Ode to the Diggers

The Art of Pulling Threads

There’s an art I’ve come to admire much, but it’s not an art that you can feel or touch

It’s a gift that should be honored and praised, the results of it leave all amazed

It awakens thinking in normies’ heads—it’s the art of digging, of pulling threads

Threads invisible to the untrained eye, things only Diggers can demystify

A missing letter, picture, the turn of a phrase can’t escape a Digger’s critical gaze

Diggers are inquisitive, analytical, and deep—the opposite of those asleep

Like a dog with a bone, the Diggers won’t stop, not even on Hunter Biden’s hellish laptop

Their attention to detail is wholly unique—to others those details just look like Greek

The Digger’s goal is to bring light to dark! Start a fire for others with a single spark

Early on posts from the 17th letter made Diggers wonder if they were from a truth spreader

It was then that a man by the name of Dave Hayes became the brilliant decoder, the Medic who Prays

Pulling threads one by one, confirming the proofs, made the Patriots realize Q wasn’t a spoof

Marco Polo took on the job nobody wanted—facing that laptop daily, they stand strong and undaunted

When Patel Patriot arrived on the scene, none of us knew what Devolution would mean

Continuity fueled our souls for the fight and helped the Patriot community sleep better at night

Gregg and Catherine assembled The Pit in the sand, then asked Anons to pull on some strands

They threw crumbs, ends of threads, and asked others to yank—Evil knew their time was coming for a walk on the plank

Kanekoa the Great saw a thread and he pulled, full well knowing that doing so would bring nothing of good

And nothing of good had a name, Eugene Yu—on the run with his cell phone is surely a clue

Kanekoa’s thread pulling smashed the evil Konnech—contracts cancelled means cheating hopes for the midterms are wrecked

World War 3 rages on with Good winning each skirmish—Our world is changing, and with God’s help we will flourish

Evil’s losing its hold on the world God holds dear—satan knows how it ends and he cowers in fear

God placed you on this earth for a time just as this, so be brave, do your part, stand firm, and persist

God’s plan will play out, a beautiful story, of good and of evil, all for His glory.

The Diggers are many, too many to list, but this ode is for all who the clues they untwist

Stand strong, precious Diggers, stand firm and be brave, for the goal of your work is our world to be saved

So here’s to the Diggers with their sleepless nights, who give all they have in their role in the fight

History may not note individual names, but without them we’d lose the Patriot Games