Shortly after the horrible Nashville suicide bombing, I started monitoring Twitter for information. I have family there. At first, it was just posts of shock and empathy and the latest information from the locals. But what I was watching for was the evolution of woo. It didn’t take long.
First it was analysis of available video by internet sleuths. One “analysist” claimed that the explosion didn’t come from the RV, mistaking the reflections in the windows for the actual blast. Then came the claims that it was a missile, based on shitty, grainy video. Of course, a Directed Energy Weapon showed up. Followed by Dominion Voting machines in the building being destroyed. NSA data gathering center. Cover up of the Russian Hack. 5G. I’ve even seen claims the bomber was controlled by LED lights. The list goes on.
The Internet has given us the world of information at our fingertips. It has taught me that people are insane. Arrogantly insane. They all want to be the one that finds the clue that breaks the case, that connects the dots with red string on a board with all the clues. They have stupid YouTube channels where they pretend to be journalists. They think they are smarter than the professional investigators. Or that it is a cover-up by the Deep State.
I had to stop looking today. It is not healthy to slam my head into my desk. Damn, it has been a long year.