Why shouldn't Alex Jones be able to say whatever he wants to say?
Freedom of Speech. What does that mean? Is it over? Did it ever really exist? You have Freedom of Speech but not on my platform. So Facebook and Youtube have morals now? There's a line they won't cross? Is it as simple as Alex finding another platform? I'm not sure how much he needs Youtube and Facebook. Is he interesting enough for us to search out after we stop running into his videos on Youtube?
I love that Alex has an opinion. I need him to have an opinion. We should all have an opinion. We should know what we believe and what we stand for. If someone asks you "What do you think?" please have an answer. Read more, listen more and watch the news for at least 20 minutes. Pay attention to what's going on in the world and try to see what's not being shown to you.
I haven't always agreed with Alex, but I did listen to him from time to time. I can still hear his voice in my head. It's a very distinct voice that caught my attention and caused me to tune in. Sometimes that same voice would irritate me and I could only take so much. I listened to be aware. I listened to hear another opinion in order to see a different reality. Alex could be wrong and he could be right. We know what it looks like on the surface...but what's really going on? Do we really want to know?
A few years ago, for a short while, I lived in a city near Cleveland that seemed perfect on the outside. It was just the right size with everything anyone could need. There was a sense of calm and tranquility that hung in the air. I loved it, but I knew it wasn't reality. I could drive a short distance and run right into the real world any day of the week. I knew I had to leave that place. I didn't want to stay. I didn't want to hide there, away from the truth, for the rest of my life...even though it crossed my mind.
I knew somebody was starving and hurting somewhere. Someone was being abused and tortured at the hands of others. I knew some were fighting hatred and racism even though the sun was shining. I couldn't see it, but I knew it existed, and I didn't want to forget. I didn't want to embrace the fantasy of the suburbs where things aren't always exactly as they seem.
Thank you Twitter for not falling under their spell.