A Simple Fact of Life

“Inaction invites vigilantism”

I am not calling for violence. I believe Q and trust a plan to benefit America is in place.

I realize that Durham and Barr likely aren’t “in” on the plan, but are white hats, and therefore, we are beholden to THEIR timetable, not Q’s.

(i.e. we are whining to Q to “do something” but it may not be up to him when it will occur)

Q is merely a messenger— like Gabriel was for God. (Neither Q nor Gabriel are all-powerful, despite knowing what was/is to come.)

I don’t blame Q for the long WAIT.

I am grateful for everything he and his allies are doing. (We will forever be in their debt.)

At the same time, Q will NEVER know how we feel. EVER.

We have no idea what is going on, though many of us have very informed estimates. However, none of us have a real timetable, nor do we know for certain that everything we want to happen will in fact occur. (We assume it will happen by 2025, and hope it will happen before this upcoming election.)

Just like we can’t blame Q for the wait, he can’t blame us for our restless frustration. For we have been placed in an impossible position: We have substantial knowledge of the Evil that infects our world, with a glimmer of hope that it will be vanquished. But we don’t know when, and we don’t know how. And everyday, that Evil confronts us (via TV/web) and mocks our helpless position. They parade themselves around, celebrating their triumph over us and over God. And they continue to steal from us, taking our money, our health, and our children.

Perhaps the greatest feat in all of this is the patience of the American Patriot. Our ability to endure a hardship which even Q cannot understand— for he knows what is to transpire, and we do not.

And yet, still, we carry on. Laboring away.

Keeping the lights on, the shelves stocked, and the streets safe. Waiting. Praying.

Will our patient suffering be rewarded? What is the reward? Perhaps if we knew these answers, we would be content to toil away in silence.

But we do not. And we are human. So we gripe, and we whine. But we also work, and bake, and dig.

One day. Maybe.

I pray One Day arrives before the American Spirit is forever broken. Because while the mood in here is grim, it is far worse out there. And those people need us. More than they know.

God Bless the autists who built this place, and those who continue to keep it running.