What we make of ourselves…

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I see Alex Jones as the human embodiment, or manifestation, of Spam.

Spam– packed meat.

Spam– a bit of a ham, too much “basic building block of life” a.k.a. fat, in a time when we supposedly could use a lot less flab– or flubber.

Spam, as packed meat, is, nevertheless, meat. Meat! Yum Yum.

Affordable meat, for the masses.

The masses themselves, delved through a coffee– and meat– grinder. You know she’s good meat, if you could find ‘er.

If I am against Spam, why am I not against sausage? Spam is a subset of sausage, as we learned about set theory, when we were in, as early as, Fourth Grade.

We know about the daily grind– all of us. That was mainly us, facing the grindstone, our faces taking a grinding, until our faces were ground off, made into coffee, mixed with brimstone,

Brimstone is, indeed, factually, figuratively, literally, a non-dairy creamer.

I see Alex Jones is a nondairy creamer, thus a clown. He loves himself some DJT, also a clown. Makes some sense as an Idiocracy, but blow me down, grind me to dust, swallow me by a whale, as Jonah, or lose my leg, as Ahab, by “Great White Whale” or “Great White Hope” but democracy must not fail. Democracy is not idiocracy.

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