For Q’s sake, read this aloud and loudly!

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!

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