You're a fucking tool. Imagine what you could have been doing with that time instead of playing in the sand with your autistic friends fantasising about this imaginary world of conspiracies and grand plans.  Do me a favour and mark a date on the calendar. Make that your line in the sand. If shit hasn't kicked off by then, you'll get on with your life. Maybe you can focus on the niggers and spics infesting your area rather than connecting a web of non-existent bullshit Dan Brown style. A year from now, make it two, I don't care. Name a date.