Lunacy

I had a long and frustrating conversation a couple of years or so ago with an old college friend of mine. Just as we were organising a small search party to locate our next slab of beer he stubbed out his rollup and remarked ”of course, you know that the moon landings were faked”. He’s an intelligent guy and, though more prone to conspiracy theories than the rest of us, had shown remarkable restraint and judgement by choosing only those theories that were mainstream and, more to the point, at least partway socially acceptable to a group of largely drunk technologists.

”Shut up Gary”. ”Oh God, please no.”. ”Bwahahaha”, and the like.

This remarkable proposition remained a theme through a number of parties and, as we have come to expect from the man, he was unshakable. Eventually he was convinced about the errors of his ways after watching some TV documentary that sought to debunk the debunkers on a point by point basis proving, for instance, that it’s perfectly reasonable for shadows to go off madly in all directions.

It was not funny at the time really because we were worried about him. This, on the other hand, is funny.

Via doctorvee.