The Loser pictures them getting together with groups of their fellow guys (and the very occasional woman) who have different beliefs but stemming from the same source. A convention of groups who think the moon landing was faked, that fluoride in water is controlling us all, that 9/11 was an "inside job," that there are alien bodies and a vessel at Area 51, that Obama is a Kenyan-born Muslim, that the Holocaust never happened, that contrails are poisoning us, or that a virtual platoon of people shot JFK could meet in a large, open forum.
|There's more going on here than at first appears. There has to be.|
It'd be interesting to see. They'd all be standing there in little groups, all looking suspiciously at the other groups, only eating snacks that they brought there themselves because, hey, better safe than sorry, right?
Then they'd all get in their old cars (they're rarely successful enough to buy new) and hit the brakes a few times before hitting the road to make sure they haven't been tampered with. They'd drive home to their small, cramped, cluttered apartments where they live alone, like the Loser does.