He showed up this morning before daylight, a time I relish because of its quietude, in the most awful getup you can imagine.
He said he was a “Master of Intrigue.”
Now if the readers are old enough to have enjoyed the “Spy vs. Spy” episodes in the Mad Magazines of the 1960s, you can imagine how he appeared. If not, just take my word for it. It was weird, even for the alien.
He entered by sliding along a wall and eyeing me between glances to and fro to see if anyone else was in the room. Assured that we were alone, he eased into a chair.
When I acknowledged his presence, he said, “Did you know that Hillary Clinton orchestrated the destruction of the World Trade Towers?”
I refused to honor him with a response.
“It’s true,” he said.
I said, “Would you please leave?”
“Can you not stand the truth?”
“Truth I can abide,” I said. “Insanity unhinges me.”
“Doesn’t it bother you that she was only a few hundred miles away and was overheard to say to an aide, ‘It will be quicker by plane’ that very morning?”
“Don’t you have something to do?’
He changed the subject. “Want to know who killed JFK?”
“I already do. It was a man named Lee Harvey Oswald.”
“Ha,” he said. “That’s what they want you to think.”
“Who is they?”
“The CIA, the Joint Chiefs of Staff, the FBI, LBJ, the United Nations, organized crime, Fidel Castro, the Dallas Police Department, the staff at Parkland Hospital, the Texas Rangers, and Walt Disney.”
“He was in on it too.”
I said, “C.W., who have you been talking to?”
“I just listen and watch,” he said. “It’s all there on the History Channel.”
“The History Channel?” I closed my eyes.
“And Fox News.”
“What?” he said. “Don’t you believe in conspiracies?”
“I try not to let the thought of them destroy my cognitive capacity.”
His face turned into a snarl. “So you don’t believe they happen?”
“Oh, on occasion,” I said. “We did have the so called ‘Watergate Conspiracy’ some years ago.”
“That was the one set up,” he said, “by Jimmy Carter to ruin Richard Nixon’s presidency.”
I ignored him. “Then there was the short-lived conspiracy by Ronald Reagan’s crew to sell weapons to America’s archenemy the Ayatollah Khomeini for cash with which to fund a war in South America. All illegal and treasonous.”
He said nothing, so I continued. “Want to know the interesting part?”
He said, “What?”
“Those involved a mere handful of folks and they unraveled almost immediately.”
|By carefully choosing our sources of|
information, we can adopt any paradigm
of reality we choose. That's exciting. - C.W.
“So,” I said. “Maybe vast conspiracies would be more difficult to maintain than we could ever imagine.”
“So they never happen?”
I said, “Oh they can. Look at how Yoko Ono, Mick Jagger, Ike Turner, Peter Townshend, and Paul Anka conspired to break up the Beatles.”
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