Where Angels Fear
3 min readSep 9, 2020

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QotD

© Me 2020

Have they always been with us in these numbers and we’re only now noticing because the Interwebz means they can all get in touch with each other and share the same delusion, like some weird coming out ‘pride’ festival for Jung’s collective Id? Or is the human race simply sliding inexorably into an idiocracy as prophesied?

This is a ̶ ̶j̶o̶b̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶S̶u̶p̶e̶r̶m̶a̶n̶ Q_uestion for Gutbloom — if anyone knows, it’ll be him.

I ask because my browser is becoming increasingly weird and I fear that soon I won’t be able to tell what’s real and what isn’t any more.

I mean … I forget what I was looking for when this turned up (it wasn’t anything remotely like that) but there it was, in my search results nevertheless.

So, you’re browsing around looking for something completely unrelated when you see something like this in your search results and you think to yourself “Nah … just more batshit insane Trump worshipping QAnon cargo cult BS” ¹ .

But you investigate it anyway … because you wanna know

  1. what really happened
  2. where the rumour started and how it got legs

Only, you’re not sure you trust Wikipedia when it tells you the story is true, because alt-rightards have probably been editing it — look at it … it reads like a 1960s ̶B̶-̶m̶o̶v̶i̶e̶ Z-movie plot based on a discarded draft of a short story even L. Ron Hubbard deemed too implausible.

So, you check RationalWiki.

And it turns out the batshit crazy nonsense is actually true!

Seriously … something needs to be done about QAnon before I stop believing anything any more because everything in my browser sounds like the ravings of the completely and utterly f**king insane crazies you see ranting to themselves on the street ².

Hey ho … where was I anyway?

‘Hot Girl Goes Pee Pee On Date’

WHAT!!?

WtF has that got to do with quinoa?

Or even QAnon!?

Somebody, please …

HEEEELP … MEEEE … !!!


¹ Seriously …

What’s he supposed to do for you?
He’s not YOUR president!!!

² À propos which, do you think you could stop holding conversations by Bluetooth/earbuds/throat-mic’, people? ³ It used to be I could tell whom to avoid on the street/bus/train/Tube because they were muttering to themselves. Now I can’t tell you apart any more.

Althooough … maybe the Universe is trying to tell me something .

³ Yes, I know I do it too, but that‘s different:

  1. I’m clearly not a crazy — I don’t look like the rest of you.
  2. I have special dispensation — I’m a hypocrite (so it’s alright for me do it).

⁴ It’s wasting its time, if it is — I already knew that.

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Where Angels Fear

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.