30 Mar 97 
 
I love the idea of conspiracies.   
 
They make me all warm and fuzzy.  The thought of a small group of people  
orchestrating a complicated plan to pull something over on the rest of the  
world just affirms my belief in the power of the human spirit.   
 
I am not kidding. 
 
Actually, if any real, far-reaching government conspiracy were actually  
true (say, they've been hiding a captured UFO in some abandoned air force  
hangar for 50 years), I would be forced to raise my opinion of the  
government.  I mean, the efficiency and organization necessary to pull off  
some of the conspiracies postulated is so amazing -- one would _have to_  
applaud any successful devious dealings. 
 
Long ago I announced the impending formation of Meep's Militia.  I am  
definite that there is at least one member of this elite corps.  That  
project will be put under the heat lamp while I declare my open conspiracy  
of one.  Some may already know my conspiracy.  It has been evident in the  
way I play games like Magic and Diplomacy.  My conspiracy has manifested  
itself in secret messages to unsuspecting passers-by.  One can join in my  
conspiracy only tangetially -- we can be parallel travellers in making  
life more interesting for the rest of the world. 
 
Have you ever noticed that social order is actually a large conspiracy?   
But soft, I must not let the secret pass my lips.  Ponder it yourselves.   
Savor the juicy flavor and roll it about between your frontal lobes.   
Isn't it scrumptious? 
 
 
I looked into your eyes, they told me plenty 
                                      I already knew.