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Posted on 08/03/2022 4:58:18 PM PDT by ransomnote
[H/T foldspace]
Q is the result of the sacrifices and commitment of countless patriots to win back our captured country from the Deep State and achieve the transformation President Trump promised in this campaign video. President Trump has said the awakening of the public is key to this transformation.
Q describes this awakening as follows:
"The Great Awakening ('Freedom of Thought’), was designed and created not only as a backchannel to the public (away from the longstanding 'mind’ control of the corrupt & heavily biased media) to endure future events through transparency and regeneration of individual thought (breaking the chains of ‘group-think’), but, more importantly, aid in the construction of a vehicle (a ‘ship’) that provides the scattered (‘free thinkers’) with a ‘starter’ new social-networking platform which allows for freedom of thought, expression, and patriotism or national pride (the feeling of love, devotion and sense of attachment to a homeland and alliance with other citizens who share the same sentiment).When ‘non-dogmatic’ information becomes FREE & TRANSPARENT it becomes a threat to those who attempt to control the narrative and/or the stable.
When you are awake, you stand on the outside of the stable (‘group-think’ collective), and have ‘free thought’.
"Free thought" is a philosophical viewpoint which holds that positions regarding truth should be formed on the basis of logic, reason, and empiricism, rather than authority, tradition, revelation, or dogma.
When you are awake, you are able to clearly see.
The choice is yours, and yours alone.
Trust and put faith in yourself.
You are not alone and you are not in the minority.
Difficult truths will soon see the light of day.
WWG1WGA!!!" ~ Q (#3038)
The video, Qanon is 100% coming from the Trump Administration, is just one of many excellent responses to the all-important question, "Whom does Q serve?"
Q Boot Camp is a quick, condensed way to learn the background and basics about the Q movement.
Q has reminded us repeatedly that together, we are strong. As the false "narrative" is destroyed and the divisive machinery put in place by the Deep State fails, the fact that patriotism has no skin color or political party is exposed for all to see.
In the battle between those who strip us our constitutional rights, we can't afford to let false divisions separate us any longer. We, and our country, will be forever made stronger by diligently seeking the truth, independence and freedom of thought.
Where We Go 1, We Go All
I have a close friend whose friend's son worked the SS detail for Pence. He said they never spoke to the SS at all. Not even a thanks for opening doors and such.
Sounds like royalty.
✔️
I wonder if that guy was triple-dog dared.
I can’t imagine that one couldn’t just assume the rightful office in the face of fraud. I.e “This guy actually won, and you guys knew it so all the crap you passed is null and void and he assumes the Presidency.” It’s not legal rocket science, and arguing otherwise is like the pork project boondoggles where it’s argued that since x amount of money was already spent we have to keep going or it was wasted…
Whatever happened to Nanzi Pelosi’s laptop supposedly taken during J6?
Sounds about right. On his podcast from last night, Patel Patriot said that the “Tiger Project” would not be streamed but most of the other stuff would be.
Where do you find these??
You’re the best.
She looks so happy with her maskaround. 😂
great pics!!!
You are a good Fren.
🐸
I had already ceased providing illumination tonight.
All I have left is this sunset.
Good night all.
(I still don't intend to allow myself to be stalked any more, unremarked.
Sorry, not sorry for that.)
~Easy
Dear Easy,
Pull up a chair, sit a spell, and I’ll tell you a story. Don’t worry; it’s not long...it’s more like a Fractured Fairy tale than an Aesop’s fable...
Once upon a time, in another century, dearly departed hubby and I had a 5-acre piece of heaven. All it had on it were jack pine trees and our little house and our little baby boy. Oh, and a dog named Skipper, of course (had to include the dog, in case someone decides to illustrate this story).
Both of us come from big dairy farm families, each of us one generation away from the farm. So, we know that our 5 acres won’t be used for dairy cows...or horses (hay burners), but we had to have a herd of something, anything. So, after my Grandma assured me the cows would not live on the pine trees, we decided on chickens.
(The musical interlude is “Our House” by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young<who we don’t need round anyhow, but that’s another story).
