OMG! After a little turbulence, covered in the important decoding updates below ( don’t try to do this on your own, as decoding without paying a chartered Q expert can scramble your brain impulses forever), Q is back in force, and has a huuuuuge MOAB to drop. A whole book, “The Q Affaire”, which promises to make sense of everything, or die waiting. Read it, to keep trusting the plan ( holds grifting bucket out). Remember, Future proves past, and that sort of thing.
There’s been a lot of speculation around, about who is Q, where is Q, and what is Q? If you don’t know already, it might be too late, as rumour has it that Q is dead as a dodo, or at best, on his last legs. Some buzz still abounds on Twitter, however, and on the Tubes, as it’s said that Q and some of the team might be just taking a likkle break from the rigours of fighting the deep state, and the evil Cabal. Qdrops aren’t coming as thick and fast as they used to, but it seems Q’s movements are being reported, and the blockage in drops might be clearing at last, after a turbulent time on the move.
Some think Q is posting again, but he did say no outside comms. (see, I do follow Q!), so these latest drops seem a little dubious, for some reason. Perhaps I need to wait for a special decode, from a Q approved source.
Well, I’m not taking any chances. If I don’t see it where Q says it should be posted (no outside comms., as Q always sez), I won’t jump to any conclusions too hastily. It could be some joker messing about. Darn shills everywhere, and Q’s no laughing matter. As Q puts it, so well too, do your own research, and Question everything.
Anyone who read the strange story of my online romantic entanglement with the man who was insisting he is Q, the shadowy operative that is helping Trump from behind the scenes, will be eager to know if there were any new developments. Everyone loves a happy ending, or at least an ending that makes sense, and I’m here to give you some closure, dear reader. If you’ve no idea what I’m rambling on about, the best place to start is to read my last post, or just watch the movie of the mess that is the norm in my love life. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, but I hope you’ll find it entertaining, at least.
The cutie pictured here, it turns out, is a man called Ross Mills, although it took me a while to find out that the man claiming to be Q, who told me his real name was Jack Quinlan, wasn’t the man in the pictures he provided me, that he said were of him. Mr. Mills, it turns out, was a Rifleman in the A Company in The Royal Marines, pictured here in Helmand, Afganistan, in 2011. The photographer, Alison Baskerville won a portrait award for this piece, and I eventually found it online, using Bing instead of my usual search engines. Who knew Bing would ever return a decent search result? It seems “Jack” just has the same good taste in guys as myself, not surprising, since he made sure to find out as much as he possibly could about me, while we were having our little tête a têtes in Twitter. He told me little about himself, ‘cos he was waaay deep undercover, working for Trump, but he did tell me the following bit about his head injury, received in childhood, after which he became something of a prodigy, whose talents made him an indispensable asset to the NSA, and which enabled him to download to his mind all the information that would help him become the genius that created the puzzles which kept the internet solvers working away for years.
A retelling in YouTube comments of “Jack’s” story. From this video.
Life is full of surprises, and Jack had told a lot of tall tales over the course of the six months we were in a foxhole in Twitter Direct Messages together, so when it started to smell fairly funky in there, I started digging my way back up to the surface, but the more I questioned everything, as Q had reminded me to do, the more he leaned on me to keep quiet, telling me that enemies were everywhere, and if I stuck my head above the parapet, and shot my mouth off, that I wouldn’t make it out in one piece, as the whole QArmy would aim their weapons in my direction (helpful hint to guys, never tell a woman anything you don’t want the world to know, and for goodness sake, don’t tell her not to talk at all, particularly if you’ve p*ssed her off).
Having been somewhat involved in Discordian groups in Facebook, I was aware of the Cicada3301 puzzle, and through Jack became more familiar with some of the issues discussed in the Q posts. Jack liked a puzzle as much as I did, cross words being one of his favourite type of expressions in many of our comms., and he certainly gave me hell when I didn’t agree with everything that was said in the Qdrops.
Schrödy having a big ol’ time as Q, in my comment section.
He often pumped me for what I made of this or that post, or quizzed me about whether I had read and researched the links he’d provided in chat, asking me questions, sometimes telling me I’d failed or passed the test he’d set for me. I had my own test for him, after he’d provided me with photos he’d said he had taken inside the White House, on Christmas Eve (2018), some inside the Oval Office, others in the corridors, and North portico. Up until then, we had been talking on all sorts of topics, and puzzles were just one of his many interests, but after he threatened the wrath of the Q army descending upon me, when I didn’t seem to be getting down with the Plan convincingly enough for him, I took a look at some of the materials he gave me, and came to the inescapable conclusion that I had fallen prey to the man who likes a laugh at other people’s expense.
