I was always a conspiracy buff. Some stuff I bought into (various JFK theories),some not so much (Bircher and LaRouche stuff). 9/11 was a game changer for me. I'm not sure why. Maybe the enormity of the whole affair. Maybe because it was playing out on tv in front of the world. I think it was when the phone calls started coming out. I know the first time I cried was when they started talking about the phone calls. It brought it home, I guess.

By Tuesday afternoon when the Truther movement started, there was no fun to be had, at least for me. Debating how hot steel has to be to melt, 3000 Jews calling in sick, "explosive paint", orders to shoot down planes...or not shoot them down, ditching Flight 93 in the Marianis (jondra?) Trench. Easy easy stuff to refute and make the ones who claim this stuff look like douchebags. I'm normally up for bullying the addlepated. I just couldn't get into it. I couldn't make it fun. It was like the Congresswoman in Arizona getting shot. I thought the politicizing of it, when there was no evidence that politics played any role in it....actually the opposite appeared to be the case...was damaging to the country a whole. Same thing with the Truthers. Malcontents, attention pigs, tinfoil hat wearers. All so hung up in getting their 15 minutes that they don't care about about the pain they cause the families and friends that lost living, breathing human beings. Why would I even give them any attention, let alone waste my perfectly good abuse on them?

All that said, I've run into to 2 people in my circle who at least dabble in Trutherism. It was pretty brutal. They back off pretty quick, but that's just blood in the water. I have no tolerance for this bullshit in my friends. None. I punch holes in their theories in the most insulting ways possible. I feel I...owe...it to them.