Truthers, where are the passengers of Flight 77 and 93?

docJ:

I think we are simply seeing one of the insidious side effects of the 'Internet Age'.

Before eveyone was wired, if you had a crackpot idea that you wanted to disseminate, you could write a small 100 page book, and then search around for a desperate publishing outfit that would take a chance on selling a couple hundred or a thousand copies.

The resultant product would usually end up in the local library in a small dusty, little-visited corner inhabited by dubious characters that the librarian always kept a close eye on.

Or you could publish a small newsletter and hope to garner mailing addresses from word-of-mouth advertising, usually transmitted by those same dubious characters from the library.

Or you could get invited to 'splain yourself on a AM radio station broadcasting at 3AM in the morning, with your audience mainly consisting of bleary-eyed, long haul truckers cruising down the interstate.

Thus, crackpot bullshit would move through society at a relatively pedestrian pace.

Fast-forward to the Age of the Intrawebs and we see crackpot bullshit moving at the speed of light, infiltrating into and out of  'Basements of Mom's' around the planet.

You can compose any manner of unfounded wild speculation, add in a few photoshopped pics, hit the 'Send' button at 2:32 AM, and by 8:15 AM have 3 million adherents, reposting the same bullshit on their FacePage, tweating on their Tweater account, or watching a cartoon re-enactment of it on UTubes.

The ability of the internet to enhance the intellectual  capabilities of our society is still a highly debatable topic in my opinion.

But I really miss the hot librarians the most.

So...your saying its easier to perform perfect maneuvers via remote control than it is behind the driver's seat?

Ever fly a remote control model plane? Or even a RC car for that matter....hardly precise.

docJ:

I think we are simply seeing one of the insidious side effects of the 'Internet Age'.

Before eveyone was wired, if you had a crackpot idea that you wanted to disseminate, you could write a small 100 page book, and then search around for a desperate publishing outfit that would take a chance on selling a couple hundred or a thousand copies.

The resultant product would usually end up in the local library in a small dusty, little-visited corner inhabited by dubious characters that the librarian always kept a close eye on.

Or you could publish a small newsletter and hope to garner mailing addresses from word-of-mouth advertising, usually transmitted by those same dubious characters from the library.

Or you could get invited to 'splain yourself on a AM radio station broadcasting at 3AM in the morning, with your audience mainly consisting of bleary-eyed, long haul truckers cruising down the interstate.

Thus, crackpot bullshit would move through society at a relatively pedestrian pace.

Fast-forward to the Age of the Intrawebs and we see crackpot bullshit moving at the speed of light, infiltrating into and out of  'Basements of Mom's' around the planet.

You can compose any manner of unfounded wild speculation, add in a few photoshopped pics, hit the 'Send' button at 2:32 AM, and by 8:15 AM have 3 million adherents, reposting the same bullshit on their FacePage, tweating on their Tweater account, or watching a cartoon re-enactment of it on UTubes.

The ability of the internet to enhance the intellectual  capabilities of our society is still a highly debatable topic in my opinion.

But I really miss the hot librarians the most.