The Q plan is very simple...
The DeepState Cabal has been working for centuries to curate the minds of people like a crop -- growing sentiment towards their goals with each and every generation. They are like hunters in the woods having set up an ambitious trap which would capture an entire flock with one fell swoop.
Years of blood, sweat, and tears (mostly our own) went into their master scheme. Their matrix to capture the minds of The People was unlike any other machine in history.
Yet...
It has the same glaring flaw that every other trap suffers from.
All it takes is one noise at just the right time to spoil the efforts.
That's the simplicity of Q's "grand" plan -- just raise some noise at the worst possible time for the Cabal, and the whole thing falls apart before their eyes. Right as the Cabal had us in their sights, some jackass with a ladle and pot starts bashing away singing a chorus of "Nothing Can Stop What Is Coming!" and "The Best is Yet to Come!"
Can you imagine just how pissed off they'd be? How irrational they'd get? How crazed they'd be seeing their well-laid trap go up in flames?
That lovable jackass is none other than our favorite President, Donald J. Trump. God chose him not because he was the President we wanted, but because he was the President we needed. The President who could get the job done, like none other. His hysterical buffoonery cost them 4 years of the Plandemic of endless lockdowns leading into a Digital Control State through the "vaccines" which they now have to squeeze into Biden's timeline.
Not to mention the possibility of U1 leading to WW3 with Russia...
They never thought she would lose. Just as they never thought all those years of planning; all those lives taken; all those dreams stolen; all those years of effort would just vanish as soon as that mean orange man came down the escalator.
That's the simple Plan™. Just sneeze at the right time. Scare the deer away. Startle the flock. Push the pot over and alert the guards.
What pisses the DeepState off the most is just how effective it is; just how little it costs to post some mean tweets and have some tinfoil miners spot how Q would post shorty before Trump over and over and over again...
Trump led us to Q. Q led us down the rabbit hole, asking questions which begged answers. Questions of whom is actually running the world. Questions of why we do those strange and illogical things we do just because it's the "popular" thing. Questions of authority and just who is behind this grand narrative which corrals us towards the slaughter house, one hoof beat at a time.
The Sheep became Frogs, and in short order we all start leaping out of the boiling pot.
It doesn't need to be any more or less complicated than that.
Q's plan nothing other than to disrupt the harvest; to put a spot light on the con men and cheaters. In their desperation to execute their scheme on schedule, they only make more noise, draw more attention to the snares and spike pits, and the smell of sweat as they see their record-setting buck disappear over the horizon. All they had to do is admit the jig is up and not panic. Then reset the trap and try again later.
They got impatient.
Why? Why did they lose their nerve?
Because a Mean Orange Man kept pushing their buttons. It wasn't enough to just make a noise; you have to make the right noise at the right time. Even so, just a light push in the right spot, then the pot falls over and the game starts running for the hills.
It's not much, but it's enough.
Well said, fren.