Every day, I read the news headlines to see if any public arrests have happened. I am each time disappointed.
I am not despairing of this. It is that today, I had a revelation. I am an ancientfag. Today I realized that I have felt this feeling before. This every-morning anticipation that is disappointed, knowing that the future will bring its reality.
This is the feeling I had oh-so-many decades ago, when I was six years old, and it was early December. Every day, all I could do was think about Christmas, but every morning, it was not yet time. My desire for its arrival had no impact on the calendar.
That's my feeling about the downfall of the cabal. I know it's coming, but it feels like the three weeks before Christmas to that six year old that's still inside me.
Remember, no matter what presents you got, Christmas at the age of six was the best Christmas in your life. It was not just the gifts, but the release of the irrational tension that had built up inside you because of the anticipation for it arrival in the weeks preceding it.
Merry Christmas, Q! This one, whatever day it is, is going to be the best one, ever. I hope I get the "Hillary and Obama in prison for the rest of their unnatural lives" action figures.