You know, the people that used to do your job, newscasters, we now know probably Walter Concrite was corrupted. All those voices, all those names that you associate with truth and freedom, they were probably one way or another paid up, paid for stooges of a system. But in a moment when we see you, beloved Alex Jones, put your methylene blue thumb to your lips to blow an imaginary trumpet, we realize the world is a different place.