Lew Rockwell, Pod Person
Some of us can recall seeing The Invasion of the Body Snatchers in a movie theater. I mean the real one, with Kevin McCarthy, not the knock-off with Donald Sutherland.
Somehow, the pods arrived from outer space. They were cocoons. Then they morphed into people look-alikes. Then the real people disappeared. It was kind of like this.
Today, it is very different. Pod people are not like the ones in The Invasion of the Body Snatchers, who showed no emotion. The ones in the movie never laughed. It would be like Murray Rothbard, but with no cackle. You would have known it was a fake within two minutes. "You're not Murray. What have you done with Murray?" Or like Burt Blumert, but with no jokes.
Pod people today are on the World Wide Web. They interview people. Sometimes, they ramble on and on about things that nobody except them care about. They are under no time limits.
They cannot be stopped.
There are good pod people. There are not-so-good pod people. But this much we know: they never stop. Like the people in The Invasion of the Body Snatchers, they keep coming.
That's why something is fishy. Lew Rockwell's podcast has stopped.
It's gone.
There is no trace.
How can this be? How can the man who knows all of the really big-name anarchists, those conspiracy theorists who have footnotes, and skeptics about every headline, simply have disappeared? No warning. No ransom note. Now you hear him. Now you don't.
No more MP3's on the way to work, hearing about the latest skullduggery. No more 20-minute interviews with hopeful authors, where we got the basic story, but without having to buy a $24.95 book.
Has Lew Rockwell been replaced by a pod-nonperson? By someone who says this? "There's nothing to hear here. Move along."
Who's next?