Today in Q Post Historythere were a total of 06 posts from Q on the date of February 6th.
A collage of the 6 posts appears in this posts, and you may link to them directly by clicking at https://qalerts.app/?q=feb+06.
Keep up the lawful fight against evil, Anons, and I will, too.
Getting close to finishing a banger for you.
o7
Wait until the dirty laundry about the New York judicial branch comes to light.
Don't believe it will?
Ask John McAlary. . . .
I agree, Anon. NOBODY rises to any level of power and/or notoriety without selling his or her soul.
How you can tell the ones who DIDN'T?
The ones who didn't sell their souls are the ones who had innate talent and potential to be huge, on the national stage, and then seemingly fizzled out into obscurity.
I'm talking about people like Doug Flutie.
Flutie was a rising star, and a national treasure.
I used to play little league with the kid, and I also attended high school with him.
Flutie had raw talent in every sport in which he played.
And then, boom, he threw that Hail Mary pass to Gerard Phelan in the BC game.
Off to the big leagues Doug went, and he even made a deal with the greatest future President the world has ever known.
But now?
You just don't hear much from Doug, at least not as a sports analyst, or big deal.
I truly believe it's because Flutie (and others) didn't sell his soul to the Devil.
If Flutie had done so, he would be blasted everywhere, like Shannon Sharpe, Tom Brady, and all the other NFL "front men" we know.
But Toby Keith?
That yuuuuuuge country and western "star"?
Yeah, he sold his soul.
Too bad.
Aw, look at you go with those digits, Anon!
We must be right about Doug Flutie never selling his soul, because you got the22in your post and, as I'm sure you know,22as Doug Flutie's number when that Hail Mary was thrown.
I remember the day like it was yesterday.
I was home from colleged, visiting my now departed parents, and we had the TV set on as this play was made.
My mom and dad and I hugged and yelled and jumped and hooted and screamed!
Back in this day, we had no way to rewind and watch it over and over, but fortunately the TV guys replayed it for us.
By the time of this play, Doug Flutie was already a legendary athlete in the Natick, Massachusetts School system.
Doug was a spectacular baseball player, football player, basketball player, and even swimmer.
But more than that, he was an absolute gentlemen to all kids at the school, whether we were the "cool" kids or not.
I most certainly was not "cool." I was a nerd. I was a brainiac. I was a workaholic.
But Doug Flutie treated me with kindness and respect.
Now Darren, on the other hand? Darren dislocated my shoulder in a game of flag football, lol.
No hard feelings against Darren, though.
Those Flutie kids were just very competitive, while also remaining very sportsmanlike.
So it used to trouble me that after all the talent Doug Flutie exhibited, that he never "went Hollywood."
But once I woke up and learned that "they" have to sell their souls to Satan in order to "go Hollywood," I was very relieved to know that Doug didn't go there.
God Bless Doug Flutie, all Fluties (especially his parents, Joan and Dick, who recently died on the same day a couple of years ago), and all of the good people who refuse to sell our souls to Satan.
Keep up the great fighting, Anons, and I will, too.
Soon we'll all be tossing Hail Mary passes of our own to Q and President Trump and God Himself, and we will win this battle against the evil beings among us.
o7