My favorite conspiracy theory is that we have had bases on Mars since the 1950’s thanks to a “Secret Space Program” and the exchange of technology with off-planet races. There are supposedly “JumpGates” or “JumpRooms” to Mars…where you simply go into a chamber and are teleported there almost instantaneously. There was a whole conference this past spring in Amsterdam devoted to this.
I figure that I’ve dated enough Martians in my life to know that this must be true. :) And they don’t offer to pick up the check when they invite you to dinner, either. (Rude, eh?) I thought they were just going to the men’s room…instead they were teleporting back to Mars! (The nerve.)
My second favorite? That the moon isn’t a big rock. It’s artificial and inhabited by an underground race…I imagine they would be “Moonies”? (Not sure.)
My third? That I was Amelia Earhart’s lovechild.
(Okay, well, I’m not ancient enough to be Amelia’s offspring….so that one can be discounted right off the bat…but it is still a personal favorite.)