We would have never made it this far if we weren't. Funny anecdote: I cut my finger the other day. Bad. Knife went right down to the bone. Luckily I didn't hit a vein, or it would have been messier. Poured vodka all over it, cleaned it up, tied a steristrip around it and poured super glue on it. Wasn't even mad or flustered, the whole time. I just accepted it. Healing nicely. Something hit me, that day:

Through all the shit we've been through, people like us, our tolerance to pain and agony is just monolithic compared to the average person. We've looked at evil, pure evil, in the face and told it to go fuck itself. To the point that shit which would ruin a normal person's day is just an average Tuesday to us. The normies will absolutely need us when the time comes. They'll need people like us, who can stay frosty in the face of pure panic-inducing craziness. Who haven't just stared at the abyss, but feel its gaze every single day.

Just because I've had to do this all alone, with a little help from my internet friends, doesn't mean I won't help out in my local community when the time comes, and once everyone's on the same page. Hell, I have almost no irl friends because I refuse to lie and be agreeable just for the sake of it. I know how to do it, I've done it before, I could befriend the entire city if I chose to, just by behaving like your average politician.

Donald Trump is a Rambo.
Q are a group of Rambos working together.
Jesus was a Rambo.

Someone who looks at sheep and says: come with me and you'll live. Rambo.

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