So, hubby worked full time, I stayed home with son#1, tended the garden, canned whatever I could get, and we had a happy little life. Hubby even called me “Millie”..remember that old commercial for savings bonds, I think? The guy pulls in in his work truck and goes to his wife, who is wearing a dress (really? REALLY??) and hanging clothes on the line. The guy called her Millie, so I was “Millie on paydays.”
We decided 50 chickens (you could only buy them from the feed store in lots of 25) would do. So we built a cute little coop, fenced the living crap out of their yard, and even put some fencing on top of the fences to protect from the “flying teradactlyes” our son was sure we had.
When the chick order came in, it was still too cold to put them in their coop, so we had them on the house’s side porch for a few weeks. Stinky, noisy, never again. Then, we got to move them out to their new digs.
These were the kind of chickens that you only had to raise for like 3 months, and then you butchered them. Err..we butchered them.
Son and I spent lots of time watching “those chickies, mama!” He thought they were better than legos. He was 2; what did he know?
One day, there was a terrible accident. I noticed one chicken had blood on it, and all the other chickens were chasing it around and pecking at it!!! Horrible!! Son was freaking out. Me freaking out. What to do? No cellphones, no calling hubby at work...what to do?
I did the smart thing...I called my favorite uncle (of the dairy farm family) because I was sure we had done something STOOPIT, and it was our fault that this poor chicken was being pecked to death. I knew this uncle wouldn’t laugh at me or yell at me. And he didn’t. He explained it like this:
“Well, ya see, Bluey, once a chicken gets blood on it, the rest of the flock knows it’s weak. They see it as a sick game; this bloody chicken is also freaking them out. Who is this stoopit ALL WHITE chicken running around with all that blood on him? Doesn’t he know that the Bad Creatures that live in the Big Piney Forest will smell the blood, come to see what’s going on, and invite all their friends over for a chicken dinner? Every raccoon, weasel, fox, and hawk will soon be among us. The sky really is falling! We must get rid of that damn bird. Attack!”
So, following dear uncle’s advice, I took the injured chicken, after much chasing and cursey words, and got him into a box for hubby to deal will. Son watched the whole thing; farm lessons start early and last a lifetime. His favorite part was my language. “Daddy, Mommy said all the big bad MEAN words and some other ones too! She was Mad!”
The flock settled down. All was well in the kingdom until it happened again. Only, when it happened again, there were no freakouts. We knew what we had to do. We knew that the pecking chickens were just doing their “job.” They only pecked on a chicken when they got a reaction. They didn’t (really) think about it. They just did it.
There was peace on the farm when there were no bleeding chickens (victims).
Wow, way longer than I intended. But, look at it like this: All the time I spent writing it and you spent reading it was less time for you to think about HG and less time for other posters to keep chumming the waters (and yes, Kitten, I’m talkin’ bout you...just to be clear). This beef has taken up most of the bandwidth and time for this weekend. It’s the #1 top story on our thread. Everyone is chiming in, myself included. But there’s probably only one person who thinks it’s funny...HG. We all give him too much time. We started an internecine war here, with some folks calling for the anti-war folks to leave the thread and “Shut up, Yoko, you’re breaking up the band!” (Again, KC, talking to you).
We Need To
Just
Stop.
Chickens can’t learn from experience, but hopefully, we can.
Let It Go. Ignore him. Don’t respond to him. Shun him.
Just
Stop
Please
Closing music by Madness:
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house, it has a crowd
There’s always something happening
And it’s usually quite loud
Our mum she’s so house-proud
Nothing ever slows her down and a mess is not allowed
Na-a-a-a-ah, I’m not going anywhere. This is just a slide on a slow day.
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Okay, that made me laugh out loud. Today reminds me of a large 4th of July family barbeque I was invited to about 10 years ago. Around 5:00 p.m,. a couple of the family members were shouting and had started throwing punches at each other. Their wives got involved and it was UGLY. I was getting ready to leave thinking the patriarch or matriarch were going to end the festivities. They saw me packing up and asked me where I was going/what was wrong. My eyes got very wide and they assured me that it was just a “beer brawl” brought on by overindulging and that everything would clam down soon and I should stay. Sure enough, by the time the fireworks ended, everyone was hugging and inviting each other over the next weekend. Craziest party I was ever at, though today came close. Families ...
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