Q & A

I am halfway through my 30 day sentence in Facebook Jail for telling a braindead Trumpster to "drink his bleach" and web traffic is considerably down here at R17. 

Consequently I feel free to take another deep dive into one of my favorite rabbit holes -- Q and Qanon.

Considering all the outrageous theories stemming from this cult and the colorful cast of characters behind this psyop, like the Fredrick Brennan (pictured above), a wheelchair bound, toy dog aficianado, former Jew turned born again Christian, I frankly don't understand why more people are not as fascinated as I am.

If you haven't been watching the HBO documentary series, you have no idea what you are missing. And when I say no idea, you have no idea of how idealess you really are. This shit is strange. Dark. Surreal. worthy of repeated viewings.

It's so weird, I don't know where to begin, particularly since I'm only 4 episodes into the series. 

Suffice to say, the cryptic Q-drops, little messages that regularly appear and drive the Qanon people wild with loony bin theories and plans and storms, all in service of their Dear Leader, Captain Ouchie Foot, are not what they appear to be. 

The aim of Q and the folks who created Q is not political. At all. They are simply leveraging the current discord for other purposes, the one that predates power by centuries -- the original sin, greed. Because let's be honest, Republicans have no interest in governing. 

They've said as much.

Mind you, this is just my estimation, but when you hear the tales of Mr. Brennan (above) and the backstory of wizardchan, 2chan, 4chan and 8chan, all sites on the dark web, you can see that Q and the evolution of Q are nothing more than an elaborate marketing scam. 

All created to keep Qanon, the Q followers, glued to the message boards and exposed to paid advertising at 8chan, a growing platform of "free speech" that is the new home of Nazis, amateur porn, and I'm sure Russian intel officers gathering data and dishing out disinformation.

8chan was once owned by Fredrick Brennan, who annoyingly overstrokes his pet doggie, but is now owned by Jim Watkins and his son, Ron.

And oddly enough, this is where the story gets interesting.

The younger Watkins, is a tech genius and knows more about coding than I could ever learn in 100 lifetimes. He's also, I suspect on the spectrum, and comes across on camera as very distant. Not surprising since his father Jim is one of the creepiest characters you will ever have displeasure of meeting.

In addition to his dalliances with gay and child pornography, his chumminess with Steve Bannon and Roger Stone, his numerous Internet enterprises, he lives in the Philippines and raises pigs. He casually jokes that he feeds his political and business enemies to the pigs, and somehow that doesn't seem too far fetched.

He also has an unexplainable fetish for fountain pens. Expensive Mont Blanc pens that do nothing for me, but get Mr. Watkins all hot and bothered. His cloying manner is undeniably Hannibal Lector-ish.

If you haven't dipped your toe in the Q water, I suggest you do.

Oh and if you haven't argued with Qanon follower online, I suggest you do that too. 

It's like your own little movie.