Q: White Hat insiders exposing + arresting .01% rogue state criminals, OR Black Hats lowering the bar of corporate media ‘reporting’ + public gun confiscations + total censorship of ‘unofficial’ speech for their endgame? | WHAT REALLY HAPPENED

Q: White Hat insiders exposing + arresting .01% rogue state criminals, OR Black Hats lowering the bar of corporate media ‘reporting’ + public gun confiscations + total censorship of ‘unofficial’ speech for their endgame?

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Two premises:
1. We the People are massively and continuously dominated by a .01% “wanna-be empire class” with ongoing lie-started and illegal Wars of Aggression, Crimes Against Humanity killing hundreds of millions with intentional and preventable poverty, and looting tens of trillions (and here).
2. I’ve speculated whether Q is true or PsyOp. Either way, .01% arrests OR the following escalating tyranny is crucially important for our attention:
~lowering the bar of corporate media “reporting,”
~ongoing false flags for public gun confiscations,
~censorship of “crazy conspiracy theories” disagreeing with “official and credible sources,”
~US illegal rogue state empire (as usual) including with Trump dictating Venezuela’s democracy overthrown (and likely also “overthrowing” their electrical power), supporting Israel’s illegal War of Aggression on Gaza, war-mongering on Iran since Operation Iraqi Liberation (O.I.L.), etc., etc.,
~29 months since Trump’s Presidential victory, there are 70,000+ sealed indictments, but no game-changing arrests yet that is the required lawful response to stop obvious crimes in progress, such as these documented in these two premises that annually kill millions, harm billions, and loot trillions.

The following scenarios are intended to demonstrate plausible standing of either White Hat revolution, or Black Hat PsyOp. I lack sufficient data to exclude one or the other from facts documented above. This is the fourth such consideration (one, two, three, four).

Scenario 1: Patriots victory!

White House Oval Office: a dozen various intelligence experts who formed “Q” and President Trump. They’re drinking champagne, relaxed, and happy. Adult language and scenarios of pure evil warning.

Trump: (mid-conversation) So anyway, I’m glad to have contributed to this victory, and even more glad you’re not prosecuting me for all the blackmail I’ve been put under. Money, girls, so much blackmail. Not all my fault.

Q1: Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. President. We really didn’t want to drop the hammer on you.

Q3: We very much wanted to make the deal when we recruited you to run for President, then have us to work through you to arrest these psychopaths.

Trump: I didn’t understand everything you said and did as the “Q Team”, but very well done, everyone! Congratulations for this victory of the American people! (raises glass in cheers, all drink happily)

Q2: (trying to not be patronizing, but all see Trump as a tragic-comic wanna-be Roman Emperor) I’m curious, sir. From what you did understand, what do you see as the most important accomplishments for The Great Awakening?

Trump: Ending the attacks against me. So horrible, nasty with Russia-gate. Fucking liars in the fake news media and Clinton machine. Unbelievable to do that to me. (in 40 seconds):


Q2: Yes, sir, of course. And what else is important?

Trump: Oh, I guess ending the skimming off the top people like me do on Wall Street. I liked it a lot, but not so great for everyone else.

Q3: (these intelligence professionals are now actively curious to explore just how unaware Trump was/is about the bigger picture of global and historic corruption) That’s a good one, sir! I assume you’re thinking in priorities: ending the attacks on you is the most important outcome, then stopping financial “skimming”?

Trump: Yes, that’s right. You have to start with the dignity of the President. So horrible to attack me.

Q4: Thank you for your leadership for that, sir, and please know I speak for all Americans. What else do you see as most important?

Trump: I’m not involved in the military meddling the US did. That’s Cheney and Haliburton, the energy companies, the Big Banks. Petrodollars. Not me.

But that’s it, right? Stop the lies, stop the invasions, but I’ll never understand why you had me talk-up regime change in Venezuela and Syria if you don’t want American companies controlling energy.

Q2: We played both sides, sir. We wanted our .01% opponents as quiet as possible as we cleaned house then dropped the hammers on them. The tactic was moderately successful to freeze counteractions.

Trump: Ok, whatever. But you should really let me run for re-election in 2020. I’ve been the best President. There’s nobody better than me. Really.

Q1: With all respect, sir, we’ve been through this. We selected you because of your “great leadership ability and celebrity.” It’s time to step aside for real democracy now.

Trump: Big mistake. Yuge. But you’re not asking me, so ok. You really wouldn’t use the Epstein pedo-island stuff against me, would you?

Q4: There’d be a leak, sir. The Alliance built a bipartisan coalition, and part of our deal was just one term for you, Mr. President. There are copies of the videos out there, and out of our control.

Trump: But I’d win hands-down fair and square! Come on, if you want democracy, you have to let me try!

Q2: (patient, as with a man-child) I don’t think you appreciate the severity of the blackmail that all the public would see, Mr. President: video of you having sex with underage females. And yes, we’re aware you’re sure all of them had the best time ever, they “totally wanted you,” and they’ll all be asking for you at Mar-a-Lago when you retire.