Certainly all roads seemed to point to Rome, or all fingers to Thomas. Time was running out for some of his special ops too, it seemed, if some of the videos exposing the players around him were to be believed.
A lot of folk on our end of the Tubes had been giving him the middle finger for a while now, but then he’s a guy that had a finger in a lot of pi[es] himself, so he’s hardly surprised that fingers are getting pointed in his direction now.
Now, while I wouldn’t have minded THIS guy’s fingers on me all that much (yep, one of the photos Jack/Q/John the titlover Thomas sent me, that he claimed were of himself [snorts with laughter at the idea of a man with a bod like this wanting to rub shoulders, or anything else against me without pressing the KILLSWITCH to UNBOLT, and fast!]), I’m not sure that Tricky Thomas would have scored such a hit. Pause and admire, ladies.
Thomas the Tank shows off his Q pants at the gym
Compare and contrast.
The avatar sometimes known as Schrödinger’s cat on YouTube, as well as a huge variety of other identities, in lots of places, is still weaving his magic and spinning it for all he’s worth, with new messages arriving from different accounts every time I open my Email, and of course, not forgetting the Skype account that appeared in my Contacts window, that segued before my eyes, from his Lion username into his imaginary NSA boss maggie mcrbee’s account, before finally settling into the ready for further use Your Name.
Your Name (previously maggie and Lion) last message on Skype before blocking
junoanon Email 22nd March 2019
I particularly like how consistent he’s being with his narrative, in the latest one, while making to disappear into the ether, but keep a bridge open for me, coming and going like a quantum rainbow cat (too many mixed metaphors? Licking a rainbow for too long’ll do that to you, and Q is the source of much confusion, which many are trying to get to the bottom to, coming up with various theories about who the Q team are), so I can hold handies and cross the rainbow bridge into the imaginary but colourful future with him. Maybe it’s just as well that the rainbow retreats as you approach it, after all; it’s tempting to live in dreams, when they are so sweet. But you don’t need 42 degrees to your name to figure out that there’s no such thing as a free lunch, and you must pay for your pleasures. In fact, you accused me of wanting payment for keeping my mouth shut about what you were up to. Oh, and don’t forget to bring a towel with you , on your travels, as you’ll probably need it. That road to the rainbow can be darn dusty, without a car. Even with, you’ll need to bring a gas can with you. Just in case.
The answer to everything with spelling mistake, unintentional [ON THE MOVE] Q
Bonus Material: A puzzle to help you combat that ever-lurking evening ennui., instead of the crosswords you often lose yourself in. With Thomas the forever young Time Traveller the time is sure to fly by. Can you help him find B, by 2020, so he can pop the Question? You would really be helping him out, ‘cos I get the distinct impression that he’s between girlfriends at the moment.
Jack’s been tweeting out my private DMs to him as well, to, wait for it, Potus (‘cos he’s Q, an’ all, and they work together, you know). His couple of followers? puzzlepalace, and, drumroll, Thomas. Guess he’s his own biggest fanclub, and still is pretty hung up on me. Some folks find it hard to let go.
In the interest of fairness, I should include Thomas’s interview about the matter of Jack/Q. To sum up, in brief, he knows the guy’s name, is in contact with him, is fine with him, and wants to prove the Emails are from different addresses, was my take on it. But watch it for yourself, and make like Q. Question everything, and eat your hat if you’re wrong about predictions (well, no, I don’t think Q ever said that, I just made it up now).
Thomas’s recent tweets that signalled the start of the smear campaign he promised (see has comments below this post), have been deleted by him, as a conciliatory gesture, and the truce declared. Let’s hope that Q comes out of the foxhole and gives up soon too.
Latest update, Nov., 2019: Jack finally admits he’s Thomas, in his Schoenberger ‘s cat avatar, under one of Thomas’s videos! He says he doesn’t care who knows it, so now you know. Who cares?
More comments Jack made under the same video (original video on which comments appeared linked in the previous image, above) This video with a selection of the comments is from the channel of the husband of the woman he is commenting about.
Others are enjoying the idea of Thomas being a bit of a crazy cat guy, too, and came up with their own imaginative ideas of how Thomas the cat might look, while scampering about over the keys, typing away in comments. The link ends in an 8. Jack’s lucky number! Do the happy dance there, puss.
