Speculator: Burn, baby, burn

In Britain, for many years, there was a Flat Earth Society that dismissed all those orbital snapshots of the world as trick photography. Its small but dedicated band of followers provided some dimple-teasing amusement for reporters and a strong testament to the power of faith to flatten globes. I remembered them when the seven CEOs of the tobacco companies stood in a row in 1974 and swore to Congress that their product wasn't addictive, and that the case for smoking-related health problems