You cannot logic your way through this one.
Research, conviction from the actors in this scene, the voices of reason, and even those claiming experience cannot get you through this.
They too are missing vital links, only accessing a few slices of information the same as each of us.
So where do we turn? How do we move through this war of ideologies? How do we discern right or wrong, good or bad, truth or lie?
You must come back to your inner voice. That soft whisper that triggers your gut instincts, turns your stomach when you know bad news is coming, wrinkles your lips at the hint of a lie, brings the butterflies at the thought of expansion. That space that no one can truly put words to because it's truly indescribable.
Each fragment of information coming our way at this time is a sliver of truth, bathed in a sea of projections and presumptions. It is a singular (or sometimes small community) perspective relative to the viewpoint of the messenger.