I’m “The One”: The Motherload Of All Conspiracy Theories

Well it was inevitable, I suppose. There are certain things that naturally occur. If you have a keg party somebody is going to pass out on your bed and if there is a mass tragedy somebody is going to come up with a conspiracy theory. And then you will read about it on your Facebook page in between pictures of somebody’s dinner and a cute meme.

So it seems that there is a small but vocal community that believes that the bombing was staged.  Apparently, the wounded people on the ground were not acting as freshly bombed as one would expect and there was insufficient arterial blood spray. In a tragedy you want as much arterial blood spray as possible, you see. Duh. I saw enough Friday the 13th movies to know that. Without it you’re just making another Leprechaun.

Insufficient arterial blood spray, but she made up for it with Friends and a lot of tabloid material.

This picture and caption would have also worked as a promo for the Mr. and Mrs. Smith movie.

Anyway, the conspiracy theorists were kind enough to put up a sequence of post bombing pictures and walk me through “the staging” so that I could see for myself how it actually went. It was impressively narrated by someone with professed EMT credentials. I took them at their word about their credentials because people on the internet never lie. At least that is what I was told by the West African man who requested emergency funds and nude pictures from me.  The conspiracy theorists didn’t state how many bombings and staged bombings they’d been to but I’m sure it is extensive.

Anyway I was totally with them through their conspiracy lesson right up until they added the Newtown shootings and 9/11 as additional staged tragedies. That gave me pause because, wow, what a talented group of tragedy stagers that would take! I mean, as anyone who has ever seen an Ed Wood movie can tell you, it’s really hard to make fake planes look real. Or maybe the planes were real and the buildings were fake? Or maybe the whole scene was claymation? Okay, I’ll admit I’m fuzzy on the details of that particular conspiracy, because I tend to tune out and start thinking of possible paint colors for my living room when people talk about it.

"I want to be a terrorist!"

“I want to be a terrorist!”

But here is what I do know based on my history as an occasionally employed actress and frequent movie goer:

You never go smaller with the sequel.

You don’t pull off a mega blockbuster and then follow it up with a quietly heartbreaking independent film. George Lucas didn’t make Star Wars and follow it up with The Empire Suffers Quietly In A Coffee Shop.  It’s not the Hollywood way.  If you have successfully staged the attack and annihilation of a section of New York by foreign terrorists then you have to go even bigger for your next staging. Like the annihilation of the entire Midwest by aliens. Am I right? Tom Cruise, back me up on this.

"It's no staging. The mother ship is coming."

“It’s no staging. The mother ship is coming.”

So I was totally ready to write this whole conspiracy thing off, but then I got to thinking. I’ve had a lot of birthdays–what if those were all staged by the government? What if I’m not 43? Which would make a lot of sense given my maturity level, fashion sense and fondness for Dubstep.

And once I’d made that leap the next logical question was…

What if nothing bad has ever happened: the holocaust, Hiroshima, that weird dude I slept with in my 20s because I felt sorry for him. What if none of that had happened? What if I’m really 21 and sitting in a pod somewhere with a plug in my head? What if I’m Neo or that really hot chick in the black latex suit who can do flips in slow-mo? What if I’m the chosen one sent to free all of you from your pods?

"Whoa."

“Whoa.”

You said it, Keanu.

That is a massive responsibility and some mornings I can’t even find my car keys. But I’m not going to shirk my duty. I will not leave you plugged in like last year’s iPad. You’re getting upgraded! Or downgraded. Actually I’m confused by my metaphor, but the point is that all of the hours I spent watching X-Files episodes and last week’s Mud Run has prepared me for this moment. I will not let you down!

 

PS. Does anyone have any Baby Powder I can borrow? I’m having a hard time getting into my latex suit. You know what, I’m just going to wear some black yoga pants instead. Don’t take the blue pill!

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Picture Credits:

doyouremember.com

Boston.com

Academic.depauw.edu

14 thoughts on “I’m “The One”: The Motherload Of All Conspiracy Theories

  1. Carrie Rubin says:

    You might be onto something. This whole thing about me being middle-aged with kids? Somebody’s messing with me, I just know it…

    It is mind-boggling to think people believe conspiracy theories like this. My blog post for Monday touches a bit on that subject as well. Kind of scary, really.

    • I understand that conspiracy theories are fun. I had a teacher in graduate school that loved them and we could get out of working for a whole class by bringing up JFK or OJ. I try to remind myself of that when I get irritated.

  2. Courtney says:

    Seems like conspiracy theorists are super idealists, at heart–like, they don’t want to believe people could be evil enough to intentionally harm so many people and/or they can’t accept or process the tragedy of so many people (or kindergarteners, in the case of Newtown) suffering.

    • Perhaps. Or they spend a lot of time in their parents’ basement surfing the internet and reading about subversive government sub plots. I have a theory that many conspiracy theorists read most of their life experience.

  3. WSW says:

    God save us from the crazy f *&%#ers.

  4. Jill Hoven says:

    Holy. Crappola. I totally need new FB friends. I didn’t see any of these conspiracy theories! I feel very left out… like I’m back in middle-school… Luckily, I now know you’re on your way to save me from my own personal angst… But please hurry!! I really really really didn’t like middle school…

    • I read the diary from my 13th year and it was horrifying. Middle school is existential purgatory. And sometimes so is my Facebook page. Then again, if I’m actually 21 and plugged into a pod there is no Facebook, so it doesn’t even matter. Yay!

  5. Tonya says:

    Love!!!!! Lol.

    Sent from my iPhone

  6. There are so many whack jobs out there. It’s kind of reassuring to know that your latex suit still fits. I retired mine last year when I turned thirty-two. =)

  7. mike0v says:

    Hmmm…
    Disingenuous? Or not?
    Hard to say.
    Rest assured, your time is coming…

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