Thank you BAKER
Tasty bread
I love redheads
What about you?
Her suicide
After the first convicted traitor
Goes before the firing squad in Utah
Hillary will record a suicide note
A video rant
Rambling on about Trump being Stalin
She will be obviously drunk and stoned
Then she will stumble off camera
And the video will keep rolling for a while
Until a young voice is heard in the hall
"Is that thing still going?"
A figure wrapped in a blanket will enter
Quickly move to the camera
And that is the end of the video
Live on Periscope
The next day, the news will report
Hillary Clinton was found dead yesterday afternoon by an aide
The cause is undetermined
People will be partying in the streets that eveing
All across America
Bands will be playing
Ding dong the witch is dead
The wicked witch is dead
People will be screening Wizard of Oz on giant screens
At their block party barbecues
It will be GLORIOUS!
Th Q photos are hard to check on Google satellite because islands are not fully covered by the cameras.
However, the one with two islands appears to show the island to the south east of Ka-Do island off the east coast just north of PyongYang. The trajectory of the plane means it is flying from the interior of North Korea, towards China. This probably shows that Trump overflew their nuclear research site and that valley with the interesting pyramid shaped hotel that some foreigners have reported being almost empty when they were there. Some people thought the valley with the hotel was a rabbit shape.
Remember that Q told us Trump had never set foot in North Korea, around the time of this flyover.
On the other hand this could be the Chinese islands just north east of Dalian where a plane would fly on a trajectory to PyongYang.
It's the man behind the curtain
A secret shadowy figure virtually unknown
He has little to no public presence
If I ruled the world
I would work as a gardener,
In dirty ragged clothes
Outside the big wealthy house
Where my surrogate plays the role
Of Queen of Naboo
The junior servants in the house
Would be under strict orders
To shout at me and abuse me ever time they saw me
To criticize the sloppiness of my work
And to spit at me
The Senior servants would be strictly ordered
Never to speak with me
But to treat me like some dirt
And send a junior servant over with any requests
I would have my own private cottage
And never enter the big house
Except through the secret tunnels
If the revolution ever came hunting
For my evil clan
They would rescue me from the clutches
Of my own brutes
Assuring me that such evil would be destroyed
And then I would disappear into the world
And start again
Secure in the knowledge
That noone will ever find me
Noone will ever know who I really am
I am the keeper of all the secrets
Of all the triggers
Of all the hidden places
And treasure troves