I used to love conspiracy theories, I loved the way they found secret worlds within the one that we know. Spooky Mulder was my man. Conspiracies are a phase that one goes through of thinking about the world, like reading Ayn Rand and having your mind blown right up until the point you remember that a moral society doesn’t derive from people being dicks anymore than good cuisine derives from throwing feces in a blender.
Conspiracy theories are appealing because they make the world make sense. They take seemingly random or inexplicable events and tie them into a cohesive whole. It’s an exercise of faith more than anything, because they are premised on the idea that any contrary evidence is merely evidence of the cover-up. But in all the protestations of the terrible things that the have uncovered, conspiracy theorists are at their root taking comfort. They are screaming into a complex universe that things are much simpler. In that way they are no different than those who try to tell us that the world is six thousand years old.
The truth is far more terrifying to confront: there is no one in control. This world we see is mere anarchy, the aggregated total of a billion small decisions by small people.
Here’s the trailer for The Conspiracy, which is making the rounds on the festival circuit at the moment.
My favorite conspiracy theory is the one that argues that “Star Trek” was a psychological operation designed to brain wash Americans into following the pope. Because there is a massive correlation between “Star Trek” viewing and attendance of Mass, right?