It’s been fifty years since the Kennedy assassination. Fifty years since the conspiracy subculture came screaming out of the hivemind’s womb. Fifty years since the CIA made “conspiracy theorist” a derogatory term (if you believe some people). I planned to acknowledge the day with some kind of drinking game associated with the Zapruder film, but I couldn’t make it work.
Everyone remembers where they were when Kennedy died, but no one seems to be able to pinpoint the moment they were dragged into conspiracy land. I was ripe for it. I believe everything I hear for at least five seconds. And there’s something sexy about an intricate web of connections. Thankfully, I was exposed to Robert Anton Wilson’s playful brand of agnosticism at an early age and escaped delusion’s evil clutches.
So, of course, he just had to be tied into the JFK assassination.
Wilson, in his introduction to the Prankster and the Conspiracy, says he was accused of being a CIA “handler” by author Kerry Thornley, who was convinced that he had been the subject of MK-Ultra experiments along with his army buddy, (here it comes) Lee Harvey Oswald.… Read the rest