Own Opinions

My wife says I should own my opinions more, and she’s probably right. “Fuckin A, I believe in UFOs.” “Fuckin A 9-11 is suspicious.” I’ve mentioned before that I come from a family of skeptics. Even at 34 years old, they influence my thoughts. Every opinion—about a movie, and especially as something as deep as this—I feel them there, wondering how they’ll react to it. It’s no wonder I believe in conspiracies, I’ve got a strange conspiracy of voices running in my head.

But I also want to be measured about these topics—especially 9-11, where people are grieving. Not that I’m a spokesman for anything, but it’s still important to put it in reasonable terms. It’s the reason I love Daniel Pinchbeck’s writing. He goes far into outerspace, or innerspace, but he also tackles entheogens with a fair amount of sobriety. Alex Jones—head conspiracy theorist of the moment--loses a lot of credibility standing on streetcorners, screaming into a bullhorn, “9-11 was an inside job!” Even if he’s right. Might speak to 18-20 year olds, but he needs to reach people older than that, people who have actual power, and skeptics who never, for a second, would believe in these things.

That said, Terrorstorm is worth watching. As is another movie: The Death of John O’Neill, an interesting depiction of what it feels like when this sort of information overtakes you.

I love Google video, by the way, as might be obvious. It’s the best thing to hit the internet since the internet. Words are one thing, but nothing will spread information faster and more convincingly than images. It almost makes me think it’s why the internet was invented.