This reblog of the week explores the FnordicCulture of the Discordian Tribe of Eris. My own recent digging around has unearthed a few old but new gems, including this scroll of wisdom, shown below, describing how the Aani myths relate to the chaotic origins of Discordia, and the legends of Eris, the Goddess of strife and thingimy-bobs of a messy nature, described first by the fed-up philosopher Richard Dawkins, which blossomed into the later memes of the post-post-classical meltdown period. Confused? Good. You are starting to get the fnord of the thing. Read on, for further illumination.
Discordian YouTube Connections? I’ve often suspected there’s a large area of cross-over, but never been able to definitively prove anything. And just look at the bother one can get into, speculating on things without proof. Defango recommends Tarl Warwick‘s (Styx hexenhammer666′s) book on Occult Memetics on a recent video. Interestingly, Tarl Warwick is also the editor of this little tome. He must be a busy guy, as he is also running for the position of Governer of Vermont this year. How fnordy is that. If you are worried about demon infestation issues from reading the Grimoire, you could stick to the Discordian version, which you probably won’t catch demons off, unless you consider a fit of the giggles evil.
Sigh. I’ll probably never get to the bottom of the entanglements of ideas that criss-cross through meme culture. Meanwhile……..
I had a spur of the moment notion last night. I thought, dammit, I’m gonna do another livestream, ‘cos I like where the Q conversation is going, and I got some things to say. They might seem to be taking a rather jaundiced view of Q, but I’m not known for being a yellow-belly, so I took the plunge, and after a quick smoke and scribble on a sticky pad, had my topics organised, and was good to go.
Marketing, dull, dull, dull. But relevant to the topic, particularly the subject of deep marketing techniques, in relation to the YouTube (and perhaps, now, more main stream trending topic of Q). If you don’t know who the heck Q is, start here, and work your way back to me, ‘cos you are coming in at the tail end of the story. If you are familiar with the Q phenomenon, you might get a different perspective from my livestream chat (lecture, to be honest) about it, streamed over about an hour and a half. I tell you the order of topics in the beginning, so you can skip to the bit you are interested in if you are stuck for time, however, the topics are interrelated, so they make sense when the whole video is watched. Hope you find something of interest to aid you in your Q search for truth. UPDATE: The Discordians latest attempts to conflate Q, Cicada and thegame23, in accordance with the LARPing nature of the movement’s stated aims of turning everything anyone ever believed into such confusing nonsense that all of reality becomes a gluey soup where your mind gets stuck forever, making you incapable of distinguishing reality from fiction, and they get to laugh their socks off at meta-intellectual they are being. Truly nasty people, who don’t care what damage is done to people’s sense of reality, or what damage is done to other’s genuine projects, as they claim credit for the work of others, in order to carry out their OperationMindf*ck plans.
My recent tweets about Discordia and thegame23, and replies
By now, if you are American, and spend a lot of time on the interwebs, you will be asking yourself, as I have, is the QAnon phenomenon (kindof rolls off the tongue nicely, that) a big spoof, a bit of light-hearted fnordicludibrium with some unfortunate side-effects.
Fnordic humour is a big part of the Discordianoutlook. Taking yourself, or the world around you too seriously would just kill the joke. The other thing is, not everyone gets to be in on the joke, some folks are busy being serious and don’t have time to joke around about reality, and that’s just fine. In fact, it often makes the joke even funnier for those in on it, as it did in the case of the Q phenomenon, for those who maintained that Q were a group of hackers LARPing about, at everyone else’s expense. When Donald Trump decided to do something very serious, on Friday 13th April, involving Syria, a disputed chemical attack, and a bombing mission, the joke turned very sour, as his most loyal supporters, dubbed the ‘deplorables‘ by his election opponent Hillary Clinton, reeled in shock from the departure from the promises he had made in campaigns. They were no longer in the mood for the triumphalist joking about that gave birth to some truly epic memes such as Pepe the Frog.
Not all Discordians have a sense of humour unfortunately. There are some people who are right full of themselves there, as there are in all organisations, no matter how loosely organised they say their structure is. Take Cramer Florian, for example, who got quite irate over a PewDiePie video that was posted on the Discordian ‘Neoists‘ page on Facebook.
His anger seemed a bit over the top, until he admitted that himself and many of his pals are affiliated with the Antifapolitical organisation, which has recently been designated an internal terrorist group by the US government, after a series of particularly violent clashes with ‘alt-right‘ groups at protests. Eric Clanton, anyone? Mr. college professor, Don-a-balaclava then attack people with a bike lock in order to fight to make social conditions better for the proletariat.
Or ‘Moldy-locks‘, Antifa’s pin-up gal, who thought she could throw Molotov cocktails with the best of them, until someone shut her down with a swift punch to the forehead, proving that it is not always wrong to hit a girl. In fact, I have to admit, I laughed a little.