I’m on the verge of climbing into the conspiracy theory abyss and feeling comfortable there. Not much is missing; give me another two or three weeks. The events in Hungary have accelerated my new path in life: What do you mean, Viktor Orbán has bluntly admitted his crushing defeat? Why? Who is up to something?
I was also really taken by Donald Trump’s Cola Fanta theory this week. The US President believes (and soon I will too) that Diet Coke kills cancer cells in the body. His argument is entirely logical: If you pour cola on grass, the grass will die. This must also apply to malignant cells in the body. Mehmet Öz, head of the US Medical Authority and Trump’s medical advice box, recently reported on the Trump thesis. Öz says Trump doesn’t believe Fanta is unhealthy because the content is “freshly pressed.” Why is this all only now becoming public? Is the cancer lobby behind it? Do the Freemasons, led by Elvis, only want to serve the cancer-killing Diet Coke to participants at the Bilderberg Conference? Where is the drink formula buried? In the Microsoft Epstein Villa?
It doesn’t help that the Artemis lunar mission took place during these times. The “Tagesschau” had to publish its own article entitled “Why the Artemis 2 mission is not a fake” because of all the allegations on the Internet. For example, one post says that the astronauts move in front of a green screen and that all this weightless flying is simulated. There is also photo evidence of this. However, the astronauts are missing various extremities, so the image to prove the forgery is a fake. Well, the Artemis 2 mission may have been real, for all I care. But who remembers British astronaut Tim Peake? About ten years ago he wanted to call somewhere from space, dialed the wrong number and started the conversation with the sentence: “Hello, is this planet Earth?” Where Can you make other phone calls, Tim? What are you all hiding?
You haven’t really arrived in the conspiracy world if you haven’t seen at least one UFO, I think. So I would like to announce a sighting; Recently something very dubious shone in the sky. Did they come to kidnap me? Gladly! I’ll take a bottle of Riesling with me, one from the Moselle, and agree to answer all your questions. Preferably on topics that I have absolutely no idea about!
