They do exist, this peculiar species of the 21st century: the "conspiracy theorist." No, that's not a typo. We're not talking about those sinister figures with tinfoil on their heads, but quite the opposite. Academically polished, rationally polished, morally polished. People who know about scandals, can read lobby registers, and spell "revolving door" correctly—and yet are absolutely convinced that abuse of power is always just an unfortunate accident. Never method. Never system. Especially not at the very top.
The conspiracy theorist is not a skeptic. Skepticism would require effort. Skepticism would mean asking questions, even if the answers are uncomfortable. No, he is more like an adult with emotionally charged childhood memories. His trust is not based on transparency or accountability, but on a deeply internalized myth of a benevolent Leviathan. The state, mainstream media, global corporations—for him, these are not stakeholders, but surrogate parents. If they are criticized, he doesn't respond with arguments, but with offense. Almost personally wounded. Sometimes more indignant than the institution itself.
The paradox is this: he actually knows better. Of course, he's familiar with historical examples of lies, cover-ups, and secret agreements. Of course, he knows about Watergate, Cum-Ex, the NSA, and the Panama Papers. But somewhere, at an invisible boundary, it has to stop. Precisely where his need for peace of mind begins. From this point on, please, no more patterns. From this point on, chance reigns. From this point on, good prevails. The idea that morality and selflessness should suddenly erupt precisely at the pinnacles of power, where pressure, competition, and profit maximization are at their peak—that's not analysis, that's belief. And a surprisingly naive one at that.
This inner attitude doesn't fall from the sky. It's carefully cultivated. In recent years, an entire truth operating system has been installed: task forces, fact portals, anti-disinformation programs, and efforts to combat the infodemic. Truth now comes with a seal of approval. And anyone who is suspicious is supposedly already showing "radicalization tendencies." Critical thinking used to be a civic duty; now it's an early warning sign. That's what they call progress.
The conspiracy theorist feels right at home here. Finally, order. Finally, clarity. Finally, an official framework that dictates what one is allowed to think. The right source relieves one of the burden of independent thought, the right label replaces the argument. "Conspiracy theorist," "disinformation spreader," "lateral thinker," "Putin's lackey"—linguistic all-purpose weapons with which one can dispose of content without even opening it. This saves time and protects one's worldview from any snags.
Psychologically, it's all surprisingly banal. Security trumps truth. Belonging trumps knowledge. Those who dutifully join campaigns are allowed to be part of the "reasonable majority." That feels good. Doubt, on the other hand, leads to loneliness. And who wants to stand alone in the rain while the masses bask in the warmth of consensus?
This creates a society that considers itself enlightened while systematically turning a blind eye. Not because it's stupid, but because it's afraid of what might happen if the suspicions are confirmed. Because then consequences would have to be drawn. And that would be unpleasant.
The conspiracy theorist isn't defending the truth. He's defending his need for peace and quiet. And then he calls that rationality…
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