The restrooms were nice, pleasant lighting and large stalls made for a surprisingly comfortable experience.

I was grateful for it.

As I sat there, I couldn't keep my brain from tilting back into the same thought I'd been mulling over for weeks.

How the fuck was I going to play this?

At first I'd considered going as a moderately red-pilled man, someone who was maybe open to the idea of QAnon,

and hoping to be further piled at the rally.

But then why was I recording? It was fishy. It would be tough to pull one over on the Anons.

I decided the move was to return to my roots and attend the rally as a fully red-pilled man,

one who was carefully documenting every element of the great awakening so as to avoid being memory-hold when QAnon turned out to be real.

It was just stupid enough to work. My name would be John Kevin, a combination of my two friends names,

which I thought would be funny later if they ever heard the episode.

I ended up bungling this immediately as you'll see in a moment.

I emerged from the bathroom with a confidence of a man who knew his stomach would be good for at least a couple hours.

With the buildings I could see the merch tents lining the park, it was real. We were here,

and we were going to capture the whole thing. It was at this exact moment I switched on my recorder,

checked my levels, and began recording.

You are now listening to the Rockettansky Files.

And we're recording, walking to the Q-Rally, right fucking now, bitches. Let's go.

It's your boy, J. Rockettansky, going undercover as a fully red-pilled man.

Let's see how it works. I've got a couple backstories, a couple aliases.

Let's see how many of them I remember.

Almost immediately I ran into QAnon people.

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