This certainly plays an important part; however, to explain this resurrection of a deceiving Genius by the ‘need for a big Other’ does not seem to exhaust the phenomenon and the meaning of the assumption shared by all conspiracy theories, namely, that there exists a Subject or Agent who is deliberately deceiving us.
The libidinal emphasis is not merely on the existence of the Other (better an evil Other than no Other at all) but also on the implications of this existence for our being.
If we look at it more closely, we can in fact see how a (declared) knowledge about a conspiracy intercepts the traumatic certainty-anxiety of our non-being.
It makes it possible to draw the conclusion that the Other guarantees my being precisely by trying to systematically deceive me at all times.
Unlike for Descartes, for whom the activity of deception is not itself an internal condition of the cogito (of the certainty of my being), it now becomes just that: the more the Other tries to deceive me, the more it is obsessed with me, the more evident it becomes that I exist.
In a way, this reiterates the cogito argument and carries it in a different direction – or, rather, remains with its first step, or first certitude, and replays it over and over again: therefore I am, therefore I am, therefore I am….
Descartes argues that, even if all the thoughts I have are false (induced in me by an evil genius), the fact remains that I have these (false) thoughts, therefore I am.
This could be directly transcribed into the ‘conspiracy cogito’ as follows: I’m being deceived all the time, but I’m the subject of this deception, therefore I am.
I’m being deceived, therefore I am.
The deception becomes necessary for (the question of) my very being.
The question of true or false knowledge (which for Descartes is at the forefront) disappears into the background.
The important thing is that, as long as there is an attempt to deceive me, as long as I’m an object of the Other’s machinations or of the Other’s enjoyment, I exist.
In this way a conspiracy theory becomes a proof of my existence.
Disavowal / A. Zupancic













