White Hats on Saturday confirmed to Real Raw News that Barack Hussein Obama, long suspected of running the Deep State from abroad and pulling the strings of the entire Biden regime, had at least one clone, and possibly many more.
United States Special Forces on Friday killed a three-man Secret Service detail that had been protecting what appeared to be Hussein Obama as the quartet strolled the sands of Falmouth Heights Beach, Massachusetts, a ferry ride away from the Obama’s Martha’s Vinyard fortress.
The previous day, U.S. Army Cyber Command (ARCYBER) intercepted an unencrypted email from Tina Tchen, Executive Vice President of the Obama Foundation, to Connecticut House Rep Jim Himes (D). In the letter, Tchen said she was writing at the bequest of “President Obama,” who wanted Himes to know he would be taking an exercise jog in Falmouth the following afternoon and that Himes was welcome to join him, if his schedule allowed.
The correspondence, our source said, aroused immediate suspicion because Obama’s unpublished travel plans are always enciphered with nearly unbreakable encryption. ARCYBER did not detect a reply to the query, if Himes sent one.
The email went up the chain of command to General Smith at Camp Pendleton, and he, after conferring with the White Hat Council, felt the letter deserved an investigation, just in case the sender goofed and Obama actually showed up in Falmouth. And since Tchen precisely named the rendezvous point, he had little to lose, so long as Special Forces avoided any traps or ambushes that might await them.
Before sunset Friday, a black limousine with tinted windows pulled into the sandy parking area at Oyster Pond Road and Surf Drive intersection, next to a paved bike path abutting the beach. Three men in sober suits and blue ties exited the limo, followed by a six-foot-two-inch wiry Black male who looked precisely like Obama, elephant ears and all.
Encircled by the federal trio, Obama, wearing a blue tracksuit and a pair of spotless Nike basketball shoes, started warm-up exercises, touching his toes and twisting his lanky neck, as he boasted to the agents about his unrivaled athleticism.
After a few deep knee bends, he said he was ready to run and told the agents to keep pace with him, though they wore starched shirts and oxford shoes.
They were jogging to the bicycle path when four incognito Special Forces soldiers converged on them with sidearms drawn and ordered Obama’s security to drop to their knees and place their hands atop their heads.
“What’s going on here? Who are you men? Is this an exercise?” Obama said.
“Stay behind me, Mr. President,” an agent said, his hand dipping inside his blazer.
Two bullets struck the agent’s head. As he fell, a second fed, gun in hand, leaped in front of Obama and screamed into his lapel microphone for backup. He discharged a single round, missing wide, and was shot dead. The last agent fell to a volley of gunfire that also hit Obama, now gasping and wheezing on the ground.
The Special Forces lead held Obama’s wrist and felt his fading pulse.
“Why?” Obama gurgled and died.
Inexplicably, the body spontaneously combusted, starting at both hands and spreading to the arms and chest. Special Forces tried extinguishing the flames with sand and water, but their efforts were in vain—the flames were rapidly charring burnt flesh.
“Check his feet,” the Special Forces lead, who had been trained to spot body doubles and clones, called out.
They swiftly yanked off Obama’s socks and sneakers and saw he had flat feet, and that his sneakers had been augmented to fit people with fallen arches. They pulled down his pants; Obama had no genitals, a telltale indicator of cloning.
The body became too hot to touch and was soon consumed by fire.
“We have the remains—some bones, teeth,” our source said. “The burning thing is a failsafe we hadn’t seen before. We know they can be programmed during maturation and recalled when they near expiration, but this is new to us. I don’t know if we’ll learn much from what little’s left.”
We asked our source a burning question, no pun intended: How does a clone mimic a human without realizing it has no genitals?
“These abominations are hatched in cylinders by some truly evil men. They are not of God. We don’t have all the answers,” he said.
In closing, we asked whether Rep. Himes ever arrived at the beach.
“No sign of him. If he had, he’d likely be dead right now.”