Every single argument I've had with a QAnon has been like someone coming up to me and saying "There's a tyrannosaurus rex devastating downtown," and when I say, "OK, prove it," they take a little gecko out of their pocket and say "See?! Lizards ARE real. Checkmate, liberal scum!"

Please understand, none of this actually *surprises* me. Changing these peoples' minds has never been my goal, any more than I ever hoped I'd convince the anti-furry trolls to love us. The point is to watch how they *react* to the prodding and try to develop new tactics from it.

It's just the most goddamn exhausting sort of field work. It's the mental equivalent of standing hip-deep in a stagnant pond for hours, trying to catch slippery eel specimens with ungloved hands.

It's slimy, it's rashy, it's probably unhealthy, you get bitten a LOT, and after a while, you kinda find yourself wondering if you're really as clever as you think you are, when you're constantly getting outmaneuvered by creatures without forebrains.

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