I'm sure it looks that way for those with the Alex Jones mentality.
Bulldog reminds me of this guy that wanted to pay me to hook up his brand new entertainment buys like a new DVD player, video cassette player, television, stereo with surround sound with 4 speakers...tie them into his cable and program the remotes. This was back in the Fall of 1994 and that memory is still as vivid today as it was 24 years ago. Nice guy, he was divorced and his son (mid twenties) lived there. He umped softball games and that is how we met. After playing so many years at a particular ball park, you get to know the umps and score keepers. When he found out that I was in the electronics field, he said that would would gladly compensate me generously for my time...what the hell, right? He was about five minutes from where I lived so I agreed. His son was the only one there and when he answered the door, the smell of dog shit and urine hit me like a cloud of poisonous, noxious fumes. I stepped back off of the front step while fighting back the urge to puke and not winning the fight. I will admit..... I had this morbid curiosity as to what the hell was going on in there which I regretted later.
I would make a conservative estimate that they had 16, 17 dogs and not little ones either......and they were allowed to piss and shit anywhere they wanted. He looked at me confused because I was holding my breath until I went back outside ....waaaay outside...like on the sidewalk.
"What's wrong? Are you ok? Do you want to come in and get a drink of water?" That did it......I blew chunks and emptied the entire contents of my stomach as well as some bile. I didn't want to be mean and rude so I told him that it must have been something I ate and just hit me when I got to his home. I politely told him that I needed to get home and he nodded and said "No problem, let me know what your schedule is so I can plan to be here".....
That house should have been condemned as a health hazard not to just their next door neighbors, but the entire friggin' neighborhood....but this father/son duo had gotten so use to the filth and smell that they had developed a resistance to it and couldn't see how someone might react with a vomiting session. That father/son team and their resistance to the filth and odor is how the leftard clown posse members like Bulldog see MSM...they have become so accustomed to the filth and noxious odor of the filth that comes across their TV that they are totally oblivious as to how someone that has the ability for critical thinking could be as repulsed as I was the day I went to that house.