In January 1993, I attended the Global Deception Conference at Wembley, London. Organised by two sincere – if slightly gullible – students of world conspiracy: Mary Seal and Keith Mears, this event received little in the way of prior publicity, and an extremely negative post-conference write-up in the creepish left wing New Statesman. (1) As a student of world conspiracy for many years I had expected the conference to be extremely interesting. I was rewarded partly by an interview with Eustace Mullins, one-time notorious anti-Semitic propagandist and ongoing critic of the Federal Reserve, and partly by sitting through the ravings of a certain Vladimir Terziski, a double graduate (2) who believed, inter alia, that a team of Nazis and Japanese had crash-landed a flying saucer on the planet Mars in 1945. (3)

Academic qualifications aside, the speaker with the most impressive credentials was, and in my opinion remains, William Cooper. He was said to have been a former intelligence officer, and I do not for one moment dispute this claim. I found Cooper’s presentation on the first day of the conference somewhat boring, (4) in particular he showed a film about UFOs   literally unidentified lights in the sky   and droned on and on about them.

Cooper was not, it seemed, a typical true believer. He said UFOs were the product of top secret terrestrial technology rather than the creation of beings from another world; that there is a world conspiracy – well, isn’t there? – and that Jews were involved but that the conspiracy was most definitely not Jewish. He also made a few other interesting points. One point in particular struck me as being very terrestrial: global warming is a hoax, but the patents for CFCs are running out, hence the sudden preoccupation of big business and the Insiders with the environmentalist movement.

Like I said, I found Cooper’s presentation impressive and level-headed, but also boring. He struck me as a man who was doing his best to spin out the tenuous evidence he had without going over the top. In other words, he was restrained, not the sort of person to jump to wild, much less crazy, conclusions. It wasn’t until I read Cooper’s book two years later that I realised just how wrong a man can be, and how the craziest of the crazies can appear cold, rational and sane. William Cooper isn’t just the craziest of the crazies, he is the craziest of the craziest of the crazies. When he has read the following critique, the reader will realise exactly what I mean.

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