Here is part of what Q is, at least to me.
Q is a sort of handshake with a number of us. God knows how I ranted and raved enough on forums that I probably tripped every fucking keyword on Echelon/Prism.
What surprised me about Q was that someone in power not only knew this, but was planning to put an end to it and fix it. "Cool your tits, don't do anything crazy."
Which is, probably for a large number of us, more what Q is than anything else. They have all of the records and the proofs. We are waiting for all the connections we saw in the shadows to be brought into daylight.
Keep in mind that the average person has a more muted view of reality. It's like we are able to see in IR or UV bands. We can tell someone that something is hot, even how hot it will be without touching it or being near enough to feel it. Even when equipped with an IR camera to help them see what many of us can, inherently - it is still no true match. We can look and know the wiring is faulty and needs work. We can look and see signs of metal fatigue. We can see into a spectrum of the world that others can't, and they do not understand or particularly have reason to believe we know what we are talking about.
Until the thing they pick up freezes the shit out of their hand, the machinery fails just how we said it would, or the outlet catches fire just where we said the problem was. Or someone develops the tools to help them see what it is we see.
Metaphorically speaking.
Anyway - all of this has given me a lot of time to stop focusing on the problem and to focus a bit more on what the world would look like post-cabal and how society will change. Which is why I get caught up on the more esoteric and philosophical subjects. "Death by data" is a real thing. Sometimes having more information and being constantly plugged into the waterfall of events doesn't actually make people more aware or better informed. It often leads to confusion, delusion, and paralysis.
Sometimes I will even fuck with the shills… Or anons who are acting like shills? Who probably think I am the shill… All's hell that ends well, I suppose.