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Anonymous ID: 24f6f1 Oct. 28, 2018, 2:12 p.m. No.3642227   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>2266 >>2310 >>2313 >>2314 >>2340 >>2353 >>2414 >>2525

28/10/2018

Happy Anniversary, Q!

Brexit was won by 52% to 48%.

Was that because of help from a sort of UK equivalent to Q?

The DS politicians and media celebs in the UK looked as shocked and devastated after Brexiteers won as those in the US after Trump won. They clearly never thought they were gonna lose. This suggests the DS rigged the election for Remain to win but some group of patriots intervened.

Please crumb us some tiny hint that the UK has a Q equivalent helping us behind the scenes. We have a virtually total MSM blackout in the UK. No pro-Brexit whatsoever. Not in the news or comedy or drama or documentaries. No redpilling about DS. No redpilling about Soros & Roths & etc. No redpilling about how the EU was the first major step towards global One World Order.

 

UK'ers NEED something like a Q on 8chan to rally around, receive crumbs and then dig, and then fan the info outwards in the UK social media. We need a hub. Brexiteer patriots, who feel a kinship to American Pro-Q patriots, are all scattered and spread out. We have no hub like Q @ 8chan. We're fucked.

Anonymous ID: 24f6f1 Qanon Anthem? Oct. 28, 2018, 2:47 p.m. No.3642643   🗄️.is 🔗kun

Qanon Anthem?

 

Joe Walsh Lyrics

"The Confessor"

 

If you look at your reflection in the bottom of a well,

What you see is only on the surface.

When you try to see the meaning, hidden underneath,

The measure of the depth can be deceiving.

The bottom has a rocky reputation

 

You can feel it in the distance the deeper down you stare.

From up above it's hard to see, but you know when you're there.

On the bottom words are shallow.

On the surface talk is cheap.

You can only judge the distance by the company you keep

In the eyes of the Confessor.

 

In the eyes of the Confessor,

There's no place you can hide.

You can't hide from the eyes (of the Confessor)

Don't you even try.

In the eyes of the Confessor

You can't tell a lie,

You cannot tell a lie (to the Confessor)

Strip you down to size,

Naked as the day that you were born,

Naked as the day that you were born.

 

Take all the trauma, drama, comments,

The guilt and doubt and shame

The "what ifs" and "if onlys"

The shackles and the chains

The violence and aggression,

The pettiness and scorn,

The jealousy and hatred,

The tempest and discord,

AND GIVE IT UP!