Q’s Granny – Truth Convoy and a858 (nsa.com)

Since when did NSA change from having .gov Email addresses to having .com ones? Sensible question, one would think, but don’t expect sensible answers from YouTubers, who are busy trying to keep the narrative going that Truth Convoy (AKA Q’s Granny) is having a NSA person, who also happens to be the illusive Q, according to himself, writing back and forth to her. Currently, the narrative is that Thomas Schoenberger, who professed a deep fondness for the Emailer, a858 Stonehenge Reddit puzzle moderator, is having a big dispute with this a858 “Jack” person, who is definitely not him, he and his adoptive granny claim, but might well be this other Brian person, who the Truth Con has hated, for years.

Thomas and “Jack” on a Thomas channel, pushing the secret agent narrative for Truth Con

No proof of that is shown, but I can help clarify it’s not true, by debunking the source of the Emails, which, surprise, surprise, don’t come from the NSA at all, even if they have a silly little secret spy type “alias” attached, with nsa.com entered under the address line (it would be a crime to use a .gov address, falsely). Lots of Email clients allow you to do this, and it’s usually not done to try to fool people. It doesn’t manage to, here either, as it’s not an nsa.gov shown in the alias either. This is from my own Email Inbox, as the same person sent me Emails, as part of the same larp.

They’ve managed to get an “immersive journalist, Rocco Castoro, involved in the dispute as well, which is sure to do Truth Con’s channel a power of good, in terms of views, since she’s been milking the QAnon material on her YouTube channel for years now, and even sent her precious Emails from Jerome Corsi and Q around to other YouTubers’ channels, like Unirock and Lift the Veil. When suspicions were raised that the Emails were emanating from “America’s greatest living composer” Thomas Schoenberger’s direction, and the suspicions couldn’t be shaken off by the numerous Con videos insisting that some of them showed him mailing them from an official NSA Email address, the narrative changed gears, and is still speeding along, with help from new sources. For an NSA person, a858 sure likes the attention, nearly as much as the Truth Con does, as she eagerly writes back and forth to the Emailer, several years on, while insisting he’s stalking her. This is convenient for Thomas, as he has her firmly sticking up for him, while he hides behind her skirts, from the beastly types who have the nerve to say it’s him, now creating a fake fight with his “sock” account, the Stonehenge Reddit Email address, and all round puzzle-loving attention hound, in the a858 address.

Click on Tweets to see screenshots of Thomas’s new “fight” with “Jack”

Mind you, Q’s Granny is doing pretty well out of keeping the puzzle of the Emails going, and enjoying it as much as Thomas is, by the looks of it. She tells everyone that comes to her door that it was fun, getting two or three hundred dollars a month, since she got free advertising down on 8Chan for her quilts, and part of the quilt money, she tells the elder care person, who arrived in response to a call about cockroach infestation and water damage (black mold, in her living-room, from a bathroom leak, visible in many of her videos), was from the QAnon people. I show the relevant part of that livestream on my own livestream, while also debunking the narrative she and Thomas are running, about a858 being an nsa person, writing to her from an nsa.gov address. She may have been important to the QAnons, but it’s pretty obvious she’s not that important in the minds of the nsa, no matter what she and Thomas want to claim, to keep the viewers tuned into listening to her lies about extortion gangs of child trafficking terrorists, working for the Jewish mafia, etc. etc.

So, yeah, I showed my debunking, with Emails from my own Inbox, as screenshots, of the not so nice little earner for Q’s Granny, with the narratives she and Thomas are still at, in their infinite game, that they want to keep going….and I’d like to see ended. Not into the lies, personally, and as you know, had a run-in in the QAnon threats department myself. I’d rather not see that happen again, to someone else.
Threats by Thomas to use Emails from Truth Con (who I’ve never communicated with) in an online slander campaign against me, made in the comments on my own blogpost! They’re still at the same larp, on her channel.

Bonus: There’s a longer livestream, if you aren’t bored hearing about the Email larp. Q’s Granny is talking to the elder lemon care worker, 20 minutes into this one, but there’s a longer discussion as well, around it. If you’re as bored of their larp as I am, I don’t blame you for not watching the whole stream, but the bad news is, that old larps are the seeds of new larps, and Q still loves his Granny, who would do anything for him, no matter how stupid.

It’s No Game

Anyone who reads my blog regularly will already be pretty familiar with this lady, who runs an endless Con she sells as the Truth. She’s kept onย  truckin’ for over a year now, and the narrative has taken some twists along the way, with anyone who tries to use the other lane getting side-swiped or just plain run over by her inventive fictions and colourful language, all geared towards adding her perceived enemies to the story of the international stalker gang that’s pursuing her for her secrets (told nightly in detail) about the conspiratorial workings of paint factories, unions and cults of all types. Oh,ย  and murder plots.

Hello World. You are all in a death cult!

Lately, she’s garnered a new fanbase, made up of those who love stories, and wish to borrow some for their own ends, and others, who just like a laugh, and a drug free trip with the steamroller Convoy. Lately, she’s taken to Twitter to follow the fun, as others who joined the con convoy, hoping for a free ride on the tailgate of the lies, are tweeting away like mad, about stuff she really cares about. Emails. Yeah. Doesn’t sound exciting, does it? Some, though, like Denise, have an obsession with discovering who owns a particular address on the interwebs. One that she wouldn’t block, as you or I would, when we don’t want to write back.

