Be still.
It is not about you or your emotions.
https://qanon.pub/?q=dhs
Do your best to understand. Other anons will help you.
Remaining media professionals,
Please take advantage of all of Q's posts as you seek to grasp what that encircling sensation means. You will lose colleagues. If you are honest with us you'll be embraced and supported. We are all anons here.
Start here tonight: https://qanon.pub/?q=dhs
Search and learn. It tells you all you need to know. Right now. It's not a prediction. It's an explanation.
Nobody needs to hope upon what others say to be true, Anon. Q has provided you with a narrative. It seems quite sound. If you wish you can use it to help you understand what is happening. Use your own discernment.
That stinging sensation is the fog of war. More about that later. Q has given you what you need for right now. Right now. Chill and do a little research. It's quite engrossing and well supported by recent and past events. Try https://qanon.pub/?q=dhs tonight. Learn and grow. Q is an explanation, not a prediction.
Something to think about with respect to 'fog' of war, anons:
Dulce et Decorum Est
BY WILFRED OWEN
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
lb/pb
Anon recommendation for a brevet promotion for the information warrier who replied with this:
Zap em with the siren, man!
https://qanon.pub/?q=dhs
Before you sleep.
Be at peace.
Nov 11 2018
2479
Q !!mG7VJxZNCI No.453 📁
Nov 11 2018 13:36:43 (EST)
Why did the same counties [under dispute today] REFUSE to turn over voter registration information upon request to the Voter Fraud Commission?
Why was the Voter Fraud Commission disbanded and turned over to DHS?
What vested auth does DHS have compared to a commission body?