Trump: Totally true. I’d bigly win even with the American people seeing me in action. When you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab ’em by the pussy. You can do anything.

Q4: (in intervention) We’re sure that’s all true, sir. Perhaps we can discuss this further over drinks? My colleagues (indicating Q1, 2, 3) wanted a moment to discuss future steps. (taking Trump by the shoulder to walk toward a drink and hors d’oeuvre station set in the room) Tell me more about how those young girls would want you.

Trump: Oh, well first there’s my personality, so brilliant, so charming… (walks away with Q4)

Q3: (now out of earshot of Trump) Wrestlemania’s Battle of the Billionaire’s Champion and “better than anyone” Trump. Think he has a clue he’s talking to a psychological specialist and not one of us?

Trump: (in the background, getting excited) … yuge tits, and right in these hands…

Q1: Not a chance.

Q2: Still feel good about using Trump?

Q1: Yes. It was our last plausible option other than military coup and massive public data dump.

Q3: Agreed. We gradually pulled the rug from under them by exposing “Russia-gate” as a “Hail Mary,” then broke through with controlled releases of just how evil those fascists are.

Q2: I wonder what real leadership looks like here. What kind of people and ideas will come forward with real democracy?

Q3: We’ll be the first to find out. So, (addressing Q1) still nothing new for us to do?

Q1: Nope. We’re rolling out truth to the public until the next administration takes office in just under two years. The truth will go through public media and discussed honestly in education, and we’ll make sure that happens.

Q2: What’s next for you after 2020’s election?

Q1: I retire. I’ll enjoy the fruits of our labor. If I ever say what I did, I’ll be a rock star.

Q3: Will you?

Q1: I haven’t decided. Maybe. What about you two?

Q2: No idea. Technology projects will explode, military units will temporarily help build emergency infrastructure to save lives, so maybe help coordinate some kind of project like that.

Q3: It’s time to take this show on the road. We’ve had an inside look at real history and intel for decades now. I’m ready to go private in consultations to see what our training is really worth.

Q1: That’s a great question. How relevant are we now? Does our perspective of so much of the past empower the choices we make now, or will our intel dumps created so much synergy that our job to help The Great Awakening is really over? I don’t know the answer to that.

Q2: (raising glass) To a future brighter than we can imagine.

Q3: And none can predict.

All toast.

Scenario 2: Black Hat victory!

White House Cabinet Room. About a dozen military sit together on one side, with Trump, Obama, Bill Clinton, W. Bush, a ~30-year-old clone of G.H.W. Bush on the other of “Black Hat Handler” at the President’s chair. On either side of Black Hat is Senior Servant 1 and 2. A military general is finishing a briefing.

General: Corporate media’s ratings have plunged, but the public mood is ripe to declare all “unofficial and incredible speech” as “associating with terrorism,” a crime, and subject to immediate public censorship. One more false flag and we should have the metrics to declare the 2nd Amendment void to “protect public safety, especially children.”

Black Hat Handler: Good. Good.

General: We’re ready when you give the order, sir, to “expose” Q as pedophiles, and freeze all media accounts of anyone ever visiting a Q site until questioned and determined safe by federal agents.

W: (interrupting) Q’s a pedophile like us now?

Black: (in firm diplomatic efficiency to get the meeting back on track) Ask your father about this later, Junior. (Bush Senior involuntarily winces)

W: Oh, ok, sorry.

Black: Thank you, general. Once all public media communication is blocked, we’ll ramp-up more false flags, unseal the indictments to arrest so-called “Patriot” leaders, and see if we finally have full and open victory. In light of accelerating events, generals, I believe we can table updates for expanded US empire in Venezuela, Syria, and Iran. Unless, of course, any of you have a report vital for our immediate understanding.

(all at the table look down in silence, as the Dark Side operates in strict hierarchy)

Generals, you are dismissed. Gentlemen (addressing the Presidents), let’s adjourn to the Oval Office for some celebration.

Hail Satan. (all repeat, “Hail Satan”)

Black Hat Handler stands. All rise to attention. Black, followed by his two servants, walks out the door through the President’s secretary’s office into the Oval Office. The military group walk out the two main doors, with the Presidents following Black.

W: (tugging at his father’s sleeve) Dad, Q’s a pedophile, too?

Sr.: No, son. Q was a PsyOp. We chose the letter Q to pretend they had Q-level security clearance, but now we’re closing the PsyOp by pretending to arrest them as pedophiles. This was all a trap to lure Patriots in, ID them, then silence them forever. But we also chose the letter for another reason.

W: What’s that, Dad?

Sr.: Picture a capital Q: what does the part sticking out look like?

The group enters the Oval Office. About a dozen boys and girls of various ages are wearing serving aprons and nothing else, all carrying trays of drinks and hors d’oeuvres. About a dozen young adults similarly dressed stand along the walls, waiting to “serve” anyone who asks.

