Really, nothing suprises me anymore. Every day I feel like I am in an episode of the twillight zone / night gallery / or outer limits. If a naked 3 legged dwarf with a rainbow colored mohawk haircut and a yellow cape skipped down the street in front of me handing out flyers saying he was running for president, It would just be another day in America.
The story could be true, or a total lie. Chances are the truth lies somewhere in the middle. I am a bit leery of anything from infowars being the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. But, that's just me, a cynical olde phart.