Children of death?

Fetid, filthy, pus-filled cup? Your goblet of death? Green Hitler? Children of death?

Mixed metaphors, anyone?

Yes, there’s a reason why the occasional Alex Jones rant amuses me. It shouldn’t, but it does. On the other hand, the fact that he has quite a fan base for his short wave radio show, his websites, his Internet videos, and his podcasts is rather disturbing to me. Still, there is entertainment value to be had:

I particularly like the exceedingly pregnant dramatic pauses he uses.

You know, come to think of it, I just noticed something. Take Glenn Beck, take away his charts and turn him up to 11–no, 20–and you have Alex Jones. It’s a difference in degree, not kind.