He had traveled with the Hillbillies. Everyone thought he’s wasting his life suspecting everything.
He saw the Pyramids and linked it to similar structures anywhere across the world. He thought everything is linked. Or everything *evil* is linked. He believed if something evil is happening in one part of the world, no matter of what magnitude, it is directly or indirectly linked with some evil happening in the other part of the world, again irrespective of the magnitude. He would say that evil never disputes within itself, so there is no reason why evil could have different sources.
“If you reverse the chain of every evil, you will find yourself go back to one common source.”
By this statement he would have everyone intrigued, or at least paying attention to him, which is unlikely otherwise. He had watched enough films and seen enough pictures, read enough books to hold a public talk on 911 being an inside job. He knew George Ogre Bush’s bloodline like his own, or better.
He invited people to believe in religion, any religion and that was enough to defeat Satan or at least weaken him and his vicegerents on Earth vis-à-vis the American Government.
Whitney would call him a stupid fuck and he would call her an ignorant bitch, although only loud enough that she won’t know. He suspected anything that came from the government, especially the authentic sources. He was a member of groups like “Killuminati” and “Masons’ structure of Satanism unveiled.” His interest and support was largely applauded in such groups but whenever he tried making his own group, he would hardly find anyone with him. He had this self-conscious want of domination. He wanted to be known. And whenever he would call off the groups he made, he would modestly ascribe it to his realization that he would be getting undue attention, something he isn’t really keen on. He had set his preferences as that of a person who is sincere, not working for fame, and genuinely seeking people more genuine than him to work for the cause. Whenever anyone asked him about what he’s been doing lately, he would pause a while, grin and respond with an all-knowing tone of “Oh, it’s a long story” and then look away the eye of a person as though he isn’t really interested to laud his own genius pursuits, unless sought for.
He was fully aware of the fact that the only way to be recognized is do what no one does. And he had got it right. If he would’ve been a writer, there are many writers out there, and it would take a monkey out of his own butt to be the best in them. He could have been a solicitor, a scientist, a.. a.. anything that deserves respect and attention. Attention and respect.. in order of importance. He knew the easiest way out. And so he decided to become a conspiracy theorist. He had some recognition in the people around him now. He wouldn’t go unnoticed. And it made him feel good. Sometimes in loneliness he would think to himself how much the religion of conspiracy theory has given to him and how less he has given in return.
Thinking of those that turned him down, he introspected prophetically and held a monologue of how nothing can deter him from what he has taken charge of. He felt proud of himself like never before.
He could actually find others ignorant as against himself, upon whom the divine light of truth has been showered.
He didn’t have much to do, but copy state other researches and findings. He never called them his own and neither did he mention they are not his. He presented them like obvious facts, they should have known of, as he has known, albeit with his own observation.
