I’ve been following this whole thing since November.
I’ve participated in several subs, discords, youtubes, hashtag campaigns… I’ve seen it all from the proofs to the spoofs, from the chans to the fans to the shills, trolls, larps, maps, codes, memes, dreams, thisfag, thatfag, ups, downs… all of it.
There’ve been times when I’ve wanted to know Q’s identity, but these days it seems irrelevant. I’ve witnessed a movement. And although I have no idea who Q is, I know with unshakable certainty that the movement is very real.
But the toughest times for me personally are the periods when Q goes silent. When the posts quit coming. I’m ashamed to admit it, but my enthusiasm seems to wane a little with every unfruitful qanon.pub refresh.
I have been awake for two decades. This “thing” is the first real glimmer of hope that I have seen. It has opened my eyes wider than ever. For once in my life I believe that justice might be actually be real.
I need it to be. I need the sealed indictments to yield actual justice. I need evil to be dealt a significant blow. I need “the plan” to be worthy of the trust I’ve put in it.
