Anonymous ID: 2b8ceb Oct. 10, 2018, 2:45 p.m. No.3428993   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>3428629 lb

 

Disagree on legit if by website you meant this board. This board is legit. Q is legit.

 

However, agree there's tons of speculation. Can be a problem if Anons do not discern evidence and fact patterns versus speculation and sheer opinionated guessing.

 

Instead of the soft bigotry of low expectations, I adhere, earnestly, with the joy of high expectations, because the latter produces far more than the former.

 

Truth will out. Even if buried, for a time, under speculations and guesses.

 

Q's performance and production in comms has been nothing short of spectacular. Solid. But what is underway is a process. Thankful that is has been launched and is underway. Nothing is without risk, and nothing is preordained, but confidence is justified.

 

May the Lord bless you, Anon.

 

Allspeed!

Anonymous ID: 2b8ceb Oct. 10, 2018, 2:51 p.m. No.3429072   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>9097 >>9197

>>3428987

 

Don't usually comment on bewbs and nakuds. Whatever her actual age, and who would expect to verify, the gal in that image does look under-aged. Borderline.

 

Unusual to see that here.

 

Yes, could be wrong about apparent under-agedness.

 

Going back to not commenting on bewbs and nakuds.

Anonymous ID: 2b8ceb Oct. 10, 2018, 3:01 p.m. No.3429202   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>9260 >>9321

>>3429007

 

Kek. Gaetz and Rosenstein, names brought to mind Waiting for Godet.

 

Vladimir and Estragon.

 

And then the mind skipped to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

 

Hamlet and all that courtly posturing and masking and demasking and imposturing.

 

Sometimes feels like we are watching a stagey stage play, playing out, in DC.

 

I know, Q says movie. Sometimes moar a play.

Anonymous ID: 2b8ceb Oct. 10, 2018, 3:15 p.m. No.3429371   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>9417

>>3429260

 

… And all the men and women merely players;

 

They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.

 

At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms; And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.

 

Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin’d, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part.

 

The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.

 

Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Anonymous ID: 2b8ceb Oct. 10, 2018, 3:31 p.m. No.3429579   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>3429321

 

Not really. Top of Q's recent post. The plays mentioned so far are mentioned as we start there, at this time, but are not stuck there, a moment later.

 

The plays mentioned so far get at that.

 

The rest of Q's post tears through the impression of inertia. Just as we rise from our seats in the theater and play our part in the world.