Q was Santa Claus for grownups. It was a promise that all the good little boys and girls would get something if they just believed, said their prayers, and paid attention. The problem is that there was no payoff other than another round of promises. The intent was to wring every last drop of hope out of the believers and then watch them smash against the rocks feeling completely hopeless. Because just like when kids learn Santa isn’t real, reindeer can’t fly, and the presents came from Dad busting his ass at the factory every day for his family until the factory closed down a few months ago and he lost his job, the grownups learn Q isn’t real, there is no plan, nobody is coming to save you, and if you weren’t prepared to save yourself because you’ve believed life was going to turn out like a TV show, you just wasted four years. Here’s the thing: Who gives a fuck if Q is fake? I thought we had four more years of at least some sort of stasis. I didn’t expect grand theft country, but it happened. Now, we have a choice to make: let it crush us, or stand back up and keep punching, keep striving, save each other. Because we’re the heroes. We’re the light at the end of the tunnel. Us. Not some Oompa Loompa mother fucker who betrayed us and is headed off to lick his wounds at his palatial estate, not some Neocon Midwestern Governor, not an attorney from Texas, and not anybody who’s been in DC for more than 18 months. Only us. And fuck ‘em. We are plenty. Together, we can win. Not because of hopium or lies or phony promises of some political savior, but because we give a shit about each other and freedom and truth and justice. That doesn’t mean we aren’t gonna bust your balls about it. You’ve been fucking obnoxious with the Q shit spamming us to death with it. But laugh and roll with it. Accept that you got conned and join the rest of us in genuine hope rather than clinging to some larping attention whore assclown who’s been laughing at you the whole time. Yes, the bad guys fuck kids. Yes they’re demonic in the sense that they believe what they do gives them power, but know that we outnumber them. By a fuck ton. And we can wipe them out if we are so motivated and tactically minded. We love you, you goofy fuck, and we’ve all been taken in by some dumbass hokum at one point or another. This was just your turn.