I Don't Believe It

Hogwash!

The police in Tucson, Arizona have officially cleared all the family members of any involvement in the disappearance of matriarch Nancy Guthrie. So how come I still think the brother-in-law did it? Because I am a skeptic.

The definition of skeptic is "a person who questions the validity or authenticity of something purporting to be factual." That's me, and I can't help it. I promise you, I have tried. It's hard being a skeptic. Most people think you are an idiot. 

For example, try as I might I still don't believe that someone named Jesus Christ died for my sins 2,000 years ago. How is it possible when I hadn't even sinned yet? Another whopper is that he died and came back to life. How? And why has nobody else ever done that since then? And don't even get me started on Moses parting the Red Sea! (See illustration.)

I don't believe that we landed on the moon in 1969, or ever. I don't believe that Joe Biden was fairly elected in 2020. And I don't believe, for a minute, that Vince Foster committed suicide.

I simply cannot believe that anyone in their right mind would ever consider voting for Kamala Harris for anything. And I am way beyond believing that anyone, anywhere still cares about Jeffrey Epstein, a man who never held public office and died almost seven years ago.

So yes, I think the brother-in-law did it. Who else would have, and why?