Tulsi Drops the Mic: Obama's Coup to Crown Crooked Hillary

Ah, the sweet sound of truth bombs dropping like confetti at a MAGA rally. Tulsi Gabbard, the former Democrat defector turned conservative conscience, just lit the fuse on a scandal that's been festering longer than Hillary's email server in Benghazi's basement. Speaking at the National Conservatism conference – because nothing says "elite takedown" like a room full of red-meat conservatives – Gabbard didn't mince words. She straight-up accused Barack Hussein Obama of ordering a full-blown coup against the United States government. On behalf of none other than Crooked Hillary Clinton. Post-2016 election. Because, you know, when 63 million Americans dare to elect a brash New Yorker over pantsuit purgatory, the only logical response is to fabricate a Russian fever dream and call it "saving democracy."

From a conservative vantage point – where facts aren't optional and "trust the science" means trusting the Constitution, not Fauci's flip-flops – this isn't just scandalous. It's the heist of the century. Democrats didn't just lose an election; they threw a tantrum so epic it makes Antifa's street riots look like a toddler's timeout. They usurped the voice of the American people faster than Kamala Harris clears a room with her word salads. Let's break it down, shall we? With all the snark these swamp creatures deserve, because if we're trolling turds in the punch bowl, why not stir the pot with a ladle of liberty?

The Setup: When "Deplorables" Dared to Dream

Picture this: November 8, 2016. The polls – those sacred cows of the liberal media – said Hillary was a shoo-in. She'd glide into the Oval like a caffeinated pterodactyl, cackling all the way. But nope. The forgotten men and women of flyover country – the coal miners, factory workers, and soccer moms tired of Obamacare's "affordable" premiums – said, "Hold my beer." They voted Trump. En masse. And just like that, the DC cocktail circuit's collective gasp could be heard from Foggy Bottom to Fire Island.

Enter the Obama-Clinton tag team, fresh off eight years of hope-and-changey that left us with ISIS caliphates, a doubled national debt, and a foreign policy so weak it made Neville Chamberlain look like Patton. Losing wasn't an option. Accepting the will of the people? Pfft, that's for rubes. So, what do you do when democracy hands you a lemon? You spike the punch with treason and call it a mimosa.

Gabbard's mic-drop moment? She nailed it: Obama "ordered the overthrow" to prop up Clinton's bruised ego. This wasn't some rogue op by overzealous FBI lovebirds like Strzok and Page (whose texts read like a bad Harlequin romance crossed with Watergate). No, this was top-down sedition, straight from the guy who once lectured us on "elections have consequences" while droning weddings in Yemen.

Heist in Action: Operation "Not My President" – Now with Extra Uranium

Let's troll these clowns with receipts, because conservatives love facts like liberals love pronouns. The Russia collusion hoax wasn't a "whoopsie" – it was a calculated con to delegitimize a duly elected president. Here's how the Democrats pulled off their electoral Enron:

The Spark: Steele Dossier, Because Nothing Says "Credible" Like a British Spy and Fusion GPS. Remember Christopher Steele? The ex-MI6 guy who peddled fanfic about Trump and golden showers? Funded by... wait for it... Hillary's campaign through Perkins Coie. Obama’s intel chiefs – Brennan, Clapper, Comey – took this toilet paper intelligence and ran with it. They spied on Carter Page, a Trump advisor, using FISA warrants built on lies. Usurpation level: Beginner, but effective for planting seeds of doubt.

The Fire: Crossfire Hurricane, the FBI's Witch Hunt Disco. Peter Strzok, the G-man with a text habit worse than a millennial's TikTok addiction, led the charge. "We'll stop [Trump]" – his own words, not ours. Meanwhile, Loretta Lynch meets Bill Clinton on the tarmac like it's a casual Phoenix barbecue. And Susan Rice? Unmasking Trump team members left and right, all while Obama golfs and golfs some more. This wasn't investigation; it was interference on steroids. The American people's voice? Drowned out by the sound of shredders and Clinton Foundation donations.

The Inferno: Mueller's Meandering Multiyear Money Pit. Special Counsel Robert Mueller, the guy who couldn't tell WikiLeaks from a fruit stand, spent $32 million (that's taxpayer bucks, folks) chasing shadows. Result? Zilch on collusion. But oh boy, did it tie Trump in knots, fuel endless CNN chyrons, and convince low-info voters that orange man bad. Hillary cackled from Chappaqua, Obama penned his memoir (ghostwritten, naturally), and the deep state high-fived over martinis. Democracy? More like demo-crazy.

These weren't "mistakes." As Gabbard thundered, it was a "shadow coup" against a sitting president. Watergate? Cute. That was a third-rate burglary. This was first-class fascism, wrapped in a bow of "muh norms."

The Take: Why This Matters More Than Your Netflix Queue

Fast-forward to 2025, and the ghosts of this grand theft election still haunt us. Biden's "build back better" was built on the same sand: stolen narratives, suppressed stories (Hunter's laptop, anyone?), and a media that fact-checks conservatives but fact-fictionalizes Dems. Obama and Clinton didn't just usurp one vote; they normalized the idea that elections are suggestions, not mandates. They turned "one person, one vote" into "one elite cabal, veto power."

From a conservative lens, this is why we fight. Because America's voice isn't a participation trophy for globalists. It's the thunder of independence, the roar of the Alamo, the resolve of Normandy. Obama and Hillary? They're the Benedict Arnolds in Birkenstocks – selling out the Republic for a shot at relevance. Tulsi's blast is a reminder: We the People aren't done. We're just warming up.

So, to Barack and Hill: Enjoy your podcasts and pantsuit memoirs. History's jury is in, and it's deliberating with a gavel made of truth. The next time you lecture on democracy, remember – the punch bowl's spiked, the turds are floating, and the real Americans are toasting to justice.