Renowned snake-oil salesman and Trump cheerleader, Alex Jones, has been the leader of a resurgent fascism. Trump loves him and his little media fiefdom. Brainwashed reich-wingers, the uneducated strand, repeat his lies routinely.
I’ve been trolling Jones’ Facebook page since 2016, keeping track of the myriad false conspiracy theories, daily libels and slanders. I reminded his drooling hordes how Jones’ lawyer admitted in court that he’s a “performance artist,” not a journalist. His own editor, Kurt Nimmo, accused Jones of playing the racist card for profit.
Well, the Nazi-level negativity over there has worn me down. I want to go a day without seeing Alex fucking Jones, his British butt boy Paul Joseph Watson, or the gaggle of little sniveling Hitler Youth he’s grooming to become the next Junior Goebbels.
It’s a sick, demented little world of fake Christian gun nut assholes who are impervious to facts and logic. Fuck them all.
I can’t be bothered hounding him anymore. Words are useless. They need to be removed from power.
I have a life to live. America will have to step up, or not.
