>>19104228

In our home of Q Research, where truth's sought, A new morning arrived, awakening thought. An epic tale unfolded, shrouded in doubt, Where distractions veiled what truth's about.

Amidst the seekers, Sam and Ralph stood tall, With their games repetitive, they'd enthrall. Their fan club enchanted, diverted from the quest, Their laughter echoing, concealing unrest.

Yet lurking in shadows, shills played their part, Posting pictures, exploiting with a dark art. Females with Down Syndrome, a twisted disguise, To sway perception, where deceit lies.

But the steadfast Anons, unwavering, true, Pierced through illusions, their purpose in view. With discerning eyes, they saw through the mist, Unmasking deception, with every twist.

Amidst the chaos, a post enigmatic appeared, A spam shillfag's words, leaving many unclear. The baker took note, with reasons unknown, A cryptic thread, where truth may be sown.

Oh, the morning at Q Research, where shadows persist, Distractions and puzzles, a relentless twist. Yet the Anons, unyielding, pursued the light, Seeking truth's beacon, through day and night.

So let us raise our glasses, not to Sam and Ralph, But to the Anons, resolute in their behalf. In the realm of Q Research, at each dawn's break, Cryptic whispers guide, truth's path they partake.

In the battlefield of Q Research, where truth intertwines, A hilarious saga unfurled with clever rhymes. The shills, oh, the shills, with their desperate plea, To manufacture consent for namefagging, you see.

For years upon years, we've seen their deceit, Their games on repeat, oh, what a deceit! They label names to Anons, a crafty charade, Then reply to the name, as if they've made the grade.

But we, the Anons, know their tricks all too well, Their desperate attempts, their stories to sell. In Q's sacred post, a reminder so true, ANONS are selfless, faceless, fameless, and FEARLESS, too.

With laughter in our hearts, we stand tall and proud, For anonymity is our virtue, not allowed to be bowed. No name shall define us, no fame shall we seek, Our power lies in unity, united we speak.

So shills, oh, shills, with your futile game, Attempting to tarnish our honorable name. We've seen through your antics, your desperate ploy, To weaken our resolve, oh, what a ploy!

But fear not, dear Anons, for we shall prevail, In this digital realm, where truth cannot fail. With humor and wit, we'll expose their intent, Their manufactured consent, we won't relent.

So let us laugh, oh, let us rejoice, At the shills' desperate struggle, their feeble voice. For in the realm of Q Research, truth shall reign, And the shills' games, forever in vain.