I’m certainly not hostile to the Qtards. I do not go on their threads and ridicule them. I mean, if they’re perfectly happy sitting around in their little knitting circle, chitchatting like a bunch of old ladies, pretending they know what they’re talking about, then I’m perfectly happy to leave them to their own little LARP games.
A line from an early 70s Mott The Hoople song comes to mind. It was just a few years after "The Revolution" and Sticking It To The Man suddenly fizzled and died almost overnight, to many people's astonishment.
One day we were hearing our Boomer Elders belting out, "Got a Revolution! Got a Revolution!! One generation got o-o-o-o-ld...." and "Because the Re-vo-lu-tion's here, and you know it's right" and "Four dead in O-hi-o. Gotta get down to it..." It's almost here! Can you see it? Just around the corner and coming fast! The Revolution is almost heeeeeeere!
But then just like that, all the air foofed out of it and left it flat, and nobody, but nobody was talking about The Revolution any more.
So a year or two later, this lyric seemed like a fitting epitaph to the older Boomer's delusional dreams:
"And my brother's back at home,
With his Beatles and his Stones.
Never got it off on that Revolution stu-u-u-u-uff.
What a drag.
Too many sna-a-a-a-a-ags."
That's how I picture the Q-Anon knitting circles now. "The Plan! The Plan! What happened to the plan?? It was 80% ... 90% ... 95% ... 99% ...99.9% of the way to fruition. I just don't understand what happened to it??"