Apparently, a whole bunch. I'm
not the only one to mount conspiracy theories; in fact, the first couple
here have nothing whatever to do with me, except that I found 'em and I
liked 'em. Okay, so a really really good shrink could make something of
that, but I don't plan to mention it to any of my shrink-like acquaintances.
I suggest, if you have conspiracy theories, however plausible or psychotic
(or both!) they sound to you, keep 'em to yourself. Or! better yet, EMAIL
em to me, Fluffy, Bringer of Death, care of this web page.
And then go see the Mel Gibson
movie of the same name. Not a paid advertisement.
So let's get on with it,
hey. Our first alarming individual comes from San Francisco Bay Area,
and has some unusual assassination ideas -- no, not that
assassination, geez, one track minds! .. Our second bozo is brought to
us by our friends at 50 Greatest Conspiracy Theories (linked within), and
even though they're selling a book, I believe that all the conspiracy theories
are from real kooks. I do. Honest. Here's how to find our guests.
Steve Lightfoot: Noted Kook. May be closer than he appears.
When rock stars talk about Jesus, they can only be minions
of Satan. Wha?
Do you want to go home? Do you want to go HOME
now?
Do you want to look at FLUFFY
again?
Do you want to challenge us by telling us your theory?
MAIL
it then.
What does this
mean to you and me, and what's the difference?
(In point of fact, I made it myself, and I'm just too
proud to keep it locked up)
ugly thugs are hiding in that
alley outside your place.