(the
below text is taken from the booklet 'Is There Really a Moon'
by Vincent Flugheim, available from Truth Serum Publications)
Is
there really a moon?
Youre
probably scoffing right now. Of course there is, old man
you huff, pointing up at the sky. Look, there it is right
now. Yes, I can see your bony arm outstretched, jabbing
at the vast nothingness above as if your feeble gestures meant
anything at all. But I also see the look in your eyes, the small,
flickering sense of doubt as you wonder:
Is
there really a moon?
I am not a man who is
ashamed easily, so I freely admit it: I was once a naïve
moon-thinker myself. Its trueI believed with all my
heart that there was a gigantic glowing rock spinning around us
in a constant, crazy clip, sometimes new, sometimes
full. It never even occurred to me to not believe
itit was just there, inside me, a feeling almost instinctual
the moon: of course.
Now, did I believe everything
about the moon? Good God, no. Far from it. I had even published
a story that expressed doubts about the so-called moon landing
that occurred in the late 60s. According to the media, the
US government built a space ship (just like those old science
fiction books!) that blasted off into space, where it sped straight
for the moon and made a perfect landing, allowing an astronaut
to prance about the lunar surface, ramming flag poles into the
ground before flying back to earth, unharmed. Bah. Even a paint-drunk
child could ascertain that these so-called astronauts
were not anywhere near the moon, and in fact never left the earth,
as they were huddled in a studio-bunker beneath the Nevada desert,
actors in a plot to help Nixon fatten his approval ratings.
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