they love their snakes.
the snakes validate them.
they justify their hatreds and predjuices and give them a purpose: to post depravity and perversion to try and grow snakes in other people's heads.
the burning man brain chip party?
go live in a wasteland and take drugs and dance naked under a giant flamable pagon idle?
so desparate to hyjack a movement you make up a false narrative as if you're the descendant of Q.
Q was often wrong or inane.
or it was often comms and only understandable to a few for whom it was meant.
It was like eavesdropping on one side of a conversation. Some times it was understanable.
often it was a joke.
sorry, the 'America party of drug using Burning Brain chip partiers' isn't going to survive a sudden rainstorm in the desert wasteland that they squat in.
the 'Musk brain chip' 'I'm the smartest promiscuous lecher in the group' bit is a failure.
He's proven himself to be a flake and flighty, violent, and petty, and vindictive.
He's toast.
He's got potato chips for brains and they are fried.
Q was often inane and meant for a few.
if you agreed with everything you're a groupie.
Q even said it : Think for yourself.
how dare I say that Q wasn't gospel!
it wasn't the operational conditioning and the promise of sex from fat women that promoted your loyalty?
that's true but still: not gospel
not always intelligible.
every post not meant for every one: some of them only for operators in the field.