Arkell's Ark: I Know What They Are Trying To Do
“Some people seem to have a problem accepting that stuff happens. Deaths, assassinations, accidents, disappearances, the lot. And they always look for a secret agenda,’’ writes columnist and novelist Ian Arkell.
I hope Michael Jackson stays wherever he is. I really don’t want to hear about him anytime soon. Well to be honest, never again would be fine. That might sound a touch harsh. Or uncaring. But after the circus surrounding his death and the subsequent coronial enquiries I think I’ve had enough of another celebrity death.
Unfortunately, these things take a long time to go away. I mean, Elvis is still sighted on a regular basis, Kurt Cobain gets an airing now and then and of course the evergreen Diana is dragged out whenever magazine sales need a boost or some whacko has another theory about her death. You can never over-estimate people’s stupidity and gullibility I guess.
Some people seem to have a problem accepting that stuff happens. Deaths, assassinations, accidents, disappearances, the lot. And they always look for a secret agenda. Unlike any number of conspiracy crazies round the world, William of Occam never seemed to have any problem wielding the family razor. The most logical and straightforward is usually what happened.
But there always seems to be somebody out there convinced there’s an ulterior motive. We have to target our blame and frustration I suppose.
Centuries ago it would have been the well poisoners or baby eaters from the next village if our chickens started dying. And of course the Jews have always been scapegoats over the centuries for any number of things real or imagined. At least now, in the spirit of religious equality, we have Muslims to heap everything on. And so it goes.
The Israelis blame the Arabs; the Arabs blame the West, who blame Islamic fundamentalists, who in turn blame the CIA. Although given the allegations of the CIA’s penchant for torture, murder and kidnapping, I suppose the odd charge of well poisoning might be right up their alley. A sort of rite of passage for new recruits from Langley. Something to cut their teeth on.
No, Michael Jackson, weird as he was, is dead. Elvis is dead. Diana is dead. The earth is not flat and the US did put a man on the moon. But I don’t think I’d trust the CIA anywhere near my well. I know what they’re trying to do.
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