I never thought I was a conspiracy nut but from what I’ve been told it looks like I am. Who knew?
Personally, I don’t think I’m a nut. I see myself as an incredibly rational person that has healthy doubts and takes nothing at face value. Cynical? Perhaps, but I prefer proof. Call me crazy but facts are kind of important to me. Does that make me crazy?
Here’s why I ask. Recently I had a conversation with someone who suggested I may be crazy because of my doubts regarding the perceived reality behind the 9/11 attack.
It all started innocently enough with a discussion about the NSA recording anything and everything and what happens to all of that information. His attitude was who cares, if I don’t have anything to hide, if I’m not doing anything wrong than why should I care or worry. Makes sense I suppose, in a kind of naive and childlike way. Since I don’t trust any government, especially one that seems to be full of idiots and religious extremists, ours, I get a little scared about the possibilities of shit going wrong if some professional politician or rich white man needs to further his secret agenda. It doesn’t matter if I’ve done anything wrong or not, if I or any of us can be of use to them, then off we go never to be heard from again. Or worse, what if one of these idiots makes a mistake? Our government making a mistake and arresting or killing an innocent person? Insane you say? Sure, but it could happen right? And the really scary part is that it would all be legal. Well, he thought that was just crazy paranoid talk. As if I didn’t sound loopy enough already I went the next step and admitted that I believe our government was somehow involved with 9/11. That comment broke the camel’s back, it put them right over the top. I was crazy, a conspiracy theory nutjob, ready for the asylum. No doubt about it, I had gone over the deep end.
Why, oh why, does everybody think that every conspiracy theory is the work of lunatics, especially when they make sense? Is it just too outrageous to consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe a government, our government or some of our government has their own agenda? It’s not like we’re a bunch of saints here, we never have been. We did kill off most of the Native Americans in disgusting and horrifying ways, including giving them, adults and children alike, blankets laced with small pox. We also lied about the reasons we entered the Vietnam War. So why is it so hard to believe that we would sacrifice a few of our own to gain what the nut jobs in power felt this country needed?
To argue my point I asked him to go way out on a limb, to pretend that he had fallen asleep in the very early 1930’s and woke up in the 1950’s. If I said to him that while he was asleep, one man, a failed and miserable little artist from a bankrupt country, rose to power and convinced his entire nation that a certain group of people needed to be exterminated and soon after successfully murdered six million people. Would he say I was crazy, a conspiracy nut job? And yet it happened. Six million people dead and an entire nation went along for the ride. So why is the idea that one man, a president could have been assassinated so hard to believe, because he was the president, is that what makes it hard to swallow? Or that his own government may have done it? Or is the idea that it’s been kept a secret for so long, that nobody has come out to tell the truth? Somebody would have exposed the truth by now, right? Doubtful. After you watch a president have his brains blown out of his head and all over his wife you are probably less inclined to open up about your doubts and insecurities. Your moral turmoil gets settled awfully fast. You play the game and die peacefully in bed is probably what most people would think. Hell, I don’t know what happened in Dallas but I do know that nothing in that story feels right. And after I watched the towers free fall on 9/11 I thought long and hard about just how expertly they came down, especially when building seven, the one not hit by a plane, fell the exact same way. It just didn’t make sense. My bullshit alarm rang quietly that day but a year later became a deafening roar when Bush announced that we urgently needed to go into Iraq. It was all Bin Laden, Bin Laden, Bin Laden and then suddenly we’re invading Iraq. And now that’s it’s been proven that all of their excuses for going to war in Iraq were bold-faced lies it makes me question the events and how they transpired that much more. I’ll be very clear, I have no idea who or what was responsible for 9/11 but the “official” stories that I was told sound an awful lot like bullshit to me, horribly fabricated, desperate steaming bullshit a.k.a. lies.
I was right there with everyone after 9/11. I wanted heads on pikes. I screamed for vengeance and blood. It was several years later, after all the hate and venom had passed when I saw the footage again, when I noticed all the elements that just didn’t add up, the strange shaped hole in the pentagon, the lack of debris on the ground in Pennsylvania and of course the free fall demolition of building number 7. It’s been over ten years since it happened. My stomach still does flip-flops when I see footage from that morning but as hard as it is to consider the alternative I just don’t believe the story as written. I know a lot of innocent people died that day and I certainly don’t want to make less of what happened to them or their families but take a few minutes and watch the footage again, with fresh eyes and a fresh perspective and you tell me your bullshit alarm doesn’t ring just a little bit. Tell me the unusual circumstances that aligned that day to allow that to happen the way it did don’t just seem a little bit crazy to you too.
This is Loose Change. Watch this video and then come back and tell me I’m crazy.