I’ve figured it! If Q is Trump, and Trump is Q, and pizza is pedophiliac because Killary shoots wild horses in Benghazi on slush funds maintained by radioactive emails hidden within the chainsaw massacre world of dark web philosophers, cartel kingpins and pornographic liberals getting stoned by licking the ick off of the backs of gay frogs, then what we have here is the first turns of the sinister cogs that are “Operation Michael J. Fox,” as in the final-stage buddy of the unholy three-way union that is Hollyweird, the Illuminati and the deep state fully mechanized and operational with the complete intent to raise your taxes higher than the Himalayas, ruin “Star Wars” forever and feed your babies to crocodiles protected under the gosh-darn endangered species act of 1978, that was passed into law by that commie traitor Jimmy Carter…
…and you would know all this, too, had you been paying attention and read the signs spelled out in Bobby Kennedy’s blood spray pattern, and the undisputed fact that the woman in the polka dot dress placed a collect phone call to one Warren Buffett 2.2 milliseconds after Bobby hit the ballroom floor of the Ambassador Hotel to pass a message on to Buffett’s handlers, the Anunnaki of the 12th planet Nibiru, that this here Earth was primed and ready for total enslavement at the cold-blooded hands of those dirty, lazy, reptilian overlords from the sky!
See, the fucking libs have been selling out good, decent and hard-working Americans to those Golden Arches-worshiping monsters since the Boston Tea Party, and that’s what the civil war was really all about… ol’ Johnny Reb had seen the crop signs! He’d been probed!
And he would be damned if he’d let his fellow brothers and sisters be swallowed up into an alien, satanic death plot of sex trafficking and human sacrificing sold under the guise of unchecked intergalactic Catholicism. I mean, weeping Jesus on the cross — when are you sheeple gonna wake up and smell what The Rock is cooking, you red-belly normies!
The time is now! The date, today!
The storm’s a coming, and all that is hidden will be brought out into the light!
The crates of Area 51! The crystal skulls of Vault 17! The whispered secrets of Room 237! The preserved server of T-800!
The temple will come together, and the wall will be built, and my wife Lorita will leave Don Wrangler and return to me once and for all! It’ll be guns in the hands of every god-fearing, flag-flying, eagle-fucking man, woman and child whose heart beats star-spangled spaghetti!
There’s a new dawn approaching, and Trump, with the aid of Steven Seagal and Vladimir Putin, is paving the way for a world safe, secure and free of white genocide, where a man can finally be a Man and a woman can be a female, and I can stand my ground and shoot dead my no-good, pansexual, goth son, who’s being paid by George Soros to protest me and my ways, on my own front lawn!
It’s about the Duke boys and heritage, not hate!
It’s about being able to whip your kids again in public, just like Jesus wrote it down in the good book!
“If a man shall get oral pleasure from a kangaroo, that man is a sight for sore eyes and shall be hit about his noggin with a cane no bigger than his penis, thus say the Lord.”
It’s about truck nuts and respecting Pink Floyd! It’s about Blue Lives Matter, up until it’s time to overthrow the government, drain the swamp and bring those Black Hawks crashing down, because they in cahoots with the body snatchers! And that’s the fuckin’ truth!
So invest in gold, stock up on water and never forget: MAGA! Space Force! 9/11! Dale3! And Hai Karate!