3 November 2004
Chariots of the Gods?
Man, I hate this shit.
In grade school, I loved reading with scepticism and awe (it didn't matter if it wasn't true) the various unbelievable conspiracies and paranormal philosophies that travelled around the young teen world. Aztec alien encounters, real supernatural visitations, cursed events occurring beyond the possibility of randomness. It was neat-o and very youthful and lived in the patina of growing up as much as cartoons and girls-you-really-liked-but-never-even-spoke-to.
I love those memories of unbelievable stories told by friends-of-friends with earnestness (but not really beleived ... not really).
I don't love reading quotes from the CEO of the company that makes our voting machines declaring that he's committed to helping Ohio deliver its electoral votes to the president,
a year before Ohio delivers the winning electoral votes to the president.
I don't know when I lost my love of conspiracies. I just did. It's not fun to have to even consider this shit. So maybe I just shouldn't. Maybe it is just Chariots of the gods. But where's the endearing awe?
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