The Joke's On Us
It takes a village idiot to live in an information Potempkin village.
Above all, do not lie to yourself. A man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point where he does not discern any truth either in himself or anywhere around him and thus falls into disrespect towards himself and others.
― Fyodor Dostoevsky
Becoming a conspiracy theorist is not for everybody, though today it should be a primary pursuit for billions of Good Citizens who value their lives. It can be a stressor, and cause hardship that eventually progresses to seeing things that others cannot see, which may or may not be there. Like the kid who sees dead people in the movie The Sixth Sense, but without a dead man believing him there would have been no movie and he would have been all alone.
The stress comes from sharing this newfound vision, or this secret with others. People need a Bruce Willis to guide them in the process of seeing things and expressing what they see. Still, in a world where all the trusted guides have been captured by a controlled, laughable, alternative media hawking vitamin formulas, wellness scams, phony dream teams, and magic pillows, there are few options available. Certainly, no dead sherpas will materialize to help make the journey.
In this peculiar epoch being a “conspiracy theorist” is no longer a part-time hobby for self-amusement and pub fare chatter. Ditching the hobby for full-time post-doc level conspiracy theorizing is a matter of life and death. It will keep one skeptical, observant, healthy, wise, and with less likelihood of any sudden misfortunes befalling them. It will keep their instincts sharp and the batteries inside their bullshit detectors at full strength.
There’s a joke in a comment section somewhere beneath a video of an undertaker describing the autopsies he’s conducted for the past three years of unfortunate victims of vascular calamari caused by the things everyone knows are causing them, that goes like this: I used to be a conspiracy theorist. But now my pronouns are told/you/so.