Dear Q, Q Team and President Trump,

I was young when Reagan was President, but I remember those times being much, much different. They were full of hope and promise; people believed in the American Dream because they actually saw it working. I distinctly remember reading an article about the USA vs. other countries–we were #1 in almost everything, #2 in the rest. I swelled with pride that, out of so many countries, we were the best. I remember asking my parents why it was so: "Because the United States is the only one that lets its citizens be free."

Things had gotten so bad during Obama's term I had taken to studying Eschatology. I really felt that we were coming to an end–the signs were certainly lining up. Despite this sense of hopelessness, I prayed before the last election, as many other Americans did. And I believe that our prayers have been answered.

I have always had good ideas–big ideas, wonders that could bring joy to people's lives. I imagine you have the ability–look through some of my emails

and you'll see I'm not exaggerating.

I have always had a sense that I was destined for great things, but every time I've found myself on the threshold, something happens. In many cases, I've come face-to-face with some of the evils you've hinted at. I remember distinctly traveling to a famous, nationally televised competition knowing that I

could win (or at the very least, make a big impression)…but as we got closer and closer to the door, we could hear people above us yelling "how bad do you want it?" I was standing next to an underage, crying teenage girl that had run away from home for this. The people above didn't care about who was best–all they wanted to see was the desperation. Maybe they wanted to feel like all the stuff that they had done to be able to stand on that little balcony was worth it, because they were at least better than us…but there was just this sense of…wrongness about the whole thing. It's hard to explain.

I know someone that actually did make it in today's economy. He had terrible ideas–thought he could get a loan for about a billion dollars for something that already existed. He eventually moved on from that but kept making connections…by becoming a transvestite prostitute and hooking up with investors. We grew up together–we never had a problem with gay people, but we certainly weren't gay ourselves. I saw how the desperation of wanting to take care of his kids wore him down until he acquiesced. Then he started trying to convince me that he had come upon wisdom.

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The thing that I am most hoping for, the most important thing for this country, is that we return to the days when people knew that greatness and success came from the accumulation of good acts–whether it be through heroism and daring, consistence and hard work, cleverness and inventive planning, or charisma and empathy, people need to know that good begets good, and bad begets bad. The most insidious thing about all of this evil you have led us against is this: they have taught us that greatness has to be bought with moral compromise and a willingness to commit lesser evils. They have taught us that in order to make it you must have the "right" beliefs…and by some strange coincidence, those beliefs are incompatible with Christianity. They're

incompatible with any scientific data that contradicts them. They're incompatible with free speech, or tolerance of any ideas that diverge from their dogma.

I am not proud. I have serviced lavatories on graveyard in the dead of winter. I've dug ditches through toxic dirt. I've worn silly costumes as a part of my

job. And I don't claim to be a paragon of virtue, either–I have made mistakes that make me wince when I think back. But I know evil when it comes around.

It is still early, but the twigs are getting soft and you can see the buds forming. I have been following since Oct 29th, and invested hundreds of hours in one form or another. With that has come a greater sense of the overall painting. But I also know enough to not be too sure.

Reagan spoke of a shining city on a hill. I see anons huddled in the dark, getting their torches ready, but we aren't quite there yet. But soon I expect we will see Light like so many younger ones never knew possible. It is too early to be grateful for that yet, but I can say thanks for this: thank you for

giving us real hope. Thank you for doing good, for choosing the right path when you could have done what the others did. Thank you for delivering our

prayer's on God's behalf.

I will be here until the end, no matter which way it goes, because it is the right fight–the only one that matters. Even if I never become great, I have faith now that greatness on this earth is overrated when weighed against the kind of greatness that wins eternal life–and I'm happy to play the biggest role I can, as small as it may be, in setting things right after so much wrong.

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