W: (clapping his hands in glee) A “Q” is a picture of our favorite part of a boy! (W jogs over to a sofa to sit, points to a ~14-year-old boy, and pats his lap to communicate the boy should sit there)

Bill Clinton grins, lets his suit coat slide off, puts his right arm around the shoulders of a ~12-year-old girl while loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt with his left hand.

Black goes to the President’s desk, sits with a sigh, and Servants 1 and 2 position themselves on either side behind him.

Black: It’s been such a long war, it’s hard to imagine total victory.

Servant 1: You seem conflicted, sir. Perhaps if you told us more of what is coming, we can better serve you.

Black: (considering, and takes a drink) Alright. Full official censorship, gun confiscation, and arresting tens of thousands of Patriot leaders is just the start. The next phase if population “resettlement” to start emptying-out cities to a minimal slave class, and putting the sheeple to work in resource collection zones similar to The Hunger Games.

Looking at Trump pinning a 20s-something female against a wall, kissing wildly.

Hmm. I wonder what real leadership looks like. What kind of people and ideas will come forward with real evil?

Servant 2: We’ll be the first to find out.

Black: Also, I’ve been told I’ve earned retirement after the next presidential selection.

Servant 1: (after a moment of paused surprise) If I may, do you know your standing to receive a clone? (indicating Bush Senior’s clone)

Black: No. Our Masters are quite selective to encourage our improved service. (pauses in thought) Do either of you have any information on our Masters training Special Ops to break-into compounds such as mine for training, and if successful to leave the occupant dead of a “heart attack”?

Servant 2: I would say that’s just a “conspiracy theory” but fear you’d miss my humorous irony. Seriously though, I’ve heard nothing.

Black: (takes a drink) Then as we always say: nothing has changed. We live the life we chose: giving death, fearing death and seeking eternal life. I guess I should enjoy the moment. (motions with hand for a small girl, around 10 years old, to approach)

Bush Sr. is lounging at the fireplace in thought. Obama walks over, drink in hand with a boy ~12 walking just behind him because he was chosen among by Obama.

Obama: How’s the new body working for you, George?

Bush Sr.: Fantastic. It’s all me inside a new body. Couldn’t be better.

Obama: Looking ahead, what’s the process to receive a new body? Mine is wearing out.

Bush Sr.: (after a moment of contemptuous consideration) I’ll tell you everything you want to know for two weeks at your Hawaii guest house, fully staffed including pizza and hotdogs (and here).

Obama: Easy. Done. What was up with shooting your older self?

Bush Sr.: (snorts) I was given a choice: my older self had to die. I could do it, or they would extract the maximum pain and suffering from torture if I didn’t.

Obama: Hmm. Interesting. Always pain and suffering for our Masters to consume. You gave yourself a quick exit.

Bush, Sr.: They said the connection between us would have me experience the torture if I didn’t kill that self (struggling slightly with the phrasing). Maybe that was a lie, but I wasn’t going to risk it. Besides, who wants to keep a decrepit body when I can have this one?

Obama: And what’s the maintenance contract?

Bush, Sr.: Oh, they’ll have me act as “President” again in a decade or two, if they still need one of those things. Basically I’m semi-retired working on a few projects connected to CIA. They’re trying for open Satanism, and if successful, our Masters will have no need for intermediaries.

Obama: Hail Satan, openly on His throne of Earthly power.

Bush, Sr.: Exactly. But I’m still on contract. If I’m a good boy, I get this body fully maintained. Perfect health and vitality.

Obama: And how’s that going for you?

Bush, Sr.: Great, as I said.

Obama: But you’re missing something. You feel incomplete. What’s that about?

Bush, Sr.: (showing fear, then covering it, as Dark Side servants are never allowed to criticize their roles. Bush, Sr. infers a trap and turns quickly vicious) Fuck you. Go fuck your boy and leave me alone.

Obama: I’m at your service, Brother. Let me know when you want that Hawaii vacation. (nods his head, turns to see Trump dragging his woman through the door to the President’s private office, so he exits with his boy to find a bedroom in the Executive Residence)

The scene closes with a zooming out of the debauchery of our “leaders” literally and figuratively dominating/controlling children in sadistic pleasure, as they did in their roles acting as “Presidents” to dominate and control sheeple.

The scene freezes, and turns to Black and White. Rod Serling strolls in.

Serling: Just another planet among trillions facing a choice between two paths: Dark and Light, service to self OR service to all, control of children you intentionally cripple and stupefy to parasitize forever OR synergy for escalating and unimaginable evolving virtues.

It would seem this choice is easy.

But it isn’t.

When evil has control, it hides all options other than the dark ones it lies are your only choices.

But I tell you what you already know. What you don’t know is how others will respond, what they’ll think, what they’ll say, what they’ll do. The power of your own choice is all that you have. The rest is theater, albeit extreme in Earth’s case of a beautiful planet given to evil, then given choice to its inhabitants for intellectual integrity and moral courage to respond to the Emperor’s New Clothes parade of evil.

Which path will Earth take?

You want to know.

But you can’t.

It’s out of your control.

Enjoy the show? That’s up to you, here, in The Twilight Zone.