ALT-EPISTEMOLOGY: Joe Allen on Conspiracy Fatigue

March 28, 2024

Conspiracy Fatigue

The threat is real — but so is your paranoia

 

Joe Allen

March 28, 2024

 

As a kid, I loved the conspiracy genre. The idea that “they’re all in on it” thrilled me — like bungee-jumping into a kabbalistic abyss. In retrospect, it simplified things and it made hate so convenient!

I pored over eccentric literature about the secret cabals who rule our world: the New World Order, the Illuminati, the Masons, the KKK, the crypto-Nazis, quasi-Cthulu cultists, ET infiltrators, geoengineers, the Catholics, the Satanists, the Black Mass popes, the Southern Baptist sodomites, the Moloch Owl-worshipping Republicans, the psychedelic Hindoo pagans, thermite, holograms, Total Information Awareness, genetically modified yogurt, etc.

One of my favorite takes was the 1975 novel The Illuminatus! Trilogy by Robert Anton Wilson and Robert Shea. Absolutely brilliant.

I always wanted to do a graphic novel about a superintelligent, voodoo-doing African Illuminati who secretly control the supremacist Anglo empire. There would be robot rappers and Shriners racing up a Tree of Life go-kart track and a heroic cyborg autist wearing a Nintendo Power Glove.

But now the real empire is crumbling, and besides, who has the time?

As I got older, there were tons of new cabals to add to my trading card stack: the military-industrial complex, the corporate fascists, the commies, the CIA, drug cartels, nuclear secret sharers, the Jews, taqiyya-telling Muslims, reptilians, Gnostics, the CFR, the Bilderbergers, Google, Apple, Yahoo!, (aka, the GAY!), the technocrats, the transhumanists, the World Economic Forum, Chatham House, CCP operatives, pedo blackmailers, feminist castrators, and more recently, the Woke Mafia, the Russian colluders, the Khazarians, a deepfake president, and the 5G vaxxbot jabbers.

When I was a vagabond writer, such ideas were a lot of fun — like a death trip rollercoaster doing loop-de-loops around my amygdala. But three years ago, I started covering tech professionally. People began asking me, in earnest, utterly terrified, “Have you seen this? Is this REAL?!”

Suddenly, conspiracy thinking was less fun and more a matter of responsibility. What could I say?

“Sort of,” I’d reply. “Politics is a webwork of conspiracies. But this theory [you name it] warps the facts out of proportion… It’s complicated.”

No one wants to hear that. They want definite answers. They want definite enemies, and wherever possible, they want definite Good Guys. “White hats” and all that.

When you don’t give them definite answers to appease the tribal instinct, it becomes clear that YOU are in on it!!

Well, ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry to report that no single theory could capture this vast web of conspiracies. It’s a filthy tangle of greed, sadism, and stupidity. Bow-tied Cain and unwashed Abel.

It would be so easy — SO EASY — if an apex cabal could be identified and neutralized. Problem solved! Instead, it’s more like evil minion whack-a-mole. This will be a perpetual battle till the end of time.

Worst of all, we traced the call — and the mind control rays are coming from inside the house.

My advice is to unplug before they get you.

 

ALT-EPISTEMOLOGY: Way back when, I used to follow . . . to Ariel Prolotario1!!!!

March 27, 2024

. . . geez, there have been so many I can’t even remember their names. Oh wait, here’s one: Martin Geddes, way back when he was on twitter, pre-Elon. A long time ago. Now he’s caught up in British affairs, and since I live in the U.S . . . or what used to be the U.S., until Pluto began it’s first ever return to its own natal place when this nation was born, relentlessly exposing and purging the depths of corruption now sinking this nation into the waters as surely as the Star Spangled Banner bridge was rammed-into-and-detonated?  Geez, are we back at 911, only worse, even more destructive?  And oh wait: WHO DID IT? Black hat? white hat? Oh, but calling something either white or black is so hopelessly binary . . . as if everything that happens or appears to happen is either one or the other, never both, never some kind of confusing, demoralizing smear or cgi deep fake, brilliantly gamed out decades ago to take out the national supply chain, leave us high and dry . . . on and on . . . and oh, but wait a minute: what about Diddler Diddy! Was the bridge collapse into troubled waters a mere distraction from the Mossad? blackmail list of this Epstein.2 “rapper”? On and on. Every awful thing a cover for and/or distraction from the one just prior, or the one to come, or all of them all together, rising and falling, like a filthy oceanic tide.

Oh, and hey, what is in those shipping containers the Dali was? carrying? Trafficked children? Organs? Body Parts? Adrenochrome? “Illegal aliens?” Guns?

Oh, and did you see this? Salvador Dali painting: Broken Bridge and the Dream.

Nightmare dream.

 

Q: Watch the water . . .

In any case, I have a new name to which I’m clinging, and frankly, with such fervor that I worry about my sanity. Indeed, not since Q have I awakened each day and wondered what new nuggets Ariel, aka Prolotario1, would be offering now. Which truther? influencer? he would be exposing now. And yes, why oh why is he still allowed on the new twitter/X?

Frankly, I’m flummoxed; both by the endless series of outrageous/outlandish claims Ariel makes, as well as by my own frantic desire to have him be the real deal.

As if anyone is “the real deal.” As if there truly is a single, strong, steady life raft to which my non-woke, aging female self can cling as I/we drift aimlessly through increasingly stormy seas, both inside and out.

Instead, Ann, focus on the here and now. Right here, right now. This place. Green Acres Permaculture Village, Bloomington, Indiana.

You’ve been here before. You’ve assumed the end of the world before. Starting with the Fatima predictions when you were a kid; then Y2K, then 911, then “End of the Mayan Calendar (November 2011 OR December 2012), on and on; the upcoming Total Eclipse, which some are calling, thrilled, The Rapture! — is being “weaponized” (favorite new word of everybody) as but another “false flag” to frighten the still sleeping masses out of their wits.

Am I one of them?

Do I take the bait?