Today is the first day of a new month. At least it is here in New Zealand, but we lead the world in that sort of thing and a lot of you may have to wait another day to catch up.
That dawning sense of anticipation used to feel like a monthly treat, but this year everything seems to have sped up and new months are almost a weekly event.
One of my hobbies is digging into rabbit holes, and there have been no shortage of those to look at lately. Usually I'm all keen to do blog posts about all the fake stories I uncover, but I'm holding back a bit at the moment.
Last month there were some spectacularly obvious psyops like the Charlie Kirk fake shooting which rivaled last year's Donald Trumps ear shooting for being one of the all time stupidest looking psyops ever to come out of America, land of the bad psyop.
I usually sort of enjoy pointing out what a bunch of gullible retards other people are, but I'm not so keen on the sinking feeling of a slow dawning realisation of having believed a story hook line and sinker that is increasingly looking to be at least partially fake.
As of today I'm not even going to mention the two narratives I'm currently looking into, partly because I still need to do more research, and partly because discussing them publicly could well be quite unproductive.
And yes, it's also because I just don't really want to admit I may have been suckered. I'm not yet sure of the full extent of the deceptions, these are both fairly complex, and to me at least, they always seemed pretty convincing.
Both stories go back more than a decade, I have long been engaged with them myself, and until this year I mostly believed them hook line and sinker.
As usual there is big money involved, and with one of them that includes some of my own. So I'm going to shut my face for now and just say this: very few things are as they seem, and it is highly unlikely that any of us are not being played to some extent.
So we really can't base our happiness on the illusion that we are too smart to be conned, can we?