It seems there has been an explosion of conspiracy theories lately.
Do you suppose it is because there has been an explosion of true conspiracies and conspiracists?
Ah, the classic dance of denial—where secrets shimmy just beneath the surface, winking at everyone while pretending to be invisible. They’re like that awkward relative at a family reunion: everyone knows they’re there, but no one wants to make direct eye contact. The powers-that-be perform their elaborate charade of “nothing to see here,” complete with theatrical hand waves and unconvincing poker faces. Meanwhile, the rest of us exchange knowing glances, silently acknowledging the elephant—no, make that the entire circus—in the room.
Conspiracy are my jam, and while I’m certain these shadowy figures exist, I’m more intrigued by their debut performance. My money’s on the JFK era – the ultimate government magic show where evidence vanishes faster than a rabbit in a top hat, courtesy of a vault with more leaks than a gossip column.
Sounds like a conspiracy to me.
In a twisted tale of vanishing clues and untimely demises, evidence plays a game of hide-and-seek while unfortunate souls bow out with a dramatic flair, leaving behind more questions than a cryptic crossword puzzle. Ergo, as the old poet might say, it would seem many of the magic tricks seem to be accompanied by a dead body. This, as opposed to a live one.
(the JFK event was accompanied with at least 4, maybe more)
