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I've followed the career of Alex Jones as long as I can remember. For as long as I've been listening to the radio and been interested in media, I remained fascinated by this wicked hatchet-man who railed against "the elites".

In a mediascape with a cult like obsession with the principles of civility and normalcy, there was something intoxicating and exciting about one who was seemingly unafraid of evoking the Bilderberg society, sneaking into Bohemian Grove, and telling stories of Obama and Hillary Clinton reeking of sulfur.

Regardless of my deep admiration of his natural, raw abilities in broadcasting, he taught me a more important lesson.

That the most dangerous people are those with the correct instinct, who can draw upon those dark psychic forces, and use them for evil. In his case, advocating for the concentration of power of the most wicked elements of our society.

This contradiction was highlighted with perfect clarity with his recent endorsement of Planatir's bid to create a national database for all Americans.

This is a distinctly anti-Jonsian ideal. I admit I felt betrayed watching someone who spent my entire life cutting their teeth against a Brave New World techno hellscape, bending his knee for the likes of Peter Thiel

I am embarrassed to admit that I am gripped by the fear of hyper surveillance, with the expansion of the carceral state and the national endorsement of gigaprisons like CECOT.

These are the types of antagonistic thoughts the dull the senses of all men and women worldwide, and in times like these I seek comfort in Eugene Debs great speech before he was himself imprisoned for his great deeds on behalf on the American worker.

"While there is a soul in prison, I am not free"

However, in this episode of extreme paranoia and beaten down morale, there is a a moment of levity, in the form of Elon Musk calling Donald Trump a pedophile in a fit of Ketamine induced hysteria.

We've all been there, but seeing it play out on the national stage, during this season, feels like a pressure release. Coinciding perfectly with the beginning of Summer break.

There is a shared energy between us and the youths riding their e bikes, wish fishing polls, looking for bizarre fishing spots in the middle of this hot city. A people united, yearning to breathe free.

I am in the passenger seat of Kats Honda Fit on a warm and windy night, careening southbound on the 5 freeway. I am calming her nerves while we steadily navigate ourselves into the heart of Hollywood. We are on the way to enter a mechanical bull riding competition. Red fireworks are going off in the distance. The minion watches over us like a Kilroy.

I am looking forward to invading this queer safe space with my cishet body. And plus, we're on this list.

There is much pain in the world, but not in the room.

God Bless You All, Jeff & Kat