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A word to the conspiracy theorists: get a grip

The whispers have started. It seems that the plot to blow up a number of planes over the Atlantic is no more than a cynical PR exercise cooked up by Bush n' Blair to draw attention away from the US and UK 'handling' of the Israel-Lebanon crisis.

Aljazeera, somewhat unsuprisingly delighted to have the chance to cast aspersions, hectors: "Is it any surprise that the British intelligence chose to launch yet another absurd publicity stunt at such a critical time? And how long would the Western world believe such alleged "terror" plots uncovered by the secret intelligence agencies?"

Is it any surprise that Aljazeera has jumped into the murky waters of conspiracy claims with such unabashed glee?

Online Journal's excited twitterings are along the same lines, although it dares to go a few steps further than Aljazeera, claiming that: "British law enforcement; neocon and intelligence operatives in the United States, Israel, and Britain; and Rupert Murdoch's global media empire cooked up the terrorist plot, liberally borrowing from the failed 1995 "Oplan Bojinka" plot by Pakistan- and Philippines-based terrorist Ramzi Ahmad Yousef to crash 11 trans-Pacific airliners bound from Asia to the United States. In the latest plot, it is reported that liquid bombs were to be detonated on 10 trans-Atlantic planes outbound from Britain to the United States."

Online Journal goes on to sketch out a plot that Dan Brown would be proud of, incorporating: the latest Royal household phonetap scandal, an alliance between Prince Charles and Gordon Brown to overthrow the current government, a family of bombers boarding a flight except then it turns out that they weren't bombers at all but merely pretending to be bombers so that the might of the Murdoch media, Bush, Blair, Israel and - oh oops I've lost count of the many others involved - could launch their fiendish plot, and oh yes, isn't it really suspicious that both Blair and Bush both happen to be on holiday right now (never mind that it's August and hey, guess what, that happens to be when the House is in recess...), blah, blah, blah... and so it goes on.

I could quote the delusional rantings of many more but I got sick of reading them all. Feel free to Google if you fancy wading through a whole load of smug anti-establishment mudslinging.

I'm no Blairite and I'm certainly not a fan of Bush, but this utter idiocy makes me mad.

Why is it so hard for some people to believe that Islamic terrorists fly planes into buildings/ attempt to blow planes up / put explosives into their backpacks and detonate themselves on the crowded London Underground or a London bus? Why is it so hard for some people to believe that Islamic terrorists are keen to slaughter innocents in the name of a fanatical ideology? I mean, come on. It's not like there's no proof. It's not like there's no precedent.

Are the conspiracy theorists really really dumb? Do they truly believe this codswallop or are they just shouting out the most wanton thing they can think of to get their voice heard? A shameless ploy for attention, perhaps? A superiority complex (they have to 'know' something more juicy than the rest of the population)? Are they so bored with their little lives they rely on dreaming up this kind of stuff in order to add a frisson to their otherwise worthless existence?

Or is it, as Alpha Male just said, that whoever writes this kind of sh*it must smoke one hell of a lot of weed?

Comments

Emily said…
I don't smoke weed but, personally, I think it is a Daily Mail/NCT conspiracy to make bottle feeding mums more guilty...."Formula feeding mums aid terrorist with baby milk bombs" etc*


*but then most of my stuff comes with a large dose of nuclear sarcasm
Kate B. said…
LOL

I like it. And think about it, the NCT has the network, funding, contacts and possibly the balls to carry it off... not to mention a 'fanatical ideology'.

My God, Emily, we've cracked it!

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