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The scary thing about conspiracy theories is that, once in a while, they will be correct.
You may think that Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster are real, but trust me, they aren’t. I’m not at complete liberty to say much about those matters though, so let’s cut to the chase, shall we?
I’m sure you all remember the Challenger explosion. It was a national tragedy, warranting a speech by President Ronald Reagan. Some write it off as an accident, faulty wiring, or an O-ring malfunction. Others, such as myself and a few people, know the real truth behind it. But before we get too far into this, let me introduce myself.
My name is Cam. You won’t be able to find any record of me or my last name, because I was terminated by NASA from Mission Control for leaking the same secrets I am going to tell you in good time. Don’t bother looking for me. I am a ghost; after my termination, I moved to Canada to start a new life, fearful that I would be exposed, hunted down by the CIA or Secret Service without mercy, like a child stepping on an ant. That’s all they do. I got to witness firsthand what they do to dirty rats like me. Unspeakable things fit for only the lowest of the low; terrorists, prisoners of war. All we are to them is just another target. That’s the funny thing about the government. They go to such great lengths to keep us from simply knowing something. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it would be pretty shocking to know that Elvis is alive and well, but that’s a story for another day. Of course, it would do no harm to know these things, yet the government wants to feel powerful; it wants to feel control. To put an embargo on knowledge is akin to depriving us of basic human needs.
This whole shitstorm started back in 1969. You know the year. When we landed on the moon. Here’s the thing. “One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind?” Bullshit. More like, “One small step for the government, one giant waste of my time.” The only reason they had me on duty that day was because they needed a higher-up such as myself to relay the true intentions of the mission to the astronauts on board the Apollo 11 capsule.
You see, the true purpose of that mission was to search for extraterrestrial life on the moon. Yeah, big surprise, huh? I bet all you tinfoil hat owners are sporting an I-told-you-so boner right now. But in the words of Billy Mays, God rest his soul, “But wait, there’s more!” Yeah. Each of the following missions in the Apollo Program doubled as a research mission. And what you probably don’t know is that even after NASA apparently retired the Apollo Space program in 1972 after the ‘final’ manned mission (Apollo 17,) NASA still planned to execute missions during the Space Shuttle program researching extraterrestrial life on the Moon, outside the Sea of Tranquility. This started with the Columbia shuttle in 1981. It is important to note that even though we found life on the moon, it was not advanced, and no, it could not harm us, so you nerds can get your hand out of your pants.
The weird thing about these life forms, however, was that they were carbon based, and upon further research, had a brain, and responded to stimuli. All these findings were confirmed by the President, Ronald Reagan, on classified, signed documents. Progress was coming along nicely, research going well, until that one fateful day in 1986 on which the Challenger exploded. It was ruled an accident.
The truth is, the shuttle was sabotaged. By whom, you ask? Your friendly whistle-blowing Cam. Good thing that they took the goddamned hint and halted their little secret missions, too. See, they knew it was sabotaged. They had a feeling that whoever did it could and would do it again, so they stopped. You’re probably wondering to yourself, why would you do this, Cam? Well, look at it from my perspective:
If you were an advanced alien race capable of changing your physical appearance would you want a pathetic, primitive people to know you existed? Neither do I.