Here's the video of Alex Jones confronting CNN's @oliverdarcy – the reporter who lobbied YouTube & Facebook to shut down Infowars.
"You are incredibly shameful," Jones told Darcy, adding, "You are literally an anti-American, anti-free speech coward." pic.twitter.com/lvfQBibfbU
— Paul Joseph Watson (@PrisonPlanet) September 5, 2018
I don’t know whose house it was, but I’d been staying there for what seemed like days; not because I’d been evicted from my place or anything like that, but on good terms; when I suddenly noticed what looked like a macaw parrot in a cage on the floor. I don’t know if it was my first time realizing it was there or if seeing it reminded me it was there, but there it was; a thicker wider version of what may as well have been Toucan Sam. When it noticed me looking down at it in that little cage, it began squawking and fluttering about as if it was desperately trying to tell me something. “Awww,” I thought and probably said aloud, “It’s hungry.”
“Starving” may have actually been the word as I got the impression that it hadn’t eaten, or drank, in days. I don’t know what made me think that. Its behavior may have been because it simply wanted me to set it free from the cage and there may have been food pellets or at least a water bottle among the light clutter, what looked like toys and other things it could play with, in the cage. I figure I figured it hadn’t had food or water because I hadn’t seen it eat or drink since I’d been there. Everyone; I was there with at least a few other people; seemed to completely ignore it. Part of the reason for that is because it was so damn quiet. Well, until I approached it.
Though I wished I’d noticed it sooner, I’m glad I noticed it at all. And if no one else in the house, which could have actually been a large apartment, cared about it, I did and I wasn’t going to let it suffer. So I began looking for food. The room it was in seemed like the kitchen anyway and there was a loaf of bread on the table or counter top, but it was molded. So I walked around the place, at one point passing a room with a girl who looked like a cross between Dawn Robinson from En Vogue and YouTuber Tasha Green; with a more protuberant brow ridge, nose and lips; sitting on a bed, but she and everyone else said to just give it the moldy bread.
I wasn’t going to do that though. I considered the fact that birds typically have a stronger tolerance for fungi than humans and the bread may not have harmed it, but I didn’t want to take that chance. I just wanted to help the poor thing, especially when what at first seemed like a squawk became a pitiful yelp. I was convinced it was starving, and dehydrated, and I wasn’t going to do nothing about it. Neither was I going to feed it moldy bread. I was going to get it fresh water and good food, even if I had to go buy it. I’d made up my mind. Why do people have pets if they’re going to neglect them, I thought, as I prepared to go to the store.
2018 ( September 02 )
I had already walked pass my old high school or at least the student parking lot, where I imagined how much easier it would have been to get to and from school if I had a car, or at least a driver’s license, when I went there. There were feelings of nostalgia, but I didn’t stay around long for fear of being arrested for trespassing or something worse. There were plenty of teenage girls there, after all, and it seems I’m finding myself more and more living in a society in which a guy even looking at a girl from afar can be deemed sexual “harassment”. Besides, my main destination was the college, apparently Wayne State University, just up the street.
It took a matter of minutes to walk there from the high school and what an inviting scene it was. It was a warm spring or fall, maybe even summer, day; the weather was gorgeous or at least unassuming enough not to cause me any problems; and there were people, mostly students, many of them sexy young women, talking and walking about. It was fairly crowded, not only because of classes but in anticipation for what seemed to be some sort of social event, like some sort of big club party, starting later that day. I wanted to be there, if only to get video of it, but figured it would go on late into the night, which meant I didn’t want to be walking home in the dark.
With that in mind; and here’s the crazy part of the dream; I walked out from the campus area to the sidewalk near the main street, which seemed like Woodward Avenue, put my stuff (bags) down and bent down into a sitting position to see if I could “conjure” my car, which was at home, by closing my eyes and concentrating hard enough. I thought I had. But when I opened my eyes, I could see I was at home in bed; I think I looked up at my ceiling fan in real life; and could simply walk outside to my car and drive back to the school, which is what I prepared to do; I remember trying to remember whether or not I took a shower; before waking up for real.
2018 ( August 25 )