Gordon Lyon

If you’re still claiming the Learjet that crashed in Palm Beach County, killing all nine people aboard, was a fcking missile, neuroscientists should examine your empty skull to learn how a human can operate a smartphone without a single functional brain cell. We know the aircraft: Learjet 60, N722BD. We know it departed Austin-Bergstrom for the Bahamas. We know who was aboard: Adam Robinson, 45 - father. Helen Sharp, 40 - mother. Emma Robinson, 4 - their daughter. Charlie Robinson, 2 - their son. Anita Maria Cetina - their nanny. Rachael Reed - family friend. Charmi Fehr - family friend. Captain Jeffrey “Jeff” Gregory, 55 - pilot. Nathalia Gadelha Filgueiras, 20 - first officer. SAY THEIR NAMES, YOU GHOULISH DEMON. We have radar and detailed flight-tracking data, ATC recordings, multiple videos, identifiable aircraft wreckage, and the flight history from takeoff to the final descent. We heard the crew report icing, turbulence, overspeed, and an uncontrollable descent. We heard their mayday, their warning that they would crash, and finally: “We’re out of time.” Nine people were about to die. And a terrified your co-pilot screamed in fear; they could see it coming! And your response is to squint at a few pixels in a low-resolution dashcam video and scream “MISSILE!” 🖕🏼 The aircraft was descending at extraordinary speed, steeply banked, with its wings at different heights. The wires visible beside the road and the lines farther behind the plane appear in different positions because of perspective. A two-dimensional video doesn’t establish that a wing struck a wire. But apparently basic geometry is beyond people who have already abandoned rational thought. An indistinct wire in a blurry frame somehow outweighs every verifiable record and every other piece of evidence. That is the pathetic standard of proof you have chosen. The stupidity might be hilarious if the circumstances weren’t so fcking tragic. What I find repulsive is the contempt for innocent human life shown by reality-denying losers who turn this tragedy into conspiracy entertainment. A husband. A wife. Two young children. Their nanny. Two friends. Two pilots doing everything they could to save the aircraft. Real people. Real families. Real grief. Their loved ones are mourning while strangers on the internet congratulate one another for turning nine deaths into a fcking missile fantasy. And you have the fucking audacity to exploit their deaths to feed your intellectually bankrupt conspiracy community. Your fantasy requires ignoring the aircraft’s identity, its flight history, tracking data, radio calls, physical wreckage, eyewitness accounts, and video evidence - while obsessively cherry-picking one blurry visual anomaly. And if you invoke the Pentagon on 9/11 to claim that was a missile too, your conspiracy addiction has completely consumed whatever questionable intellect you had left. 🖕🏼 This is confirmation bias, motivated reasoning, and the abandonment of critical thinking. Those of us who study conspiracy thinking have watched this pattern for years: every new tragedy becomes another chance to manufacture a mystery and pretend you’re among the enlightened few who know the “truth.” And the most disgusting part? You seem to enjoy it. You eagerly seize on the next catastrophe, manufacture a mystery, and mistake the resulting attention for intelligence. You don’t care about the victims, the evidence, or getting anything right. You care about the thrill of believing you’ve uncovered something the rest of the world is too blind to see. Fortunately, most people haven’t surrendered their capacity for rational thought. You deserve to be mocked and publicly ridiculed for exploiting the deaths of innocent people to feed your fantasies. Your ignorance is appalling. Your arrogance is astonishing. Your willingness to use nine dead human beings as props is fcking despicable.