You simply have to laugh at some of the haters

The backstory: I ended a friendship many years ago that was essentially dead in the water due to its being entirely one way—from me to my former friend. She knows my brothers (we grew up together from about the time I was 13 on), and used to see them occasionally and talk to them and ask after me. I pretty much lost contact, and didn’t try to re-establish it, because, well, we’re over.

So imagine my surprise when my brother Eric tells me that he got some kind of news article from MJ about the current war in Israel. Curious, I asked him to forward it to me. Turns out it was a newsletter from David (oh-so-perfectly-named) Icke, a well-known British nutjob and anti-Semite. Except he doesn’t seem to be that well-known; I’ve never heard of him before tonight. A quick Google search, and here’s what I found. Please put down your drinks, and finish chewing that sandwich or snack.

David Vaughan Icke, pronounced /aɪk/ (born April 29, 1952) is a former professional football player, reporter, television sports presenter, and British Green Party national spokesperson. Since 1990, he has been what he calls a “full-time investigator into who and what is really controlling the world.” [1]

The Green Party distanced itself from him in 1991 after he announced that he was “the son of God,” [2] (video) and a “channel for the Christ spirit.” [3] He began to dress only in turquoise and maintained that the world was ruled by a secret group called the “Global Elite”, or “Illuminati”, which he linked to The Protocols of the Elders of Zion, an anti-Semitic tract. [4] [5] In 1999, he published The Biggest Secret, in which he wrote that the secret world government consists of a race of reptilian humanoids known as the Babylonian Brotherhood, and that many prominent figures are, in fact, reptilian, including George W. Bush, Queen Elizabeth II, Kris Kristofferson, and Boxcar Willie. [4]

Okay, I get the George W. Bush reference, and the QEII reference, but I am simply stumped that Kris Kristofferson and Boxcar Willie are lizards. I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess that Icke doesn’t like country music. Or maybe he saw the Barbra Streisand/Kris Kristofferson version of “A Star is Born” and realized that man simply couldn’t be human.

Of course, Icky gets into the Jew-hatred pretty early on, blahblahblah Rothschilds, blahblahblah Illuminati, blahblahblah Zionists, and effyouverymuch, too, Icky-poo, but hey—he knows what he’s talking about, because he is [use dramatic voice here] The Son Of God.

I’m surprised he doesn’t pretend to be the Big Guy Himself, but then, perhaps Icky-poo feels that might be stretching our willing suspension of disbelief a tad too far.

In any case: MJ was always a sucker for stupid things. She’s the one that bugged and bugged and bugged me until I tried Transcendental Meditation (click here for my most recent views of that vaccuum of time I could have spent doing other things), and went into a host of other things that I refused to follow her into (I can only suspend my disbelief so far, and MJ, well, let’s just say “credulous” is a pretty good description of her intuitive powers). It’s part of why we’re not longer friends. She believes all things paranormal, I believe only in Gd.

What I cannot believe is that she has become an anti-Semite. I choose instead to believe that, true to form, she is utterly clueless about the depths of depravity and bile that Icky-poo is spreading.

In the meantime, I don’t think she’ll be sending my brother any more emails from Icky-poo. He cut and pasted the Wikipedia entry into his response and asked if she had known about Icky’s proclivities towards the, uh, insane.

You know, psychiatry really needs to do a study on paranoids and their relation to anti-Semitism. Maybe they could develop a drug that would help us rid the world of the worst of them.