I’m hugely disappointed because of the dystopia that will befall us over the next few years.
But deep down, part of me just wanted to be right. I wanted that reassurance for myself. I wanted to blast away on social media for everyone to see that, “I was right! I’m not crazy. So give me kudos.” Or something similar.
I believe we will win. Good and God will win. We just have more to slog through than I had hoped. Keep your red pill canons firing!
Your hope was that he would say what we all wanted him to say, and that we would see perp walks and traitors being arrested on camera today. We hoped with all our hearts and with fingers crossed. Q has never said any of that would happen in plain view, even though it seems perfectly justified to us.
Breathe. Your hope is your responsibility to nurture. Daily, hourly, by the minute if necessary. If it dies, it's on you.
Your other option is to die inside and live the rest of your days a shell of who you are.