Civility Culprit Alex Jones — Domiciled In The Capital Of Texas

Alex Jones is backing off of Trump, who has ruined his life with his garish selfishness; in fact, soon you will hear him admit that we was deceived* to have ever supported this charlatan draped in linen.

Trump is Trump for all the wrong reasons (they are written on the side of his aircraft, and on the face of his tower); he does not know God, and has no trace of any Holy Spirit. He surrounds himself with agents of his own personality downside, engaging them to do that which Trump cannot do for himself: Tell the truth—or alternatively—to commit crimes and overreaches in his own name, or in the sight of a camera or court recorder.

For all his good points, which are few, Donald Trump is never to be trusted. This is made sterling by his trademark calling of others names. He names those who will not carry his water, over and over and over again, all of those dastardly terms as one would reserve for the delight of the devil. If Trump had to name a man of the cloth, he would probably call him toilet paper—and chuckle at him all the way to the outhouse.

Up until the time of Trump, Alex Jones's most poignant strength was his political agnosticism, a trait he was born into by horns of a Libertarian claw. The latter label has since left his vocabulary, except in his deepest yearning to enjoy all of the magnificent rites of his past.

As the backbenchers of English class would say, "Go Figure!"

The best thing Alex Jones could do is to enter the 2024 Election as a candidate for President under the Libertarian Party. He would certainly capture 25% of the vote—not as a King Maker by compromise—but by the safe handing of the future for those who would entrust him with the true intention of their vote.

The above adventure is not a reward, but a punishment, for being so deceived. This man has no more desire to run America than Alexander The Great to shine shoes!. And, as we know, neither did either.

* -- A deception in the court of Roger Stone—a political handler—who was too timid to tell Donald Trump a "Washington Overthrow" would never work; while distancing himself from one, and sealing the attendance and orchestration of the thing's leadership—all from the distance of a stone's throw. But not so far he could claim title to it, if it had any good points, went he in his Lord Baltimore hiding. Up until the Friday before the thing went down, Roger Stone was up to his gills into the setting aside of the election—as long as he could leverage the gravitas of the electors to carry it out.

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