May 6, 2022:
She isn't actually going to help. She's only going to tell others what to do.
She's like Ken, "The Ideas Guy", who once told our study group — leaning back with hands behind head and feet on table — "He was a good partner. I had the ideas, he put them into practice. He was the labor guy, I was the ideas guy." Where the quality of his "ideas" was limited to repeating aspects of the past he'd found attractive at the time: "We should start a new New Left Review. Only, not as it is now. As it was back then, when it was good."
That's her role. She'd never dream of contributing labor. Or effort. Not even minimal gestures like putting a link on her Web site, or adding a note to one of her newsletter spams. It's moot anyway, with her pitiable pool of seven followers.
She sees it differently, of course. Because she imagines privileged access to esoteric information she feels entitled to issue directives. Exactly as any wannabe cult leader would do.
What would happen if these two wankers were marooned together on a desert isle? Which would be the first to die of resentment?