Alex Jones
The Great American Moron has a new savior…
Is he recommending gold yet?
How about survival food stocks?
I know it’s wrong to descend to his (God, Guns, Bitterness) level, but I imagine myself kicking Alex Jones’ fat, dough-boy head until the skull cracks--like a giant, ripened pistachio--just to see the throbbing rot, cancer, disease and abomination that has (so obviously) replaced its brain.