Paul Joseph Watson
March 2, 2011
Rolling Stone’s profile of Alex Jones is a largely positive and accurate exploration of Jones’ personal history and the factors that continue to drive and motivate his work today. However, in attempting to denigrate Jones’ political stance, the piece oversimplifies several issues in an effort to dismiss his concerns as “paranoid” exaggerations.
One such example is where the author, Alexander Zaitchik, confines the whole subject of population control and eugenics into his personal interpretation of a “Henry Kissinger memo,” presumably referring to National Security Memorandum 200, in which Kissinger outlines the plan to use food scarcity as a weapon in order to achieve population reduction in lesser-developed countries.
Despite the fact that the memo directly states Kissinger’s goal to use food as a weapon in the interests of “curbing the numbers of LDC people,” (lesser-developed countries), Zaitchik defines this as “little more than government officials beginning to grapple with the strategic implications of runaway population growth.”
In actual fact, as we have exhaustively proven, the population reduction agenda is deeply rooted in the eugenics movement which began amongst the aristocracy in 19th century Britain and later manifested itself under the banner of Hitler’s Third Reich. As is documented in Alex Jones’ seminal film Endgame, Rockefeller’s father, John D. Rockefeller, exported eugenics to Germany from its origins in Britain by bankrolling the Kaiser Wilhelm Institute which later would form a central pillar in the Third Reich’s ideology of the Nazi super race.
After falling out of favor as a consequence of Hitler’s embrace of the pseudo-science, eugenics was then reborn in the United States in the 1950′s under the umbrella of “family planning”.
All this is documented in our article, The Population Reduction Agenda For Dummies.
Despite such oversights, the Rolling Stone Magazine profile is a generally good insight into Alex’s personal character and how he sees his own role in standing up against tyranny.
“My life is a love letter to humanity. What the globalists do is a hate letter, a curse.”
Read excerpts from the article below and click on the link for the full piece.
Talk Radio’s Alex Jones, the Most Paranoid Man in America
Rolling Stone Magazine
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
It’s just past 9 a.m. when Alex Jones pulls his Dodge Charger into a desolate parking lot in Austin. From the outside, the squat, single-story office complex that Jones calls his “command center” resembles a moon base surrounded by fields of dying grass. But inside, blinking banks of high-tech recording gear fill the studio where he broadcasts The Alex Jones Show, a daily talk show that airs on 63 stations nationwide. Jones draws a bigger audience online than Rush Limbaugh and Glenn Beck combined — and his conspiracy-laced rants make the two hosts sound like tea-sipping NPR hosts on Zoloft.
Jones has been yelling into microphones and bullhorns more or less continuously, and often at violent volumes, for the past 16 years. Since launching his broadcast career, he has become a multiplatform prophet of paranoia who sees diabolical plots in every turn of the news cycle. In his Manichaean melodrama, nodes of private and state power share an ugly face and a demonic brain intent on a single, shared goal: creating the New World Order. To Jones, the New World Order is a blanketing presence, a wicked beast for which he has endless pet names: the “demonic high-tech tyranny” or the “absurdist 1984 regime of control-freak sadists.” Jones, who loves to draw analogies to sci-fi classics like Dune and Star Wars, sees the 21st century as a kind of fanboy-fantasy landscape populated by three groups: a rebel alliance of liberty-loving patriots (his fans); masses of consumerist sheep (those who ignore him); and a sadistic elite (global bankers and their agents), forever tightening the screws on the imperiled remnants of human freedom.
For such an angry guy, the barrel-chested Jones is a surprisingly jolly presence. Off-air, his gravel-pit voice softens to crack jokes with his young staff, dote on his wife and three kids, and take chatty calls from his 86-year-old grandmother. Jones is always talking about how boring and conventional his life is. He attends a Methodist church on Sunday, blushes at profanity and likes to take his family hiking on the 193 miles of trails that crisscross Austin. Any rage left over from his show appears reserved for the black Dodge Charger he guns down Austin’s highways, 450-horsepower engine roaring, speakers pumping old-school rap, heavy metal and classic country.
“People think I’m depressive and angry, but it’s the opposite,” Jones tells me over margaritas at his favorite Mexican joint. “My life is a love letter to humanity. What the globalists do is a hate letter, a curse.”
It was in high school that Jones discovered a corrupt, Blue Velvet underbelly to his town. At weekend parties, he watched as off-duty cops dealt pot, Ecstasy and cocaine to his friends. “A truck would appear, sometimes with a guy still in uniform inside,” Jones recalls. “Then, on Monday, they’d have D.A.R.E. and drug-test us for football.” Jones, a young varsity lineman, did not appreciate the irony. “I was like, ‘You want to drug-test me, when I know you’re selling the stuff?’ I called them the mafia to their face. At the time, I didn’t know anything about CIA drug-dealing.”
This article was posted: Wednesday, March 2, 2011 at 11:22 am