This isn't true, either. It's not even troubling. In the least.
I think JFK, Jr. died accidentally, too, even if they did send a Navy task force to recover the evidence. Of course Teddy did publicly ask for the Navy's help, but then Teddy is a broken man, living on someone else's permission, surviving his brothers by some fiendish fiat.
I don't trust this government as far as I can throw a battleship. Sorry, but it's true.
I thought this immediately when I heard that the former vice-chairman of Enron had supposedly committed suicide; that people in power are corrupted, that any appearance in them of high-minded enlightenment can reliably be attributed to the success of their deceptive skills, and that Vince Foster didn't commit suicide either. This does not smack of the kind of high-salaried journalism we have learned to trust, and that is precisely why I am more apt to trust it. If the journalist has 'access', I want to know why. I am suspicious if he lives comfortably and fits seamlessly into the media matrix that is the perception management industry. On the other hand, if the writer has naught for sources but the working poor, and the unknown commoner, then that writer's words are the ones I want to read.
Journalism has joined the World Wrestling Federation in its contempt for truth. The most successful newspeople have learned what needs to be presented as truth, and participate fully in the deathwork of doublespeak, and they get their mansion in Georgetown. The truth is not there, as if you need to be told. But it really is so much easier to believe it, and participate too... I mean, what the hell, what does the truth really matter—isn't it all relative anyway? Wouldn't you prefer a Camry rather than a bus pass? Isn't it nicer to be standing in front of a Jenn-Air rather than standing in a line at a soup-kitchen?
I really hope that whatever we have lost in our acquisition of comfort isn't killing something vital in our soul. I've heard no news to that effect, and so I fear it is probably true.