Charles Peterson "knows" Things

     Charles Peterson "knew" many things.  For instance he "knew" that the secret evil organization that runs the Federal Reserve had president John F. Kennedy shot.  Of course he "knew" Oswald had not acted alone, I mean nobody believed the magic bullet theory least of all Earl Warren.  Charles also "knew" that the reason behind this was the argument over using the Federal Reserve note or the United States note, which was all but decided until Kennedy, then low and behold you pop him and our money has been made by the Fed ever since.  Charles also "knew" that there was something nefarious about putting fluoride in the water system.  He was pretty sure it was a way to make all Americans docile zombie'esque creatures that did nothing but consume and ignore the fact that they were being exploited.  He also "knew" that there was no possible way that a plane took down the twin towers.  Now, you might ask, was Charles Peterson an engineer?  Was he a chemist?  Was he a historian or journalist with some sort of vetted access to government documents?  No, he was none of these things which allowed him to "know" a great many things without the burden of unbiased evidential proof.  Most mere citizens don't want to believe that there is one giant secret satanic society that is responsible for all the worlds ills.  Charles Peterson didn't even need to believe it, he "knew" it.  Now, there have been a few naysayers that old Chuck has come up against.  To them he says snappy things like "I've done my research"  and "Ya know Hitler put fluoride in the water first" or "What about building 7, what about building 7" all of which usually just serve to exacerbate the competition long enough for them to just leave him alone to his theories.  You may ask what has all this "knowledge" really gotten Charles.  The answer is nothing.  Nothing but a fear of any food that is not organic, a fear of drinking watered, he must drink distilled, and a sense of superiority over his peers, who he refers to as zombies.  I think that perhaps it is best not to "know" things.   

A Holiday Story

     On December 23, 2013 at 10:30 pm a tall slender woman with blonde hair slowly walked into traffic on Main St.  The speed limit on Main St. is 25, so the first motorist that came upon her had plenty of time to stop.  The car only had one headlight burning, but the man driving the car still saw her clearly.  She wore brown boots, blue jeans, and a gray hooded sweatshirt, and it looked as if she was in her late 20’s or early 30’s.  When he stopped in front of her she stood there and spread her arms wide and stared.  Main St. was a one way street so it would not be hard for the driver to simply drive around her.  But the driver didn’t move immediately he sat there staring back.  After a moment he became worried that perhaps this woman was in trouble so he waited for her to move over to the driver side to ask him for help, but she didn’t.  She just stood there and closed her eyes.  This the driver thought to himself was strange, he pulled into the other lane and rolled his window down so that he could speak to her.  “Is there a problem?” said the motorist.  To which the woman replied “Um yes I want you to kill me.”  The motorist rolled up his window and drove away, he didn’t have time for the problems of stranger’s.  He was on his way somewhere.  Besides what could he do?  He had already spent a total of three and half minutes on this stranger, and he doubted if he could convince the woman that this was a life worth living in another three and a half.  So, he drove on into the night thoroughly bummed out.  “Fucking holidays.”  He thought.