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Tim's avatar

I wonder, is there room to just not be sure?

For example, is there room to not be sure of stories from the NY Times when their sources are in intelligence agencies? Can I just not be sure who really blew up the Nordstream pipeline?

Was there room to not be sure about the origins of COVID? Cause I remember being called a racist conspiracy theorist for even suggesting that maybe, just maybe it came from a lab.

And I just wonder why there is no option in the JFK poll to just say, "I'm not sure."

Overall, epistemic humility looks a lot better than to be so sure of something, whether it's the official mainstream narrative or an against-the-narrative conspiracy theory, and then later being found to be wrong (if we can even be sure of that).

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While living in a commune in San Francisco, I knew a man named Charley Tripp. That was his real name. I saw his driver's license. He was not exactly a member of the house, but was frequently there overnight. He slept in a closet under a pile of clothing or under a table with boxes piled around it to hide himself in case the house was raided.

He often complained that if he asked directions on the street everyone deliberately gave him wrong directions because they were all in on the plot. Bus drivers took the long way around just to frustrate him. Telephone operators intentionally gave him wrong numbers. If he saw a new family moving in on the same street he thought the FBI was moving people into the neighborhood to keep an eye on him. If he saw someone putting a TV antenna on a roof it was a disguised parabolic microphone to listen in on his conversations.

If he saw Pacific Gas And Electric employees digging up a street, that was the Mafia in disguise. He was being followed by the FBI, the CIA, the KGB, and a mysterious organization known only as ''Them''. Once, he came into the house and told us that as he came up the street he looked back and saw a UFO hovering at the corner watching him. When he saw that we were smiling, he drew himself up in a very dignified manner and indignantly said, ''Well, maybe you people like having your minds controlled by a machine, but I don't!''

The psychiatrist at the Haight Ashbury Free Clinic told us they got about 3 phone calls a week about him.

Then we found out he was right. He really WAS being followed! The San Francisco Police Department wrongly thought his name was a code word for a drug dealer and they really were shadowing him. He had picked up on it that he was being followed, but was making wild guesses as to who it was that was following him.

Then he was not seen for several months. One day I saw him on Market Street. He was much better dressed than I had ever seen him, clean shaven, with a haircut, and carrying a briefcase. We talked for awhile and he showed no signs of paranoia,. so I asked, ''What about all those people who were following you?''. He answered, ''Oh, I just got tired of all that.'' Apparently he had just snapped out of it.

When last heard of he was back in his native Missouri writing country music for a living.

So the moral of this story is that paranoids can have real enemies too.

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