Limbaugh suggested to his audience [read: programmed] that perhaps, just perhaps that the oil rig disaster was a plot by ‘the government’ to kill off-shore drilling. Michael ‘Heck-of-a-job-Brownie Brown appeared on, gulp, FoxNews yesterday and repeated the conspiracy theory. No doubt, Beck played along too.
We, the 80-percenters with brains, laugh at the utter stupidity of it all, yet the 20-percenters thrive on stuff like this. I wonder if Limbaugh is at this moment attempting to weave the Times Square bomber into the Democrat [sic] Party. The local conspiracist, Jack Kelly who writes a bi-weekly Op Ed for the local rag, today claimed that America is unsafe because Obama cut back on building the F-22 Raptor. Unsafe? From which ‘enemy’?
I’ve often tried to get my brain around those 20-percenters to find out what rattles around in their skulls that causes them to ‘fear and conspire’ so frequently. What kind of life do they have if, when they awaken each morning, they wonder if they will alive by sunset? Or does that stoke their fire? Perhaps that’s all there is to their life. Maybe that’s it.
Is their life so meaningless, so empty that they must invite demons and devils to spar with each day? Is that their reason d’etre? Without these daily conspiracies they would be forced to examine their own shallowness, their emptiness, their bland, worthless lives? Am I getting close to the truth? I suspect that I am.
Could it be a drugless addiction? What if, god forbid, a 20-percenters could not get to the radio or TV to get their daily dose of conspiracy? Like a smoker without smokes or a heroin junkie without his fix. What kind of miserable day would unfold if there was nothing to block the reality of his shallow life? It would be like standing in front of a mirror looking at the jackass in the reflection. Way too much to handle.
Someone else needs to be blamed; some other group has to take the heat, to be responsible for the misery of his life. ‘Those people.’
That’s my hypothesis. I wonder how close to the truth I came?