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QAnon Faithful Setting Up a Permanent Vigil in Dealey Plaza for JFK Jr’s Return (Not Satire)

It doesn't get any more bizarre than this.

In what will probably be the weirdest thing we report on all month, we regret to inform you that the cadre of QAnon cultists who went to Dealey Plaza expecting to see President John F. Kennedy and his son — both long deceased — last week are setting up camp.

According to Vice News, the hopeful “are staying in the city and have begun discussing establishing a permanent base there where they could all live.” An area rapper known as Pryme Minister has even offered the use of a nearby property so the group can establish a home base.

The small group is led by Michael Brian Protzman, a rabid anti-Semite from Federal Way, Washington. After JFK and his son failed to appear last week at the appointed time, the group simply decided not to leave. And that’s were it got weird:

By way of “explanation” for this bizarre behavior, one follower posted a video online of the gathering:

Um, okay. Here it comes: The pyramid is a symbol of the Illuminati. That secretive (non-existent) group apparently places pyramids wherever they decide to assassinate someone.

There’s no way to properly describe the beliefs of QAnon followers without intricate, long-form examinations of the most insane stuff you’ve ever heard. Suffice it to say, Protzman herding the group into the shape of a Q in the Plaza later that day wasn’t even close to the strangest thing going on.

Back at the Dallas Hyatt Regency Hotel, Protzman addressed the group again, describing a Rolling Stones concert that he went to where it wasn’t actually the Stones, but rather Michael Jackson, Elvis, JFK Jr., Prince, and even Aaliyah in disguise performing the music.

We didn’t even know JFK Jr. played an instrument, honestly.

Some of the adherents have left Dallas, but all of them want to return. Through tears, one woman anguished:

I wish I was still [in Dallas]. I’m completely and totally all in. Be true, keep holding onto the truth, and you will find your way.

So I guess, welcome to Dallas now, weirdos.

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