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This runs along the lines of the great Q-anon thing, having a very good friend of mine finally call me blind to the breadcrumbs thing. He was actually disgusted with me that I wouldn't admit he was right. And there's the crux of the matter: not that I wouldn't believe the Q-anon stuff, but that I would not believe...him. All this Bigfoot/Q-anon yadayada is all focused upon the teller of the tale, it becomes...personal, as if the telling of the tale validates the very existence and purpose of the one telling it. My friend went to the grave believing that he was right, and Mrs. Obama was really a man.

Oh, by the way, as far as I can be sure, he was a Christian, who sang with me while I lead worship. Just me and my Taylor acoustic and his great lower tenor voice, it was glorious. I miss him.

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