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It's happening again.

Marjorie Taylor Greene is having a bad month.  First that little bitch Boebert stole her impeachment idea and tried to get in front of her, claiming to be on a mission from God.  (Elwood Blues on line one!)  Now her television is spying on her.  "...the television turned on by itself and the screen showed someone's laptop trying to connect to the TV."  Her tweet -- whoa, no Truth Social? -- linked to a CBS News story, "Your smart TV might be spying on you, FBI warns."  Marge is so rattled, she is citing both the lying liberal media and the FBI as authorities, and she hates the one and wants to defund the other.  This is big, people.

Lest anyone question her health she goes on, "Just for the record:  I'm very happy.  I'm also very healthy and eat well and exercise a lot.  I don't smoke and never have.  I don't take any medications.  I am not vaccinated.  So I'm not concerned about blood clots, heart conditions, strokes, or anything else.  Nor do I have anything to hide..."  This has taken a strange turn.  No one said she was hallucinating.  I know nothing of modern "smart" TVs but I understand they can interface with computers, so you can watch Succession on the big screen if that's your idea of a good time.   Perhaps a neighbor was trying to do so and punched in the wrong code.  It's too soon to panic.

Ah, but many people are saying that microwaves spied on Trump Tower in 2016, which is why Trump lost...well, anyway, millions of votes were changed by Italian computers accessed by Rothschild space lasers...I can't remember all the details now, and I think they kept changing.  For sure, the CIA is out to get Robert Kennedy, Jr., just as it got his father and Uncle Jack and rigged Uncle Ted's car to go off that bridge.  (No?  Too far?)  They're after him because he's such a threat to someone.  With Trump peddling our nuclear secrets all over the world, the Company has nothing better to do.

Paranoia has replaced covid as the pandemic of our time.  Conspiracy lurks in every corner of the internet.  No one with even a tangential connection to the Clintons has ever died the way they want you to think, from Vincent Foster to Socks the cat.  Crackpot theories from "Who killed Jimi Hendrix?" all the way back to the twelfth century Blood Libel are reanimated and recirculated hourly.  For instance:

Marsha "Aliens Stole My Hairbrush" Blackburn is certain that the announcement of the Titan implosion was delayed until Thursday to distract from the news about Hunter Biden's guilty plea on some trivial tax and gun charges.

Alex Jones reveals an assassination plot against Trump.  What's more, Trump knows all about it and is "ready to die" in the probable bombing of Trump Farce One, his beloved plane.  Or the deep state will make it look like a heart attack.  Or something.  Maybe ricin in his golf gloves.  Who knows?

"We gave Putin no excuse...to blame this [the Wagner mutiny] on the West," said Joe Biden.  If Putin doesn't, Tucker Carlson will.

I get it.  A world run by shadowy, sinister forces is still a world run by somebody, not the random chaos we live with.  This is why gods were invented.  People need certainty, even if it enrages them.  The internet has only made it worse.  It was just sitting there, waiting for some stoner to invent QAnon.  And so here we are.