There is a primal, adolescent comfort in all conspiracy theories as a way to deal with deep pain, or even guilt- a perverted application of the Levitical expiatory goat diappearing into the wilderness, the need to blame. “It’s not my fault for building or buying in a city with corrupt municipal government, below sea level in a flood-hurricane zone surrounded with inadequate dikes. It was caused by corporate America and global warming.”
“Pres. Kennedy was the best president ever and I loved him and we lost him. It must’ve been repblican cabal, the CIA and the Illuminatti., working in cahoots.”
“It’s too difficult and uncomfortable to understand modern geopolitics, history, and the pernicious influence of radical Islam. But, for some reason, I do not like Bush. That I understand.”
It is the result of a generation of intellectual adolescents who were raised on immediate gratification of every imulse, who spent the majority of their lives watching actors on screensets with fake backdrops portraying things and events that did not happen, as if it were true, who are barely literate, out of touch with history, rules of evidence, the nature of logic, but are extremely in touch with their woldly vacilating emotions.
