Welcome sir/ma'am glad to have you in the ranks of the awakened. I learned about this stuff over a decade ago, but a few years ago when Q came along and many anons confirming what I had already believed to be true, I broke down and wept and would randomly break into weeping throughout the day for the following weeks. It fills me with rage and then with deep sadness and sorrow. I look at my children and the children around me and see their happy faces a feel a fierce desire to protect them. But there is always a gnawing on my heart, knowing there are children imprisoned underground or in some mansion, that it will be their last night alive and they will suffer a most horrible painful death to satisfy the depraved cravings of vile men and women. The rape is the least of their vile acts. It is the crying and the screaming of pain as they are tortured, skinned alive, and gutted to adrenalize their blood for their sick high. Adrenochrome... that was the eye opener that that keeps me awake at night. The screaming floods my ears when I lay my head down at night. I never knew how evil, evil could be... until I learned about adrenochrome...