. . . why didn't you tell
me you were a physics genius? I went through two months of hell
trying to get to the bottom of that goddamned 9/11 conspiracy story I wrote
. Behold the dangers of Thinking Too Much: at one point, around two in the morning after watching way
too many conspiracy videos, I actually thought: "Okay, so if I can just find out how many BTUs of heat it takes to weaken 110 stories' worth of steel, and how many BTUs are produced by an exploding jet plane and . . . holy shit, I'm in moonbat crazyland."
It's not a happy place.