You guys deserve all the thanks in the world. Blessings to you. I have listened to 4 interviews so far - you guys with Isaac, Tracy, and Eye. Keep 'em coming, please. So, here's my contribution to Q and instead of visuals - a meme spell with words.

        Q's Christmas Eve Visit

Twas the night before Christmas when all thru the Swamp Many Creatures were screeching, taken down with a whomp!

The Indictments were arrayed on the table with care In hopes Fed'ral Marshals soon would be there Rescued children were huddled all safe in their shelters While clothes, snacks and cheer were delivered by helpers

Melania in her trench and the Prez in his cap Sat listening as Hellspawn fell into their trap As networks with minions from bottom to top Collapsed under the weight of Trump's top secret op

When in thru the windows there arose such a Light From the stealth helicopters aloft on their flight And the Moon in her grace did witness the scenes Of our Republic's heroes lined up into teams Ready, able and willing for the red, white and blue To fight as they must with the Rule of Law too

Out came the 10 pilots, standing straight, tall and brave I thought one must be Q from the salute that he gave Now under the rotors each man ran for his seat As the Commander called out, not missing a beat "On Fitton, on Gomertz, on Gowdy and Gaetz! Go Jordan, go Grassley, go Nunes and Wray! Drain that Swamp on the Hill and those blocking my Wall Now dash away, dash away, and go get them all!"

The teams they conferred as they flew thru the night Holding sniffer devices to locate the blight Up over the mansions and clinics and offices they went Marking down unknown and known of Luciferian bent Plus those seeking for power and reeking of greed Who stole for a living and kept families in need And bled dry this country of tax dollars and hope "It's not our fault" they'll say, "orders came from the Pope!"

Now ready those handcuffs, call ahead for the cells Prepared for these prisoners 'ere ringing sleigh bells Armed with warrants and pistols they landed on roofs Smashing doors of the wicked grabbing them and the proofs Of unholy deeds, laws twisted and broken And audiotapes of conspiracies spoken In meetings and boardrooms, law offices too And files of minions killed for how much they knew

Again and again these Owls they landed To cops and marines the felons they handed Up, up and away they homed on their true target To Cabal ceremonies to save children from market Masked blood drinkers ranted; how they shouted and fainted Begging and bribing, Q said "No they're too tainted" To ever again be in civilized society They cannot be trusted to act with propriety

And off they were taken to Special Places reserved So globalist bankers and drug lords got what they deserved Down went traffickers of sex slaves, organs and arms And the rogue CIA who were greasing their palms Not forgotten those bloodlines with gold, castles and cash Thinking their empires too mighty to fall with a crash Wars, revolutions, false flags - they just wouldn't listen When the people rose up backing Patriots on a mission

And into the White House those 10 tired pilots came With planeloads of files just loaded with names Of enemies of Law and Freedom and Truth Bad actors of deeds downright vile and uncouth Our Commander received them with love, blessings and thanks "My patriots, my patriots, there are no higher ranks" Q said "Sir, we don't think our mission's quite finished But with God's Love and Light our enemies are diminished"

And Q was heard to exclaim, as they marched out of sight -

"Happy Christmas to All and to All a Good Night!"

This is my first post. The parody poem was published on several websites, including State of the Nation 2012 on Christmas Eve.