It is now obvious that Q Anon is not real. I knew all along that it was a bold theory and probably wishful thinking, but enjoyed every minute of it nonetheless. I do not come from a broken home but can imagine that a Q Anon story of green frogmen saving the day might be analogous to a child’s belief that their deadbeat dad was really a good guy waiting in the wings to show up and save mom and the rest of us from poverty and misery. Or a childhood fantasy such as a dad in a shiny new BMW pulling up to the curb, paying the debt collectors, sending them on their way, and loving us, and protecting us as a good dad should. Make no mistake about it, I am one of those millions of guys willing to holler “we love you” at a Trump rally. He …