We sail at dawn, anons.
We control the narrative and it pisses them off greatly. Bye, Mr. Potato Head Stelter. Next up to bat? Mr. LemonHead?
I remember back in the old days of heavy research and unearthing big things about the elite and the one of the same, the pedos. I always felt they may come for me. I unearthed some evil. I owned a big ranch at the time with nothing but darkness for neighbors. My whole back of the house was glass. All of a sudden lights surfaced in the distance in a long line in the dark of the night. I yelled at my spouse to hit the floor. We found out later it was teenagers from another ranch with their friends riding ATVs late at night. They never knew they took years off my life.
Do not all these name fags realize we filter their ass? We are ANONS. Don’t be a dumbass, you name fags.
Cheers, anon. I concur.