Anonymous ID: 2a9e62 July 5, 2018, 6:06 p.m. No.2049808   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>9828 >>9839 >>9847 >>9857 >>9886 >>9955 >>9961 >>9974 >>9988 >>9999 >>0040 >>0058 >>0062 >>0074 >>0095 >>0307

>>2049663

I'm not gonna keep typing this out. I should have saved it for copy/paste…but if Q team actually does monitor the board at all times then I won't need to.

 

Y'all are so anxious to climb Q's jock that you aren't thinking clearly. Q asked "Do 'reflections' violate NATSEC laws?"

 

The answer is of course YES. You think some fuckwad traitor can just use a reflection to photograph classified materials and then claim "I Dindu nuffin, just a reflection"? No…what violates NATSEC laws is the CONTENT, not the medium.

 

With the Apple logo, it was a clear reference to a backup ot HRC's server containing classified info, and Apple being forced to cooperate with us or face MASSIVE consequences. It was making sure that their "only a passive backup in the cloud" defense was demolished. They were complicit in NATSEC violations.

Anonymous ID: 2a9e62 July 5, 2018, 6:17 p.m. No.2049937   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>9993

>>2049913

I don't usually respond to you, Daniel, but you bring up a good point…..How do they come to own you? By offering you what you THINK you want…FAME.

 

Fame is a wedge, a false idol, that they tempt you with in order to own your soul…but what is it really? Jealousy from powerful others, and a whole lot of stalking/fake adoration from people you don't even know. It's a prison that you sold your soul for.

Anonymous ID: 2a9e62 July 5, 2018, 6:27 p.m. No.2050049   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>0164 >>0193 >>0231 >>0253

>>2050038

Elton John: Ballad of the Boy in Red Shoes

 

Lyrics

 

I'm stoned in the twilight

Screaming on the inside

Give me your water, help me survive

Gonna miss the sunlight

When I lose my eyesight

 

Give me my red shoes, I want to dance

They search for an answer

But that old man wouldn't listen

Back then I was handsome

Back then he was ignorant

 

And shave off the years now, it's all inside my head

The boy in the red shoes is dancing by my bed

Put them in a box somewhere, put them in a drawer

Take my red shoes, I can't wear them anymore

 

Had garlands in the wings back then

All the pretty little things back then

Calling out my name, oh what fame brings

After curtain calls and bows

I can't see the front row now

Hand me my red shoes just one more time

 

They pushed aside our presence

They refused to go the distance

Back then I was Sigmund

Back then he wouldn't listen

Anonymous ID: 2a9e62 July 5, 2018, 6:41 p.m. No.2050233   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>2050224

Yep. It will embolden them, but don't think for a minute that there isn't some security at a nearby table ready to bust some empty liberal heads if things get out of hand.