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Dear qresearch/midnightriders(same)team[gTheoMOCKINGBIRDvconsensusebetraysryoun],
Dearest personalities throwing Trump/Q(America) under the bus,
Dear those who would use the confusion of the attacked to spearhead persecution,
This is what happens when you let a dedicated team of psychopaths in through our open boarder
Trust is what enables us to look at each other without running away screaming.
If we're in a relationship with you and we trust you then we make certain assumptions about the past
and we make certain assumptions about the present
and we make certain assumptions about the future..
And everything is stable, so we're standing on solid ground, and the chaos - it's like we're standing on thin ice - the chaos is hidden;
The shark beneath the waves isn't there, we're safe, we're in the lifeboat.
But then if you betray us, like if we're in an intimate relationship and you have an affair and we found out about it then, then we think
one moment we're one place, where everything is secure because we predicated our perception of the world on the axiom of trust and the next second, really the next second, we're in a completely different place
and not only is that place different right now
the place we were years ago is different
and the place we're gunna' be in the future years hence is different and so all of that certainty, that strange certainty that we inhabit can collapse into incredible complexity.
So if you betray us..
Who were you… because you weren't who we thought you were, and we thought we knew you but we didn't know you at all, and we never knew you, and so all the things we did together those weren't the things we thought were happening - something else was happening.
You're someone else.
That means we're someone else because we thought we knew what was going on and clearly we don't and we're some sorts of blind suckers or or the victims of psychopaths or we're so naive that we can barely live. We don't understand anything about human beings and we don't understand anything about ourselves and we have no idea where we are now.
We thought we were at home but we're not we're in a house and it's full of strangers and we don't know what we'll do tomorrow or next week or next year it's like that certainty that habitable certainty collapses right back into the potential from which it emerged and that's a terrifying thing.
Clean our ship.
Sincerely,
The voice reading this~