I’ve been watching a whole lot of conspiracy theories lately. Not because I’m a believer, but because I’ve always been inquisitive. I like asking questions.

As a kid, I wanted to know everything, to ask and say anything. I remember once telling my teacher it was ridiculous to suddenly give us a pop quiz. I thought I’d only muttered it under my breath, but he seemed especially offended. I was told to stand up and scolded for speaking out lout, and was told I should’ve kept it to myself.

My next question was, “But teacher, if I don’t speak my mind, how will I ever know where my mistake is?” For me, the error lies in the thought, not in the word. If I’m going to correct myself, I have to think properly first. Then again, who really knows how to do that? Socrates? 

I never thought I’d see the day when I’d willingly listen to Candace Owens or Tucker Carlson, but now, that’s what I pay attention to. I’ve realized that, for me, sharing a question is more important than sharing an answer. Always having to be right is exhausting.I’m the queen of mistakes. Here comes, “Miss Takes Universe.!!” Thank you Thank you. 

The government seems to fail at holding itself accountable. So why should podcasters? If truth and facts have become irrelevant, and most politicians only care about winning or losing power (which is really the same thing), how are journalists, comedians, or regular people supposed to know what’s real?Are we supposed to be psychics gazing into crystal balls, or the underdog prophet flipping Tarot cards, or police dogs sniffing for bad actors?

Woof woof. I guess that’s me, barking at anything that smells suspicious.

Most of them seem more like bad actors anyway. I doubt they’ll be nominated for any Oscars this year.

Maybe it’s disillusionment with being good that got us here. Being good didn’t guide us anywhere, so now we’re trying out being bad.  And the moral compass is gone. Now we cling to power, at least that seems useful for survival. Or is it? Because once you have power, someone’s always waiting to stab you in the back, jealous of the crown.And me? I’m just the dog. Who cares? I just want some cheese.

Casting doubt on authority used to be the job of the liberals. But they wrapped themselves in so much “goodness” that they became untouchable. And since some people saw that goodness for what it was, just another thin layer of  a façade,  the bad actors tore it down, took power, and now they don’t even bother pretending to be good.They only pretend to know what they don’t know.Being the  con man that they always were. 

So who’s asking the hard questions now?

Candace and Tucker.

They’re the new punk rockers, though I’m sure they’d hate the label.