Alexander Jones and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very-Bad Day

Someone should consider Australia.

Elsewhere on Al Gore’s Green Internet, Le Mitre du Pape has opined that Alex Jones, he of the homosexual amphibians and George “Dubya” Bush being behind 9/11, has suggested that we should understand Jones as an emotivist whose words are more like performance art than an attempt to convey literal truth, and as such, Jones is ill-equipped to deal with the American court system, where we are often beholden to a (singular) concept of literal truth.

I do not find much to disagree with in Ken’s ultimate analysis that Jones bears responsibility for his words, even if conceives of himself as merely expressing an inchoate rage that the unlearned and unwell find palatable. I’ve written my own thoughts in another format that more-or-less encapsulates that. Jones preaches, Pied Piper-like, to a choir of the severely mentally ill and then disclaims any responsibility when the very-predictable result happens.

He makes this face, even if just for an instant.

But since this is my space to be as punctilious of an asshole as my betters will tolerate, I shall prick away at the ideas of language, truth, and meaning in courts.