I think, after three roller coaster years, I have figured out Q. And I can best relate it using a story - really a vision.

One night in late 2017, a stranger appeared, sat with us around the campfire, and painted for us a picture of the future. A future where the wicked were punished, the good vindicated, and righteousness returned to our land.

To achieve this, we had to hold on and hold fast to our principles and our faith. We would have to speak when we felt we had no voice, trust when we are moved to doubt, and act when we feel paralyzed. If we did it right, a fire would start from our tiny spark, and blossom into a roaring fire whose light would shine on the critical truths. We would be Q and POTUS' "pirate radio", bypassing the compromised and corrupt national media institutions. You will be fed crumbs, but if you work hard you will build those crumbs into shining towers.

As our fire grew larger, we would be vilified instead of thanked. We would be labelled terrorists, and accused of every heinous crime we exposed. Attacks against us would intensify, to the point that many of us would fall away due to sheer exhaustion and frustration. We would be betrayed by many Judas's within our midst, motivated by threats or riches. Like the mythical Cassandra, we would know future events but our warnings would be completely ignored. As time went on those of us who remained would finally recognize that we were blessed (or cursed) to be participating in a titanic spiritual battle that would decide the very future of America and the free world. It would be Biblical.

We would learn to attack the enemy through many means - whether by casting sterilizing sunshine on their actions or ridiculing them through our memes these darts would hurt them. Death by a thousand cuts is still death, and we would learn to cut deep.

If we participated in this mad experiment in digital warfare, if we amplified the President's messages, if we constantly and fervently opposed those who would destroy this country, if we held fast… by election time 2020, a storm would be formed to match no other in human history. Not all Americans will know the truths we would have exposed, and not all would believe them. They would, however, be available to every American because of our efforts. The first truly informed presidential election in our country's history could occur.

"What's in this for us?" A tenuous voice would ask. "What will we get?"

"Your country back" Q would state flatly. "And our undying gratitude."

Q would lean forward to warm his hands closed to the fire, knowing what the next question would be. "Will we win?" The question will come from one, or all of us. "Will it be worth it?"

I imagine Q looking over our (then) small group of dysfunctional misfits and smile. "If you come with me, nothing can stop what is coming. Because where we go one, we go all."

And so we did.

God bless you Anons. I think our race is almost run.