I don't know enough about Rebekah Mercer, but I do know she's a trust fund baby, and as a class they tend to be flakes. Unable to judge people except by cocktail party conversation. Best of intentions, but susceptible to all kinds of half-baked schemes. The architecture of Parler was from the beginning fragile, and AFAIK it still is.
And no, I don't trust the Article V meme any farther than I can throw a Buick. One handed.
Ahh the good old days, memories.
Nothing like heading out after Church to the county fields at the back of ‘ol Rebs’ BBQ ribs, Pulled Pork with a pickle, and a little sippin.
And the Event of the day for one and all
The “One Handed Buick tossing” contests.
We painted our Red, they went faster.
ROFL
Thank you for the recall of a childhood joy ;-)
Blessings