You know, I'm usually Alan Moore's biggest fan, and really wish that he and Sienkewicz had finished Big Numbers... but I wouldn't trust the Christic Institute's version of things; they're sort of the Grand Unified American Conspiracy people. (Although, re-reading this for the first time in a couple of decades, Moore and Sienkewicz really do effectively portray the overheated, grabbing-at-your-shirtsleeve, goddamnit-it-all-fits-together-if-you'd-only-listen-to-me-maaaaaaan feeling of the true conspiracy buff a lot better than, say, Oliver Stone, whose JFK starts off with the utterly fucked premise that Jim Garrison was actually sane, and goes downhill from there.)