If you go to my X account, RealAlexJones, we can pull up the video that I posted there today of people already going days before, I guess, into the football stadium where some of these NFL teams are about to play. And there's such a blizzard that they say, you're not even going to have assigned seats. Just sit wherever you can. And you say, what does this have to do with World War III? Good question. Well, there you got a father. Bad stuff. He thinks the most manly thing he can do and the most American thing he can do is dress his sons up in a football jersey and a tribal outfit and then go watch the game. It's an interesting start to the article. And I'm not saying he's a bad dad. My dad took me to football games when it was snowing. And I liked him. Think about your dad. He'd get me a hot dog and Coca-Cola and nachos and by the time I was about ten, you know, slipped me a beer. Shut up! He's a bad dad. He's a terrible dad. Drink a couple beers with dad. A couple beers. At ten? God damn, Texas is weird. But the point is, is that if you were driving to the football game and you... With your dad? Grandma just had a heart attack and is in the hospital, and she lives in your town. Would you still go to the game? Or how about you're driving home, and you hear your 15-year-old daughter was just in a car wreck five miles away. Would you still go to the game? You see, we're not going to turn this stuff around until we have priorities.