Yes, and how many thousands of folks will show up for the rally on Friday night?
Gorillions. No one will get the cv.
Why a YOU from Q Matters
Because we matter. So do they (Q’s a team). We can all be a team or we can let the traditional controllers divide and destroy us.
A simple glance at the world we live in evokes a number of impressions: shock and dismay; dumb-founded shame and paralysis because most of us let too much happen without crying STOP. Then there’s anger and a desire for retribution in lieu of old-fashioned justice. But there are also thankful hearts for the many blessings we still enjoy.
Nothing is new under the sun… there’s a time for every purpose under heaven. The world wags on.
But what really drives it? What dynamics work against our common, better instincts? Can we succeed if we put up a fight – individually in our own lives and collectively for our world? Is it even worth the effort?
Have you counted the cost lately? That only matters if you’re one of the warriors. The bad guys are well financed already.
It’s been a long time since we’ve had news people who are reliable, intelligent and well-informed. Whose fault is that? How about journo schools that never get past nonsense rantings and social media pages. Also, the entertainment industry that dominates every aspect of our lives. They all have indoctrinated us to prefer celebrity over well-earned distinction; posturing over a reasoned stance; filth, stupidity and falsehood over beauty, truth and purity. And endless data over systematized knowledge and wisdom.
Worst of all: cowardice, complacency and laziness over muscular, virtuous humanity. Easy does it gets us through.
Not all of us, though. Instead, for two years, millions of anons said, “DoItQ.” Throughout our lives we witnessed the decline of civilization with ever increasing despair. We thought we were alone, that there was no hope of reprieve. We wouldn’t be satisfied with mindless distraction and substances that merely numb. We were barely hanging on, but we kept plodding through the cultural garbage, marking down the latest manifestations of decay. We sought to get to the bottom of every abyss we encountered. It was obvious they were all connected.
Then one day, Q dropped in. Their bizarre combination of leading questions, disinfo, patriotism and encouragement shined a light we thought was gone forever. Odd thing about light that pierces, the darkness becomes more insidious, blacker and formidable than before. But it cannot dispel the light.
The light at the end of the tunnel was a locomotive – but it was headed out into the great, big, beautiful land of “My Country ‘Tis Of Thee.” And we hopped on that train.
YOU want to know what it’s all about? Start with these videos [recommend Joe Mosepoes’]. Then see where your heart leads you. Or slither back into the cave and stare at shadow pictures on the walls. We’ll keep digging. We are the new news media.
The choice to know will always be yours.
I wrote this months ago. But lately, so many anons (including myself) seem to be in the dumps (not Q's). The video here really lifted me up. So did the interview with Nate Cain.
We ARE soldiers in this fight and the various feelz we're experiencing are not nothingburgers. Just glad to have this fam to fight alongside of. Hope this gives you all a boost, too.
Thanks for the feedback. I never expected or even desired a pat on the back from Q.
Our efforts together are astounding. I stand amazed at all we've accomplished. Just look at what anons have created - without any direction or specific guidance.
We don't crave recognition, but the fact remains, excellence is usually rewarded.
Even in the military. You thing a warrior doesn't feel something special - he and his family - when they pin those medals on him?
Of course he does. We do this for love and because we still retain some degree of hope.
I just hope we get to meet up personally one day so we can say thanks.
If you get the chance, ready William Manchester's Memoirs of the South Pacific.
At the very end, he talks of being wounded and sent on a ship back home. He managed to get off the ship and headed back to his company because YOU DON'T LEAVE YOUR BUDDIES. You fight for love. Not of flag or country, either. For THEM.
I can't stay away either. Frankly, Q's gonna Q. Not worried about them. It's fam here that matters to me.
My dad was at Guadalcanal, too. Bet they knew each other. He would never talk about it until a few years before he died (age 92).
He said it was awful sleeping on the beach at night with scorpions crawling over you! kek
God bless y'all too.