by John H. Richardson
The times have created this man, this nexus of patriotism and fear. Depending on who you talk to, he is a plague on or a tonic to our discourse, and we should all be horrified or grateful.
Even now, Alex Jones can’t relax. Two weeks after he enraged the entire country by naming the U. S. government as Suspect No. 1 in the bloody slaughter at the Boston Marathon, the radio host and avatar of modern American paranoia is on vacation with his family in Hot Springs, Arkansas. He goes to museums with his kids, takes in the Romanesque baths, laments the decay of the grand old hotels that drew high rollers like Al Capone and Franklin Delano Roosevelt, hikes up hillsides steamy with the mist from the natural hot springs that bubble right out of the rocks. But everywhere he looks there are fresh assaults on the American way of life, on liberty itself, and the raging radio voice that transforms him from a gentle family man into a ranting prophet keeps taking demonic possession of his soul. I know they’re going to try to use whatever crisis unfolds, all the different special interests, to sell thousands of robots at millions of dollars apiece in big cities and small towns. They’re going to sell armored vehicles and surveillance and data mining. They’re going to use it to try to take freedom and offer this lie that the government’s there to protect you and CAN protect you, but A, it can’t protect you, and B, it doesn’t WANT to protect you. It’s just a complete fraud! Look at Katrina! Look at Hurricane Sandy! FEMA put up signs saying, “Closed this week for bad weather!” IT’S ALL A JOKE!
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