That’s a name they want you to react to, Semi. It’s a trigger phrase. You think that’s a coincidence? That’s how they tag citizens in the database!

See, everybody thinks the conspiracy is whether aliens exist. That’s amateur hour. That’s what they feed the masses so they can feel smart arguing about it at the Mega Lo Mart checkout line.

The real conspiracy… is that aliens absolutely exist, and the government needs you arguing about it. Keeps your eyes off the real operation—interdimensional trade agreements, cattle mutilation tax write-offs, and whatever’s going on in Nevada that smells like propane and betrayal.

And you know how they keep it buried? They leak just enough “truth” to make it look crazy. Grainy photos, lunatics on late-night radio, a guy named “Dale”, who just happens to sound unhinged—yeah, I’m onto that too.

That’s called narrative control, Semi. You don’t hide the truth—you poison it so nobody credible wants to touch it.

So no, the conspiracy isn’t “aliens don’t exist.” That’s the decoy. The conspiracy is that they’ve turned the truth into a joke… and now anyone who gets close to it gets lumped in with me.

…which is exactly what they want.

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Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to rotate my bug-out tuna supply. The cans have started listening.