Don’t give the monkey your car keys.

This is the funniest thing I’ve read today. A space geek and a skeptic attended a conspiracy-theorist’s press conference, and wrote about it.

That’s not the funny part. (Though it is funny.)
The funny part is him talking about the hate-mail he got afterward from *other* conspiracy theorists.

Another writer speculated that because I referred to movies and videogames in my article, I must be under 40 years old. Well, you see, I used to refer to vaudeville stars and Victrola artists in all my writings, but then I realized that this did not make me, you know, groovy, as the Generation Y kids say these days. So I started adopting references to contemporary movies and video games to seem more “with it” and “hip,” by jiminy.

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Some of the messages accused me of being pompous and assuming that I’m superior to them. To which my response is: I do feel superior… to them. I mean, there are lots of people I don’t feel superior to: my mom, Stephen Hawking, my parents’ dog (smart dog—she just knows stuff), and, well, a whole bunch of people. But if you believe that Nazis and Freemasons run the space program and have been covering up extraterrestrial structures on the Moon, or if you believe vastly complicated conspiracy theories that are based upon no evidence that would pass peer review by a panel of fifth-graders, then, yes, I have my doubts about your intelligence, or at least your reasoning abilities. And I wouldn’t trust you with my car keys.

Anyway, rather than me reposting large chunks of his article here, or sending them to a friend in IM while trying not to laugh out loud in my office and upset my officemate, y’all should just go read his article. Have fun, and don’t give the monkey your car keys.