Beautimus. Unless you're a bad guy with paper on your head.
If you were in this Anon's shoes last summer, you'd have no doubt about how huge this is. Also how many domestic and foreign agencies will go to extreme lengths to monitor, not just technically, but old school, in person shoe leather and car tails eyes on to figure out what's going on here. Some to their satisfaction, most not.
To the ones still on the case…we had fun didn't we? You should thank me for taking you all to the beach all that time. That was an expensive vacation. Sorry about the hurricane.
To the ones who wanted to get personal, and not so friendly…were you surprised when all those cavalry showed up everywhere? I know you could tell…right before you got back in your plane and left. Let's not meet again, OK?
To the patriots who answered the call…thank you from the bottom of my heart. You saw me kneel by the ocean the day you showed up. I was thanking God for you and a country that would go to that much trouble to protect one warrior. I was overwhelmed and added my tears to the ocean. I want to buy you all a huge steak when this is over. The disguises were clever and yes I got the hints. Thank you for your service. You're awesome!
Yes, I've been here a very long time and been a part of so many things I've lost count long ago. We surely have worked together on here. I would say more, but I'm here daily as an Anon, but also in a more familiar role and want to keep serving that way, so you certainly would know me better in that role. We're playing for the big chips and everybody's watching. This place and our work make some folks very, very nervous. To the point where they might consider doing stupid things in an attempt to derail their undoing. They are years too late. We each are punching above our weight, but the die is cast at this point and they are resolved now to survival. Proud to serve alongside Anon.
Your country loves you as much you love your country. We fight with our minds, and with the minds of those we awaken. Here, in this forge, we make the sharpest steel. A handful for the billions. Even Samson can't claim those odds.
He was skipping and cutting up half the time. Mad skills and coordination.
Digits confirm…God given talent.