Jim Keith on David Icke's new book
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David Icke is a well-known name in conspiracy writing these days, with a
dedicated following of people to whom he has confided the godawful truth about
this planet. This fact gives one pause to think, and says a lot about the
mentality of the current crop of TV-bred humans, for Icke's new book is a
classic at that odd edge of literature inhabited by people like Bill Cooper,
Commander X, Al Bielek, George Andrews, and a flock of others; folks who have a
decided talent for making money, but have to ask others to tie their shoes for
them. It is a huge, detailed, riotous excursion into bullgoose crackpot
conspiracy the likes of which hasn't been seen since Bill Cooper's magnum
crapus, Behold a Pale Horse. In other words, it is the biggest crock to be
foisted on the public in many moons -- and as such, for those interested in
what's going on in this weird conspiracy subculture, it is an absolute must
read.
Like many other unworthies who couldn't string together a grammatical
sentence for love nor money, yet somehow happened into the awful truth about
the alien invasion, Icke has found the key to churning out the wildest
conspiracy mongering this side of Richard Shaver. That is: Believe every
goddamn weird thing anybody, anywhere ever said. It's a sure-fire formula for
sales. Assume that Belleview is actually a secret repository of enlightened
avatars. Believe Bill Cooper, believe Cathy O'Brien and Mark Phillips, believe
Jason Bishop III, believe Phil Schnieder. Believe any and everybody who claims
that they ever went into an underground base and had a laser shoot-out with
bug-eyed aliens, participated in a ritual sacrifice with Hillary Clinton, or
saw George Bush transform into a Reptoid in the oval office.
Icke's main thesis in the book is that the world is being run by reptilian
extraterrestrials who suck human blood, and that people like Hillary Clinton,
Henry Kissinger, and the Queen of England are shape-changing reptiles from that
ancient cold-blooded family line. His proof? None, except for the occasional
wild rantings of the crayon-wielding crowd who attend his lectures and confess
that they too ran into somebody who turned into a reptile in WalMart one time.
Weirdly enough, in Icke's huge, crazy quilt 516-page book, there is quite a
bit of material that might be of use to the researcher, if you use tweezers.
Icke has, after all, cobbled together most all of the content of the last ten
years of conspiracy writing, mostly copping it as his own thoughts. As I read
through the book and ran across sections dealing with books I had read, I could
almost see the open book in Icke's lap while he paraphrased. At one point he
quotes me verbatim, without crediting me, but pass on, pass on. The real
trouble with the book is that he has no discrimination about what is plausible
and the tortured squawks of the straitjacket set.
The aptly-named Icke and his pinheaded followers are not going to like this
review. They're going to say that I'm an agent of the Secret Government.
They'll say that I'm deluded and won't find out until some alien is sucking my
blood in an underground base. They'll say I'm a member of a secret Scottish
Freemasonic bloodline bent on world domination. They might even say that I'm a
secret Reptoid myself. But I suppose there is a bit of truth in that last.
Books like Icke's do bring out my cold-blooded side.
Jim Keith
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