I'm sure
by now you're aware of who Alex Jones is. If not, he's kind of like a wrestler, if the WWE scriptwriters forced that wrestler to assume the persona of an extremely paranoid person every time he entered the ring. He seems to have mastered the debating technique of overwhelming you with such a torrent of falsehoods that you couldn't possibly address them all in real time.
"If you think hundreds of raped children and necrophilia is anything, that again is only the surface," he began, gently feeling his way into the swing of things.
"They might kill me for getting up here and telling you this, but they have been putting out cancer viruses – that’s why there are hundreds of new bizarre cancers that never existed. That’s why, 30 years ago – I've talked to medical doctors – doctors would fly across the country to see a child with cancer. Now I can walk out my front door and see children with cancer playing in the playground any time I go there, with their chemotherapy roach poison injectors hooked up to them!"
The crowd cheered.
"These cops. Every one of these cops. Within six years, 40 percent of them will have cancer."
The crowd laughed and cheered. Haha! Cancer.
"Seriously. By 2030, it'll be more like 70 percent, so these cops will remember when they're burying their young child of cancer and they'll say, 'Oh, this cancer never existed 20 years ago, but all the kids are getting it. Now, let's not discuss why it’s happening, let’s discuss donating money to find the cure.' It's like if Jack the Ripper was stabbing people and we looked for a way to heal them instead of finding Jack the Ripper!"
In case you didn't catch that, because it makes literally no sense, what Jones is essentially saying is: "Instead of giving money to cancer research to find out where new cancers come from and how to treat them, let's stop that and just continue accusing businessmen and politicians of wanting to invent new, impossibly inconspicuous ways to make our genes mutate."
He then led the crowd in a chant of, “We know you are killers!” Presumably this was aimed towards the Grove Hotel, a good 600 metres away.
Towards the end of the speech, a lone provocateur jumped up and began accusing Jones of being part of the New World Order himself, infuriating the loyal crowd, who yelled “Police! Arrest him!” The level of undetected irony in the air was suffocating me. I couldn't help but imagine the provocateur preaching to his own devoted legion of bedraggled conspiracy theorists: The Bilderberg Fringe Festival Fringe Festival.