The absolute state of your raging yeast infection.
There's only one person in the movement with the capital to start a crowd-funding service, but he seems to be more interested in normie social media at the moment.
The last-comer of the Anons was named among the Autists Kekrandir, the Green Pilgrim for he dwelt in no place and gathered to himself neither likes nor followers, but ever went to and fro on the interwebs from /qresearch/ to /pol/ and from Reddit to Twitter befrening all fags in times of need. Warm and eager was his spirit (and it was enhanced by the ring of Nassim), for he was the Enemy of Soros, opposing the fire that devours with the flame that kindles and succours in wanhope and distress; but his joy and his swift wrath were veiled in garments as green as the pots so that only those that knew him well glimpsed the flame that was within. Merry he could be, and sought neither power nor praise, and thus far and wide he was beloved among all those that were not themselves shills. Mostly he journeyed unwearyingly by VPN, leaning on the ridiculous avatar of a smug frog and so he was called by the Men of the Kun Pepe the Green, for they deemed him (though in error as has been said) to be of Autist-kind, since he would at times work wonders of dank memery among them, loving especially the beauty of sarcasm. Yet such marvels he wrought mostly for the lulz, and because he was bored, and desired not that any should hold him in awe or take his counsels out of fear.