Silly Paranoid People, and Conspiracy Fun

Conspiracy baffles me, to some extent; mostly in the areas of how people can fall prey to believing certain things so easily, and run their lives by them. Yes, I'm fairly certain there are black helicopters, just as I'm certain there are white ones, and green ones, and ones with stripes, as well.

I was mentioning to someone earlier, just how retarded I find the debate over whether or not the Jews run the world, and how retarded I find people who fall prey to it. My whole feeling on the matter is summed up as follows: If the Jews run the world, who cares? If they don't, it's someone else, and also, who cares? Maybe people who live in compounds in the backwoods, fearful of government mind-control through implanted chip technology care, but I certainly don't.

Conspiracy and fear remind me of this guy Steve I used to know.

Steve was a bit strange in many ways, but the thing I found most dumbfounding about Steve, was his refusal to shop in stores he felt were in any way connected to the Mafia. Likely this is easy in some places, but Hamilton (where I live) had - and may still have - one of the largest collections of mafia outside Italy, New York, or Chicago in the 20's and 30's. And let me add that he wasn't refusing to purchase from such shops ouf of any desire not to promote criminal activity. Steve was just a self-righteous jerk looking for something to be an obnoxious ass about.

If the point of that little story isn't clear, let me paint a clearer picture: Trying to avoid making purchases from a store that might have mafia connections in Hamilton, would be like trying to avoid the stale marshmallows in a box of Trix. While the density of the mafia is not quite like that - I felt a bit of exaggeration necessary - it's still an exercise in retarded obsession to spend one's life tightly locked in the attempt to avoid them in a place like Hamilton.