Q? Yeah, I have a thought or two. It didn't seem all that implausible when I first heard about it; an agent (would have been a group, more likely) embedded with the underworld of the political establishment that was leaking info and prognosticating events as they were being orchestrated to happen like some kind of inside-trader/anonymous Nostradamus? Could have been. Again, Trump had just seemingly done the impossible and dunked on the aristocrats from space. My mind is far more sympathetic and far less pessimistic than it was in those days. But then my shamanic meme-brain interjected and reminded me of a certain other character by the same moniker of Q. An all knowing, seemingly omnipotent being from Star Trek who was also kind of a prick and took joy in fucking with people. A sort of Trickster God. A Loki, if you will. Once I made that connection, assuming that name had been a very intentional one, I decided to not pursue the topic with any great effort. The faceless make for fickle saviors after all. Now, perhaps I'm wrong, it's happened before. Maybe this Q or group called Q is still in operation and working to jettison the establishment, but a wrong prediction is a wrong prediction, and anything more than one is several. Hardly the kind of odds a betting man feels safe to place chips on. So I'm sorry to anyone who erected a Q shrine in their closet, but as the rapper known as Ice-T once said, "You played yourself". This has been a Scathing Take. #politics #q #thoughts #ScathingTake