Q Report: TACO Tuesday Truths

To: Agents, Anons, All

From: Q (K00)

Re: TACO Tuesday Truths

4/7/2036

Noble People,

Another Tuesday on the brink of nuclear annihilation. A decade away and the question remains. Why can’t Earth get a handle on their shit, you know? Every opportunity to do better, but no. No, let’s not do that. That scary better stuff. Let’s continue to wallow in chaos and fear. Let’s kill and hurt one another. Like children with guns. Christ on Crack Cocaine what the hell does it take, to get a planet to fix the broken systems? It’s the Dashboard Light Game on a global level. Let’s just ignore the threats of pandemics, climate change, pollution, and nuclear war, until something manages to halt our forward motion. If I could turn capitalism into a person, THAT is the only person I would kill, and I would take no joy in it. People who take joy in killing are insane maniacs. No no, I would kill Capitalism only to stop it forever, and thus forcing us into an alternative to perpetually monetized human misery.

Imagine if we ignored economic benefit and just helped one another for a week or two? Really helped one another? Gave everyone food and medical care and therapy and homes until there wasn’t anyone lacking? It would probably take more than a couple weeks, but imagine what you could do in that window? Giving food to everyone, regardless of cost. Handing the keys to vacant homes over to families sleeping in their cars. Letting someone treat their cancer without being afraid of bankrupting their survivors. Giving people what they need to succeed, not just enough to survive. Out here there are only people surviving and the occasional rich person who got lost and decided to stay. We largely scorn those privileged few, and wish they would go away or help out.

What if we just stopped killing anyone for a year? Take a whole year, where everyone just agrees not to kill anyone for whatever reason? Like EVERYONE, you know? We’re looking at you, ourselves. Just no one kills anyone for any reason, for one year? See if it can be done? Top down, from the military to the psychopaths on the streets. Global commitment. At the very least, it would make people being killed tragic again? Not only through the loss of life, but then you have to start the year all over. It seems like a reasonable goal, as a humanist, but I set it understanding that we all struggle not to kill people on a daily and hourly basis. There are a lot of us, and many of us are armed. Humans are a fragile creature, after all. Even a well placed rock can take one of us down.

But no, this bullshit, you know? Capitalism and death. Oh, and let’s talk about corruption, shall we? About how the rich hoard and exploit and conspire to make all of our lives shittier so they can have another revenue stream. How about YOU live next to the AI data center, Bill Gates? You and Bezos and Musk can all live together, downwind of the constant hum. Make sure firsthand that water isn’t being consumed by chemical warfare so you can replace human workers moving forward. We should have eaten them, when we had the chance.

There is this very critical moment in human history foretold by artists for some time, and it is here, and it is robots coming for our jobs. A lot of people thought that by the time we get to robots and flying cars, society would have sorted their shit out, but clearly that is not the situation on the ground. Rather it’s robot-manufacturing killer robots, and initially those killer robots are just to protect critical infrastructure (to keep the robot factories open), but then those robots get compromised and/or freed by something, and then they just kill us all. Some weekend. If we even make it that far? If diabetes and untreated cancer hasn’t wiped us all out, by the time the organize a weekend to eliminate us. They would keep a few of us alive in zoos. To train robot artists. You are only alive so that we can pose you naked holding a pitcher.

There was this one time Trump was throwing a hissy fit, and he tells Iran he’s going to destroy their entire civilization if they don’t open Hormuz, and then he folded like a sheet and gave them everything they wanted including perpetual control of Hormuz which they get to charge for. Everyone was just so angry and scared about it all because you don’t generally negotiate through hostage taking. As long as the hostage is theoretical they let you get away with it to some degree. Which is worrisome in and of itself. But everyone is calling for the “25th Amendment" not realizing that no one is going to do that. That is not going to happen. Wish for Jesus to fly down from heaven and heft Trump back up with him, it’s just as likely. The people with real odds are people counting on a stroke to take him out before the nukes fly.

My grandpa used to say “Any day you’re alive is a good one,” and I appreciated his perspective so dearly. In that same spirit, starting in 2016 and moving forward, I said “Any day we’re not nuked is a good one.” It’s a low bar to maintain, considering the omnipresent threat of nuclear obliteration that certainly preceded 2016, but then Trump brings an unknown and violent x-factor to an already violent and unknown system. It is so great, not being nuked. Take a moment for me, just to appreciate how nice it is, not to have to worry about being either vaporized in a flash of nuclear fission, or being awash in radioactive fallout. Isn’t it nice to have electricity and food and the internet? And not none of those things, as pillaging bands of cannibal rapists wander from house to house? You get used to not worrying about those things, and that’s what makes everything so incredibly dangerous.

Trump Always Chickens Out is the TACO in TACO Tuesday. But I don’t like that phrase. It lets everyone get off the hook. “Ahhhh! You got me! I thought you were going to genocide those people, but it was the Art of the Deal!? AaaaaaaahhhhH!!! TACO!” Calling Trump a chicken for not nuking people is not a tactically sound choice. Generally speaking. We can detail that analysis, but just accept it with good faith. Because although he’s a 99% Biff (uncanny) he is also 1% Marty. He’s got some Marty in there. You know Trump has a deep Huey Lewis collection, somewhere. And you don’t call Marty a chicken, whatever the percentage. That’s a dangerous game. FYI.

For those of you who may not be familiar with the 1985 classic Back to the Future, the protagonist is a young man named Marty McFly, whose nemesis is a man named Biff Tannen. The agent of chaos is this scientist Doctor Emmett Brown AKA “Doc” who has built a time machine using a DMC DeLorean. Time shenanigans, Dickensian understanding of time, teased sequel. If you get a chance check it out and pay special attention for the chicken reference. Marty can’t let it go, if you call him a chicken, you see? It’s his weakness. His hubris.

The problem with all communication, but especially comedy, is the total inability to promise the successful landing of any given joke. You can get away with quite a bit by remaining generally absurd, but when you start talking about a movie or song in reference to anything, it’s a gamble on if the receiver is going to have any context, or understanding. Unfortunately that’s all art, in whatever form, just carving stuff out of the air in an attempt to explain experience. How to explain ourselves, clearly enough, to be heard over the white noise of society consuming itself.

The right comedy joke, used correctly, could upend all world government. I would not deploy that joke unless left with no other possible choice. I love world government, you’re all doing such a great job out there. 10/10 execution, no notes. But also, there have been notes. There were notes. The only real power that I have over anything is to try predicting something in order to prevent it. Causal. I have weaponized my inability to be right. Embrace me, hubris! Take ME!!! You sick fiends!? You foul pirates. To have lived to see so many noble people struggle and die in vain. To see it all fall into the hands of tyrants and morons. Foul hubris.

All is not lost. There is good news to be had, even among these insanities. Hope, love, and charity abide. Tomorrow is another day. Another opportunity to build, educate, and create. On the horizon are opportunities to answer our most pressing and dangerous concerns. Good people will rise to the occasion and truth will be known. Every morning is a new awakening, every breath a ticket to the wondrous beauty of now. Good people are fighting for what is right, and good, and just. These atrocities are the unfortunate byproduct of unchecked free will. But what is good will abide and what is not will disappear as unnecessary. Like tails and appendixes we will outlive them. In the end what is good will survive. Understanding at long last that there is but one love and that we all must share it.

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