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I remember stopping myself in the middle of dissing those maniacs who persisted in calling it a hoax for the umpteenth time in my life and thinking, heck, how do I know they are wrong? What is it about my experience that says with any authority that they are wrong? Nothing. Immediately this means I at least was no less clueless than they were... but it turns out that all along I was way more clueless than they were. I mean, this isn't news. I've known this and talked about this for years, but this documentary is damn devastating stuff anyway.
Maybe it's just my biorhythms or the phase of the moon... but... right now it seems important to be reminded of this.
