Theories are only theories because they can't be tangibly proven!
There are different types of theory. There's the theory of evolution, which, much like the theory of gravity, can be proven. Then there are theories like intelligent design, which cannot categorically be proven to be incorrect, but lack any real evidence of veracity. Conspiracy theories that expand somewhat on known facts are one thing. Most people will find it perfectly easy to believe that elements of the banking system are corrupt and willing to fuck over the vast majority of people in the process of making a select few people incredibly rich and powerful, because there's been solid evidence of stuff like this over and over again. Conspiracy theories involving lizard people and 9/11 being an inside job and the new world order and so forth are much less believable, and do nothing but discredit the less outlandish, more reality-based stuff.
I would imagine that anyone actually involved in some sort of shady conspiracy positively loves
the conspiracy nuts, because they end up getting people to dismiss these ideas entirely, even when one of these blind squirrels might stumble upon a nut of some truth.
Don't know it yet, no. I'm in the other end of Cornwall - that's way oop North! But that's cool, I'm sure we can figure something out.
Way up north? Like, Scotland? Isn't Cornwal like, at most, an hour's drive thick, north to south? There's a chance we'll take a train to Penzance, in order to get a ferry to Scilly, but that's not nailed down yet.
What town are you in?
I'm just outside of Penzance, actually. Near Hayle.
And I was mostly joking. Cornwall's not that big, and north to south it's pretty narrow. Southwest to northeast is a little further, but even so Bude is only about an hour and 40 mins' drive from where I live. But those of us who live in this part of Cornwall tend to think of pretty much everything beyond Truro as being a long way away, and when we do head "upcountry", more often than not we'd be heading somewhere several counties away, rather than just to the other end of Cornwall, so it seems like more of an undertaking than it really is. We joke about Cornwall being a separate country, but there's an element of truth to all the kidding around. This place is almost an island, which sort of suits me quite well.
I would like to think that as a semi-outsider here, I would be immune to that mentality. But the other day when we had to take a little trip up to Plymouth for a citizenship thing, as we crossed the Tamar, my wife and I found ourselves both thinking, "Ugh. Fucking Devon."