Remember the days we used to tell people to take their crack pot conspiracies to conspiracies.win? Remember when the mods viciously combed the site for shills? Remember when we lived by "no outside comms"? Remember when I didn't have to listen to your personal sob story, or see a selfie of you and your wife/kids like this was Facebook? Remember when this site was about speculation, discussion and working together to uncover the truth? Remember when validation had nothing to do with it?
This is slowly becoming an echo chamber with no standards. Mods say they want to keep people engaged. I say they're doing the opposite.
Well, what do you think?
Edit: I've said it from Day 1. We need a fully vetted "handbook" for new anons. Between misinfo, misunderstanding and a lack of resources, I feel much of the problem is created by not having ONE easy to access, easy to digest piece of material that new Anons can utilize.
I'm glad I helped break your 13 day streak of non-contributions so that you can make a self-help appreciation thread complaining about "people like me" instead of confront the imaginary boogeyman, but fine, go ahead and say everyone but you is the problem on this forum.
Literally half of Q posts are about conspiracies you seem to not enjoy. I don't think you have read even half of them.
Oh well, enjoy your new thread of pathetic self-denial.
You were boring anyway...
I have no idea what you're on about, nor do I care. Nothing about this is self-help. If I wanted to self help I would be drinking right now, as that's the only viable counter to you and your 14 points of IQ.
Half* No, they aren't. Because you cannot read and understand context does not mean I "don't enjoy a theory". Has nothing to do with joy, more to do with the proof that accompanies said theories (pushed by anons taking Q out of context) or lack thereof.
Enjoy being mad bro.
https://qalerts.app/?n=196
What's crazier?
JFK Jr. faked his death (I don't believe it anyway) or that the Rothschilds are the head of a tranny satanist cult who covers themselves with gold and wears a gilded deer head during their free mason get-togethers.
I'm done with you. I'm sorry you lost your mind. I hope you find it again some day.
Peace, I'm praying for you.
I literally have no idea what you're bitching about and it's hilarious.