(I was going to post this as a comment on this stickied post, but it became such a rant against pessimism that I felt it deserved its own. Call it a rallying cry.)
I know the type (of people recently banned en masse). Going on and on about "the endless, perpetual now" because nothing they say gets upvoted enough, because no one wants to listen to a doomer long-term.
The type who despair despair despair.
News flash, dumbasses: DESPAIR IS WORSE THAN USELESS.
Despair actively seeks to PREVENT others from acting, by demoralizing others to the point that you're making them just fucking SIT THERE and think nothing can be done. So why act? Better to just type up demented rants for years on end, right?
By definition, you would accomplish MORE by just sitting in the corner and staring at a wall, because zero is greater than a negative number. You would accomplish nothing, and you wouldn't be actively preventing OTHERS from accomplishment, too.
You doomers are all talk, no ACTION.
You will do nothing.
You will do NOTHING.
"Hope is not a strategy?" Who says we were stopping at hope?
Q gave us hope. Hope made us DIG.
Digging made us learn more about who REALLY runs the world, and thus how we can stop them, than despairing and sitting on our asses ever could.
Despair is worse than useless. Despair is POISON to ACTION.
Keep on hoping, frens. The best is yet to come.
And nothing can stop what's coming.
Nothing.
"But--" What part of NOTHING did you not understand?
All while this has gone on we’ve been learning, prepping, and preparing. Who here: • knew not to take the shot? • has food, water, a means to protect themselves? • has gotten to know their neighbors and gotten involved locally? • is better financially prepared? Six years ago I could NOT say yes to any of those things, today I can. My friends & family may still be asleep but I am not and the new friends I have found through this unveiling are awake and ready. There has been great changes and you have admit you have a problem before you can fix it. This is what we are living through. It’s hard to wake up early—I think of Christmas morning as a child waiting for my older sisters to get up made 5:00am the longest hour of the day. That’s what Anons are living through BUT look at what we’ve been able to do in the meantime.