|It's fool-proof. What could go wrong?|
It always happens. Yeah, you might have a few clean getaways. Sooner or later, everything goes to hell.
Because there's no such thing as a perfect plan.
Somebody talks. The henpecked bagman blabs to his cheating wife about the racetrack job. The boss' twitchy friend who just got out of prison slaughters everyone in the jewelry store. The lookout drops acid, goes on an apeshit killing spree, and the clean bank job spirals out of control. The bank job goes like clockwork, but the getaway car gets stuck in traffic.
Film Noir/Chaos Theory maps perfectly to politics, the economy, everything. A neo-conservative cabal starts a war to turn Iraq into an American client state? They wind up with the Islamic State instead. The fatcat Saudis pay off the mullahs to keep the peasants in line and the oil money to themselves? One fruit seller in Tunisia sets himself on fire and everything goes to hell.
Something always goes wrong.
Chaos Theory is scary. Nobody's in charge. There's no great plan. The universe is literally out of control. The good guys don't always win. A happy ending is not guaranteed. Nothing's guaranteed. A freaking asteroid could wipe us out tomorrow.
The Blind Watchmaker creates order. The Blind Watchmaker smashes the watch.
Have a nice day.
Conspiracy Theory, on the other hand, is oddly comforting. The deck is stacked. But there's order behind the seeming chaos. A simple explanation. A unified field theory that explains everything. The game is rigged. Life is unfair. But it's not random.
Now here's a fun fact ...
Chaos Theory explains Conspiracy Theory.
Conspiracy Theory is a spontaneously emerging phenomenon. It's an urban legend that converges around a strange attractor and grows. A rumor that grows and grows like a game of telephone.
Some building contractor in Topeka watches footage of 9-11. The guy thinks, shit, that looks like a controlled demolition. He tells his friend.
Who passes it on to his buddy.
I know this guy in Topeka. He says 9-11 looks like a controlled demolition.
The next call up a notch.
This guy in Topeka blows up buildings for a living. He knows for a fact 9-11 is an inside job.
On and on it goes in a game of one-upmanship.
What if Bush let 9-11 happen?
No. Bush made 9-11 happen.
Al Qaeda works for them.
There is no Al Queda. Airy compositions with lots of white space.
There were no planes!
The planes were holograms.
No demolition either!
They used missiles.
OThe story gets better and better.
Each conspiracy theory gets more and more specific. One conspiracy theory converges with another conspiracy theory. And they all come together like raindrops on a car window.
9-11 Truthers talk to UFO cultists talk to Flat Earthers talk to Bible-thumping end-timers talk to Vaxxers talk to deadender militia nuts talk to the sons of the John Birchers (who rave about the Illuminati, the Trilateral Commission, the Bilderbergers and the Council on Foreign Relations). Without even trying, the lunatic fringe gets the story straight.
And they've all got a pretty damn good idea who's really running the show. Either the Lizard People from Space. Or those pushy people who control Hollywood and the banks.
It's all fun and games. Until six million Jews wind up in the oven.
The loonies blindly build their delusional architecture. Bloody consequences aside, there's a reason they do it.
The spontaneously emerging theory is a specific model for a collective hunch. It's a hunch that everything is not what it seems. No, man. The scrum of politics and economics only looks random. There's a small group of conspirators at the top pulling the strings and running the show. The Puppet Masters. They've rigged the game so the house always wins.
Hey, somebody has to win.
Conspiracy theorists can always say the winners cheated, then work their way backwards to explain how. It's all part of the plan, man. Something happens? They wanted it to happen. ISIS wasn't a colossal screw up. The Illuminati planned it all along. No, we don't control the oil in Iraq. The war was all about disrupting the oil supply. You think the crash in oil prices is a freaking coincidence, man?
When a lousy thing happens, somebody always cashes in. Conspiracy theorists can always say the profiteers made the lousy thing happen. Cui bono. That's Latin for follow the money, man.
Yeah, the heist went wrong. You're not seeing the big picture, man. The bank's gonna dump the security company, get a new one. Not just the bank they hit. Whole chain of banks from Maine to Florida. Big contract, man. Millions and millions of dollars. Think about it.
It's a theory that can't be disproved.
By analogy, think of an obsessive-compulsive, jealous guy who thinks his wife is cheating on him. Every random act, every casually dropped word fits into that theory. Why'd she hang up the phone when I walked into the room? OK. She had six clean panties yesterday. I counted them. Now there's only four panties in the drawer. Jesus. Now it's six panties again! The same panties, but in a different order. I know she's cheating on me!
The guy's out of his mind.
That doesn't mean his wife isn't cheating on him.