hell, i don't even know if brazil exists. it is really as full of beautiful, sexually permissive people as pop culture would have me believe? i will never know, because i will never go there. and this pisses off conspiracy theorists, which is fun, because obviously i don't believe the moon does not exist for real, but people get so committed to arguing, it is fun to watch their little faces get all red as they try to 'prove' the moon to me. and it is so delightful to be able to lean over any time, apropos of nothing, and whisper, 'sound stage,'īecause he invariably makes this outraged face and get really emotionally invested in whether some dudes in the sixties went to the moon and he will start berating me and he will be 100% sincere, as if it matters one bit in our day-to-day lives.Īnd then, once i realized just how many people believed that the moon landing was a hoax, it seemed a natural progression to widen my playful stance to something even more outrageous, and start my own conspiracy theory party and claim that the moon does not exist at all. so i started to equate these things in my head, hokum-wise, and the moon landing became as implausible as the jersey devil, simply on the grounds that he believed in both of them. for someone who genuinely believes in aliens and nessie and gypsy curses*, he also believes in the idea of america, and was personally offended that people would doubt our great achievement. and the man of the house would watch them, and i would breeze through the room and laugh at how earnest these people were with their 'the flaaaag! look at how it is mooooving!' and these programs really pissed off TMOTH. My dismissal of the moon-as-entity started some years ago, when they were running all those 'the moon landing was a hoax and we were just trying to beat the russians, so we lied' specials on the teevee.

Alan butler who built the moon