Way back when, I was an impressionable pup and developed a brief fascination with the Kennedy assassination.
It just seemed so interesting to 18-year-old me. The fake Oswalds, the mafia's hatred of Bobby Kennedy, the need for the military-industrial complex to keep itself in business, and on and on. How could all of this not make sense?
But we get older and we realize that people talk, a lot and about things that we often wish they'd never talk about. Keeping a secret as large as the murder of a head of state during a coup d'etat is, in my mind, a sheer impossibility. The same holds true for the moon landing or the Lindbergh kidnapping or whatever else you've got.
I read and saw enough to reason that Oswald was a good enough shot to pull off the killing by himself and that conspiracy theories, generally, are comfort to those who fear the prospect of acknowledging that existing on this planet is a terribly random exercise (or those theories support their worldview, as seems to be the case with the sick fucks who insist Sandy Hook was a put-on and harass the parents of murdered children). Things just happen and you can file a failed man seeking fame and validation by killing the president into that folder.
I'm more than 25 years removed from connecting imaginary dots to convince myself that nefarious characters behind the curtains are pulling strings to make all sorts of bad things happen, so tell me why I'm growing more and more convinced that Russia not only influenced the last presidential election (with assistance from Julian Assange) but has used Trump as a vessel to launder money and gain an ally who won't interfere with future plots to destabilize democratic governments in NATO, namely those in France and Germany?
I'm stealing a line from Hoog: Tell me I'm not crazy.
My hand to God, she's gonna be at Carnegie Hall. But you - I'll let you have her now at the old price, OK? Which is, which is anything you wanna give me. Anything at all.