While on the campaign trail last month, former Texas gubernatorial hopeful Debra Medina stepped into a Nine-eleven trap. Alex Jones offered to save her. Apparently Medina's response fell short of Jones' expectations because he cut her loose. Jack Blood swooped in with a wind of outrage against Jones. Blood accused Jones of such things as not reading his sourced material, allowing staff to pen his autograph, going to a strip club, being a drunk looking for a fight, and smoking pot. That last one makes me smirk as I think back to the Seventies and imagine someone trying to roll joints fast enough to get Jones mellow.
As easily as Blood could excuse Medina's interview blunders as acts of political naivete, one could excuse Jones' business activities as acts of administrative recklessness. As for Jones' partying habits, Blood admits smoking pot with Jones which cancels out that accusation and poises the strip club and drinking for a similar fate. This leaves Jones' itching for a fight when drunk but anyone with a couple of years of adult socialization behind them might predict that development. The whole thing was distorted and blown out of proportion by the Blood camp. Jones is quiet at the moment but an eruption is expected at some point after the feathers have been cleaned up at the Jones' home.
This is just another one of those petty competitions that flair up between corruption criers; not long ago it was Rense v. Camelot and before that Jones v. Rense. What the alt big cats fail to realize is that - as in the instance of Blood v. Jones - their accusations against one other usually cancel themselves out. Accuser and accused both end up in tattered rags. Their followers become paranoid loud-mouthed bullies in the blog yard. Certainly It is possible that one of the popular alternative blog heroes will turn out to be a mercenary triple counteragent, royal jesuit jewish persian and former hypnotist with the traveling circus. A more likely find is a charismatically communicative person with a cause and air-time acquisition talents who develops an audience that grows by word-of-link. Once organized, incorporated or otherwise registered with the big leagues, then the games begin.
Guess who gets to be the pawns?
As easily as Blood could excuse Medina's interview blunders as acts of political naivete, one could excuse Jones' business activities as acts of administrative recklessness. As for Jones' partying habits, Blood admits smoking pot with Jones which cancels out that accusation and poises the strip club and drinking for a similar fate. This leaves Jones' itching for a fight when drunk but anyone with a couple of years of adult socialization behind them might predict that development. The whole thing was distorted and blown out of proportion by the Blood camp. Jones is quiet at the moment but an eruption is expected at some point after the feathers have been cleaned up at the Jones' home.
This is just another one of those petty competitions that flair up between corruption criers; not long ago it was Rense v. Camelot and before that Jones v. Rense. What the alt big cats fail to realize is that - as in the instance of Blood v. Jones - their accusations against one other usually cancel themselves out. Accuser and accused both end up in tattered rags. Their followers become paranoid loud-mouthed bullies in the blog yard. Certainly It is possible that one of the popular alternative blog heroes will turn out to be a mercenary triple counteragent, royal jesuit jewish persian and former hypnotist with the traveling circus. A more likely find is a charismatically communicative person with a cause and air-time acquisition talents who develops an audience that grows by word-of-link. Once organized, incorporated or otherwise registered with the big leagues, then the games begin.
Guess who gets to be the pawns?
