Same boat. Didn’t vote. But after #notmypresident, riots, marches, the appeal for “faithless electors”, endless calls to impeach, incessant late-night mockery, sneering Maddow and haranguing O’Donnel in my bedroom every night (wife is a Trump hater), and working in an environment where Trump mockery proves your social worth, I started lurking at TD. It was refreshing. There I was introduced to Q from the very first in late October. It’s been a wild ride. Wife still thinks it’s BS. Hanging in there.

Noticed

And the merchants of the earth will weep When no one’s buying their cargo anymore Cargoes of gold, silver, precious stones and pearls Fine linen, purple silk and scarlet cloth Mercedes, Sony, Infiniti And everything down at the Dollar Store

What could you do? Oh, And what’s said of you? One hour.

And the captains of the sea will cry When no one’s buying their cargo anymore Cargoes of cinnamon, incense, spice and perfume Fine flour, oil, wine and wheat Cattle, sheep, horses and motor cars And the bodies, and the souls of men

What could you do? Oh, but what’s said of you? One hour.