To do it properly, one has to be able to not only suspend disbelief, but hang it from the highest yardarm and watch it rot while crows eat its eyeballs.

I'm listening to some crackpot now (James McCanney) talking about comets and hidden planets and the usual Great NASA Conspiracy To Keep Us In The Dark.

If I were the host, and someone said something utterly looney--McCanney just claimed that the nucleus of the NEAT comet was the size of the Moon(!!!)--I would be unable to keep myself from reaming him out completely on the radio, assuming I did not reach right through the phone line and throttle him.