You like to slay your listeners with strings of facts put together in alien ways. Yet, when one really see what you deliver in total, it's empty of any meaning at all. It seeks to overwhelm with factoids, all united in the purpose of portraying a malevolent narrative in a manner that most will respond to with a resounding and immediate "huh??" And you count on that to somehow escape discovery. Whose going to bother putting together a sane, but deeply involved, narrative to counter bulls**t? Who wants to chit chat with a fanatic, when you come right down to it?
Embedded, and showing itself with some frequency, an intellectual arrogance, a smugness, and probably not a little trollish smile at times. A "nobody is more brilliant then me" bleeds through. You even mock IQ's, revealing your own self involvement in the process. And what do you deliver to compensate for this boorishness? Nothing. An exceedingly ugly narrative, food only for those who want, need, to infuse their understanding of the time and place in which they live with paranoid delusions. Conspiracies everywhere. Such an ugly and truthless narrative. Dis-ease. Bogus. Fake. Empty. Wild eyed fanatical. Best delivered on a street corner soapbox, "the end is nigh!" sign in hand, wild eyed while people pick up their pace. Have fun.
He's the drunk dude at the end of the bar everyone ignores. You should do the same.