Flat-earther nearly kills himself to prove theory 'Gravity is just an illusion. No credible proof satellites exist. NASA is all a lie.'

Flat-earther nearly kills himself to prove theory 'Gravity is just an illusion. No credible proof satellites exist. 

 

Think the world is flat? A 61-year-old limo driver named Mike Hughes surely does, enough to put flat-earth-society cash and his own life on the line to prove a point. We’ve been lied to. The ruse goes as far back as Plato, Pythagoras, Aristotle and Archimedes, to name a few of those self-serving spherical theorists. (To what purpose did these men lie? That’s the question!)



And about those modern satellites and space launches showing a round earth – fuggetabout it. All fakes. Don’t exist. And Photoshop existed to edit photos of a flat earth long before Photoshop existed. Got it?
The unproven theories of the flat earth adherents abound, but why? A quest for the truth? A hobby? An earlier attempt to appear hip and counter-culture?
Whatever the reasoning, the International Flat Earth Research Society was formed back in 1956 by Dover, England sign writer Mr. Samuel Shenton to fight against those theories that contradicted his own. “Shenton constructed a cosmology, based partly on his interpretation of Genesis,” Wikipedia states, “that the earth was a flat disk centered on the North Pole with the zetetic notion of the South Pole being an impenetrable wall of ice, that marked the edge of the pit that is the earth in the endless flat plane forming the universe.”
So there’s a tradition here: Making things up, while deriding others based on personal theories and endless conjecture. Not science. No facts.
To that end, “‘Mad’ Mike Hughes, the rocket man who believes the Earth is flat,” NBC News reports, “propelled himself about 1,875 feet into the air Saturday before a hard landing in the Mojave Desert. He told The Associated Press that outside of an aching back he’s fine after the launch near Amboy, California.”
It wasn’t at Elton John’s zero hour, 9 a.m., but just after 3 p.m. PDT that Mad Mike’s real quest began. The garage-build ship powered into a beautifully blue California sky, higher than a kite at a monitored height of 1,875 ft, but only for approximately three to four minutes before the pilot pulled his chute.