Jones Dances for Tucker

Suddenly jackbooted thugs raining down on major blue cities are okay—because “communism,” or whatever flavor of boogeyman Jones is peddling this week. The kind of communism he wouldn’t recognize if it bit him in the ass wearing a Che Guevara t-shirt and quoting Gramsci. Or maybe it’s okay because Letitia James allegedly fudged a mortgage application once? That’s the bar now?

Alex Jones: the perennial limited hangout. The man who once screamed about Rex 84 and FEMA camps like the sky was falling—remember that? National Guard rounding up “patriots,” internment camps for dissenters, the whole apocalyptic buffet. But now? If the boots are stomping on the “other” side of the aisle, suddenly it’s law and order, baby. Suddenly it’s justified.

Same with his social media purge. Media Matters defended it—said it wasn’t censorship, just companies refusing to profit off “crazy things.” So I guess if you’re right-wing, it’s fine, as long as the ledger balances in their favor. But no. It wasn’t fine. I didn’t celebrate it. Because it’s called consistency, Jones. You should try it sometime—though I suspect it’s harder to hawk supplements when your worldview isn’t a carnival of contradictions, fear-mongering, and selective outrage.