Bankrupt ideas wrapped up in baroque prose
The flibbertigibbet JC Wilcox continues to carpet bomb us with the usual conspiratorial dross, presumably in the hope that rational readers will take it in. When he’s not apologising for Trump, that is.
He informs us: “While I do try to write intelligibly, it seems I am failing to be understood.” This is followed by the caveat: “It could be perhaps that some readers are influenced by their own preconceived ideas rather than what is written.”
Well, there’s a thing; first, the author of his own folly admits he may not be getting through to people who summarily dismiss this eyewash for what it is, then gets his excuse in early.
A few days ago some soul lauded JC for the apparent elegance of his prose, which I happen to agree with. But, the baroque prose stops when one tries to read between the lines, only to find a material vacuum.
JC’s flawed thesis relating to the Rothschilds had been comprehensively demolished in this column some time ago by another contributor, so I won’t labour the point. However, the highly selective and “flexible” interpretation of Rockefeller’s statements does make for an amusi
