QAnon Book Report: Hamlet

Aaron Meacham
2 min readJan 14, 2021

Q. Anon
Freshman English
January 6, 2021

William Shakespeare’s Hamlet and the Deep State

William Shakespeare wrote Hamlet around the year 1600, influenced in part by the death of his son, Hamnet. Misspellings matter! The play focuses on prince Hamlet of Denmark fighting corruption and terrorist forces, guided by the ghost of his murdered Patriot father, JFK. Hamlet is assisted at times by his loyal friend Horatio and even the soldier Marcellus, who notes that, “Something is rotten in the state of Denmark” (Shakespeare 1.4.95). DEEP STATE of Denmark? January 4, 1995: Newt Gingrich became Speaker of the House. Coincidence?

Prince Hamlet is forced to defend against attacks from all sides by a cabal of Danish elites. Polonius collecting bulk data? A puppet of the Establishment? Was Ophelia involved? Define ‘nunnery.’ Laertes’s ‘education’ secretly funded by the French?). Meanwhile, Fortinbras, the prince of Norway, leads an assault against Denmark (False flag operation? Distraction from the real threat within? Possible ANTIFA connections? Ever-cautious, Hamlet waits for the right time to strike. Next week?

Claudius, Hamlet’s uncle, is the puppet master king pulling all the strings, having killed the former king, Hamlet’s father. But Hamlet waits to be certain. The play’s the thing! Look for the Symbols! Hamlet’s mother, Queen Gertrude, may be connected to Claudius’s plot to kill the king. What did Gertrude know? And when? “The lady protests too much, methinks” (Shakespeare 3.2.218). March 2, 2018: Attack on French embassy in [Burkina Faso]. Cover for Laertes? There’s more going on than what Shakespeare lets on. What else isn’t he telling us?

King Claudius and Laertes conspire to kill Hamlet with a poisoned blade, but they are no match for the Justice of a True Patriot. We Will Remember!

Prince Fortinbras then conquers the shattered remains of a now-defenseless Denmark.

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Aaron Meacham

My name anagrams to “a man becomes.” I love movies and Kurt Vonnegut. I don’t understand how anagrams work.