It’s not a game, folks. These people aren’t really pretending to be mad. They actually are; it’s a Truth Community thing. You just wouldn’t get it, unless you’d lived it, but lemmie explain how this Bedlam ward of YouTube is run. It runs on lies, and if you aren’t a liar, the inmates get very worked up indeed, and you will find them turning on you, in droves. Or should I say, convoys. Maybe I’m the crazy one in a mad, mad world, because I keep telling the truth, even when nobody in the asylum will listen, even though I don’t have the word Truth emblazoned across my channel name, in an effort to convince people that I haven’t just been turning the truth on its head, to steamroller people into wanting to get off the Tube, so I can tell tall tales to the other inmates. I’ve been assigned to the back office, where I take notes on the patients, and make sure the drugs are locked up (though a few channels seem to have managed to forge the keys, as the opiates levels are constantly dwindling).

It’s a solitary life, but I don’t mind it. Once the patients are (b)locked up in their own wards, they aren’t any serious danger to anyone else, and they scrawl happily on their walls, with only the odd mumble heard down the corridor. My filing cabinet is stuffed though, and I find I must re-organize. Perhaps you could lend a hand, seeing as how you dropped in, or just put the kettle on, while I’m clearing up. Nice cuppa tea makes the medicine go down, I hear. Or is it sugar? You won’t find much sugar in the tweets I’ve got to go through, but you’ll spit your tea out, laughing. Here we go then (opens the cabinet of horrors labelled Corsi Emails).

Now, this is inmate No. 23’s favourite cabinet. Denise is obsessed with the “Corsi Email” in which she was cc-ed, months and months ago. She used to fancy Jerome Corsi somethin’ rotten, after Roy Potter lost his place on her pinup wall of her cell. Now she decided that the Jack Quin that signed the Email simply must be this Jack Quinn, based on a Google search of the name (spelling close enough, right?). And he is silver haired and attractive, and most of all, “impor-an'”, as she likes to say, in her best Boston/Texas crossover accent, Everything’s impor-an’ in Denise’s mind, and everything involves the gang that’s been stalking her, for oh, forever.
We have lots more files in the cabinet, ‘cos she toted the Email around all the cells on the ward, to get the other inmates involved. Several have now got the same obsession, and are tweeting all around the corridors, about the sender, whose identity changes constantly. Sometimes s/he’s a guy called Brian, sometimes Jack, sometimes Tom, sometimes he’s even on Twitter, disguised as a vet, serving as the alter-ego of one of the inmates who believes that you can be more than one person at a time.

The Twitter profile of fake Jack, hmmm, wonder who came up with that tall tale?

Sometimes you have to humour the inmates, so when I’m not in the office, de-cluttering the cabinets I play along, nodding and smiling to all and sundry. They can get quite ratty if you don’t pretend that this is the normal world, after all. When this one, who just won’t take her calming meds, insists that an Australian vet is a858, I don’t point out that that’s actually her cell number, I just say, yes dear, and walk her back to her bunk, or if it’s not lock-up time, the recreational lounge, where she can mingle, and gossip with her friends. I leave it to the porters to break up fights, and go back to the office, locking the door behind me, in case they try to break in, to get at the opiates again.
Sometimes they play word games, or argue about pi (OCD patients in particular), but always the story told about the darn Email address changes. One minute it’s here, one minute there. It’s him. No it’s her. Honestly, these people could argue about anything, or nothing at all. They don’t seem to want to settle on a version; I suppose the days are long, and you have to pass them somehow, but they will keep sneaking into to the nurses’ lounge when they’re fagged out from a hard day herding nuts, and accessing the computer to send secret messages out to their Email fixations. The target of their fixation got so fed up with the endless stream of fruit and nut mails, that they replied with a missive that added even more confusion to the already confused recipients.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Does Bye bye mean more?

Now, just as misery loves company, this inmate had some friends, like the guy that identifies as a vampire, playing along with the tale, until the Email fecked it up for them, and sent them into a spin. I’m afraid I got a little short too, as they’d been at the medicine cabinet at midnight again, and I wasn’t happy to have to get a new key cut for the third time that week. I enjoyed the tweets they’d posted up so much, I teased them gently, about all their stories, and nodded away for all I was worth. Nod, and smile. Yes, dear. Back to your cell, now. Yes. I know.

An Australian vet that does puzzles, and is a composer too, living in America, that might be a transgender person, and that person you were talking to on Twitter’s just a liar. OK then. You know? How? Oh, I see, your vampire friend googled a858 and something about pi puzzles came up, right after the Lenovo phone result. And Denise says he’s in a murder gang, and is called Brian as well as Thomas and Jack with two nns. And Pi has a lot of numbers in it, sooooo……(rolls eyes, feeling headache coming on. How I resist the lure of the medicine cabinet myself, I don’t know).

Just smile and nod. Time to go home soon.

Confused? Yeah, you will be, after emerging from a day at the office, here. And there’s no telling these people; they don’t want the truth. It’s not as interesting to them as the tall tales.

Time to scan the online ads, and see if there’s an easier way to earn a living. Oh, cripes! They’ve been at my computer too. Now I’ll have to change the locks on my office again, for the 4th blinkin’ time this WEEK!