I came in to this thread to offer you yet more thanks, Q.

I was and still am a sickly, desperate person, with my life… well, "complicated" is saying the least. I lost all hope a couple of years ago and submitted entirely to depression, both due to my situation on which I will not elaborate due to dox reasons, and due to the state of the world.

I was always a person that valued truth above all else and, with the advent of the Internet, it basically became my second home. From the first shy steps on popular portals to niche forums, then imageboards (i still remember when 4chan was young, still have my /b/ folder with imagemacros somewhere. I absorbed all the information I could, getting to know the world - ironically, getting to know the actual, real world, instead of what was presented to me in the media. /new/ changed my life, then /pol/. Amidst all those nazi larpers and shitposters, I had access to the unfettered truth, whether it meant obscure news pieces from countries far away or gore threads with rapidshare links to videos from Yugoslavia or Bosnia. Through that incredibly gritty, unfiltered lens, I watched the last hundreds of years as both the world and even Poland, my country, got more stupid, more angry, more greedy, more… evil, I suppose. I simply couldn't believe that in a world of ideals and beauty there could even be such evil. I witnessed things I would rather forget. I witnessed people do things of such evil magnitute, I can't even begin to imagine what those we fight against do for fun, although I have an inkling. Back then, with no change in the world, with world leaders not only standing idly, but actually taking part in said evil, I just stopped believing things would change, that maybe this is human nature, that maybe… we're irredeemable.

I took the blackpill. I gave in to despondency. And I spent the last 10 years just numbing down the pain. And then, you came along, Q.

I was lucky to be raised on the writings of some truly great thinkers. They infused me with a sense of morality, of ethics, of how things are supposed to be. And I knew, the instant I saw the Q Clearance Patriot post, that you were the real deal. You dealt with the truth, presenting it in a way that was like a delicious little puzzle for us to solve. And solve it we did, and never stopped.

You gave me hope again, Q. You pulled me out of the blackpill. You gave me a reason to fight, to start taking care of myself, to shake off the despondency and, at first shyly, but further on to take a more active part in this. I was never a true autist and the most I can do is spread research results to my circle of friends or make shitty tools for anons if I get a good enough idea (hello Kekmaker 5000), but I will be forever in your debt, Q. Thank you. Thank you. I will never stop thanking you.

You saved me. You saved my life from being a miserable slog through the days, with nothing worth looking forward to and numbing myself, my emotions, my heart and my senses away. You have given me the greatest gift possible - you gave me my life back. And I intend to use that to the best capacity - by helping with the effort to the best of my ability.

Siła i Honor Tobie Ojczyzno. Za wolność waszą i naszą. Polska jest z wami. Niech Bóg ma nas w swojej opiece, Q.