Creep of the Week - July 24, 1999

Image: JFK Jr and wife Carolyn

The JFK Jr. Conspiracy Nuts
"Black Helicopters and Dead Kennedys"

I must be getting jaded and warped. Within minutes of hearing about JFK Jr.'s plane going down, I knew what was going to happen. Confusion, grief, media frenzy and vulture-like voyeurism, followed by religious zealotry, pompous posturing, portentous psycho-babble and (naturally) the ultimate in paranoid conspiracy theories pointing at the usual targets. The guys who come up with this ponderous crap have had plenty of time to become even more creative than their amateurish Diana Conspiracy Theories and Ron Brown Conspiracy Theories. They've pulled out all the stops this time. After all, this is another Dead Kennedy!

Inexperienced pilot? Disorienting summer haze? Mechanical failure? Forget it! Don't be so naive! Haven't you been online during the past week? Here's what really happened:

Christ! Wouldn't you like to have that much time on your hands? Actually, the dorks who write this stuff do have their hands full: One hand types on the keyboard while the other cranks on the wank.

It wouldn't be so bad if it were only people of average intelligence (like you and me) who are on the receiving end of this swill. We don't believe any of it and the guys who make it up don't believe any of it. But their target audience eats it up like candy. Who's that? Those witless, brain-dead losers whose ability to think for themselves has long since rotted away due to a steady diet of The National Enquirer, Jerry Springer and Rush Limbaugh. They wag their heads, hang out their tongues, and pant breathlessly, "Yup, must be true!" The rest of us will have to listen to them regurgitate it word-for-word at bars, grocery store lines and office coffee machines for the next six months. The more emotionally unbalanced of the group then go buy tons of fertilizer and blow up buildings.

Why would anyone want to kill JFK Jr. anyway? He wasn't porking the baby sitter, getting arrested for rape, buying an annulment, or OD-ing in a stairwell hell hole like his cousins were. Given his heritage, looks and money, he could easily have turned out to be a peacock-strutting, arrogant prick who paraded around like a rajah followed by bodyguards, elephants and an entourage of star-struck groupies. But by all accounts, he was a pretty decent guy.

Too bad he didn't hang a copy of the Ten Commandments in that plane.



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