Are You All Crazy?
May 7, 2010
I am blessed with lots of friends, and lots of acquaintances who are happy to share their opinions with me. So far, so good. And my friends tend to be serious people, not frivolous or shallow. So much the better.
But—damn! Even these valued people seem to be watching too much television. They’re convinced – worse, they’re adamant – that They Know What’s Secretly Going On.
George W. Bush is the anti-Christ. Or maybe it’s Barack Obama.
We are the helpless pawns of The Conspiracy, which is run by Skull and Bones, or the Illuminati, or the Trilateral Commission, or the Bilderberg group, or International Jewry, or bankers, or the Pope, or the British Royal Family, or the one-worlders, or radical Muslims, or radical Christians, or radical atheists, or whatever.
Or, more likely, a grand, all-encompassing conspiracy that includes all the above as subsets.
These theories explain EVERYTHING (including things that never happened) in all fields of inquiry. It’s all tied in:
* Environmental catastrophe (or cooked-up data pretending environmental catastrophe that isn’t actually happening),
* UFO cover-ups (or UFO hoaxes),
* governmental stupidity (there isn’t any opposite to this one, unless it is government cupidity, but I can’t see them as anything but complementary),
* global economic meltdown due to [insert your favorite machination here],
And on and on.
Sometimes I want to ask, “Have you all gone crazy? Would you please stop living in fear? Like Mark Twain’s comment about teaching the pig to dance, it does no good and annoys the pig.”
Do conspiracies happen? Of course they do, every day. Do some of them succeed? Look at the murders of John F. Kennedy, Robert F. Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, the attempted murders of George Wallace and Ronald Reagan – all, of course, by lone deranged gunmen. Look at so many things in so many areas of public life. Do they happen? Of course they do.
But – should this be the focus of your life?
Not all my friends have gone wacko on me, thank God, but the tenor of the times is such that it’s easy to fall off the sanity box and climb onto the soapbox, shouting Repent, the End is Near.
If you must, you must. I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t do it in my vicinity, though. I’m trying to live my real life, not a pretended siege of Babylon.