Conspiracy Theory and Why They're So Much Fun

I'm not going to lie, I love the world of conspiracy theory.  In a Facebook chat with a friend I admitted to such, and would be remiss if I didn't come clean about my addiction.  While it's true that political motivation drives most every decision in Washington D.C. and other country's capitals, it's the veiled hyper-secretive stuff that my imagination grasp and refuses to relinquish. Who really killed JFK, and why did LBJ do it?  See what I did there? 


Why can't our government come clean about the Roswell, New Mexico  UFO crash of 1947 and their continued work in reverse engineering the technology recovered there?  Isn't it plausible that Neil Armstrong really set foot in a movie studio in 1969, rather than on our lunar satellite?  Why do you find that so absurd?  And for the love of God, will you please tell Elvis to come out of hiding and record one more album?


Currently, without wanting to give too much away, I'm researching The Bilderberger's and their (the world's rich and most powerful) global plans.  Why?  Because I love this stuff, and readers of good fiction do too.  Have you seen Giorgio Tsoukalos?  If I could wear my hair like that guy, I'm certain I could host my own cable conspiracy network!  Seriously, search this guy's name and get back to me.  You know you would love to see me looking like this fellow.

Yes, I'm an Ancient Alien Theorist.  By that I mean Cathy and I watch these programs and don't doubt the Nazca Lines were created as an alien landing strip thousands of years ago.  Let's not forget the Pyramids of Giza and the power they emit.  The Bermuda Triangle?  That's so 1950's.  Can't we please move along to missing airliners and why ISIS is interested in arming that plane at a later time in order to fly it into another American building?




Tell me you don't follow this stuff and I'll tell you President Obama has implanted a micro chip in your head and brainwashed you.  You ain't fooling nobody.