As far as cults go, having one based on intermittent rants and propping up distilleries, wouldn’t I fear compete with the man at the top of this page, his acolytes may not have the inherent viciousness that we possess, but their confidence in showing their teeth in perfect unison with a dead eyed mannequin shows a level of adoration I am unlikely to inspire, and If I did, would squander.
Far better to martyr me and build the cult on what you wanted me to stand for, rather than me popping up and saying, nope, that’s not what I meant.
The volumes of doggerel you have of mine at your disposal could be quote mined to fit the current zeitgeist.