For the third night in a row, my terrified Mexican neighbors living in the shadows are firing off the largest skyrockets I’ve ever heard. They sound like artillery shells. After about six hours of it, I went outside at around 1:00 a.m. and screamed, “The next person who shoots off a skyrocket, I’m going to…
Not all conspiracy theories are equal
March 18, 2015
Last night while I slept—having a wonderful dream about discovering a photo album full of priceless postcards of World War I flamethrowers—the word went out on Twitter to label me a conspiracy theorist. Saying that certain ideas are nothing but conspiracy theories allows the accuser to not address troubling notions. In this case the Twits…