Today is my son's 15th birthday. I was "forced" to have a c-section and hemmoraghed a week later, almost dying.
Today I am fighting the digital battle as best I can, having been redpilled in September last year and my searches leading me to Q.
I fight for my son and his sisters, for my husband, for my family (most of the who have taken the shot), for my sheep friends, for all my anon friends, and for the world.

Happy Birthday, Son! I hope to make leave a better world for you. WWG1WGA

(This is the topper for his brownies.)