Hillary Clinton; Donald Trump; Joe Biden; Kamala Harris — there is a sort of progression here, a ratcheting up of insanity.

Unaccounted trillions of spending and receipts in the Pentagon and HUD; remorseless deficit spending and ballooning-in-the-trillions debt; Federal Reserve policies that would make even a Rothschild blush; ignorance of ecological crisis coupled with a fixation on a non-crisis (global warming) and now the coronavirus panics — what is becoming clear is the enormity of public idiocy in our tolerance for rising levels of folly.

Never-ending wars that make no sense but do make vast graveyards; surveillance that becomes increasingly accomplished and omnipresent; and disclosures of ominous secrets that accumulate yet make hardly a ripple in the public mind — what are we supposed to believe?

We should wonder whether we are exhibiting some sort of collective death wish.

What’s certain is that we ramp up the bizarrerie year by year.
And these Months of Q (as I call this period of post-election/pre-installation of a president) are quite enjoyable to watch.

Pop up the popcorn, heat the butter, and enjoy the show.

And if this conclusion seems tacked-on, a hollow ping of a cheery note? Sure. But Trump’s basic challenge against the vote counts from Election Day is such a major blast of discord — and his lawyer Sydney Powell’s charge of massive voter fraud via corrupt electronic voting system democracy’s biggest j’accuse ever — that all the Q Anon talk that roiled on the back burner now bubbles over. Q prophecies always seemed preposterous. But not much more than Powell’s. They are of a piece. And they will soon reach a falsifiability test.

For guidance, soon, we may wish to consult When Prophecy Fails — or That Hideous Strength.