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911 crackpot theory
Call me a crackpot, but I have to say it. I believe 9-11 was a setup.
There’s no denying that a band of Saudi gentlemen flew those planes into the World Trade Center. There’s no denying that the Saudi Muslims were upset about US military bases in their holy land. There’s no denying that the third world has cause to attack the first world. For all intents and purposes that is what happened, or should have happened even.
It is nearly irrelevant to suggest otherwise. Except to suggest that it needn’t have happened, or certainly needn’t have succeeded.
I would suggest, and I am not alone, that 9-11 was orchestrated maybe, facilitated certainly, and permitted without a doubt by the U.S. government.
Evidence abounds, and let me say that plenty of false evidence is being circulated to support deliberate crackpot theories. Efforts to reconstruct what happened on 911 are being thwarted not just by stone-walling but by disinformation campaigns as well to marginalize those who won’t drink the kool-aid.
If there is one thing that is very easy to prove, it’s that this administration has fought every effort to shed light on the subject.
The black boxes were never found. The Air Traffic Control voice recordings were immediately destroyed. Video surveillance cameras were out of order. Other surveillance tapes were confiscated. Survivors or their relations were offered unprecedented financial compensation in exchange for forfeiture of their right to investigate liabilities. The scope of the official investigation was kept very limited.
In practically every airline crash since the beginning of black boxes the black boxes have been found. They may be nearly destroyed, their tapes may be unusable, but the boxes were always there. They didn’t vaporize.
Just because an American TV audience was awed by the calamity of the falling towers does not mean mean that the gods of physics were likewise so struck that they relaxed the natural laws. Steel doesn’t melt at 1/5 the required temperature any more than you’d expect to make a horseshoe over a bonfire. A building doesn’t vaporize into its own footprint without well placed charges. Demolition companies would be out of work if all it took to fell two of the world’s tallest buildings was jet fuel.
A curious bit of evidence points to the hijackers having been assisted in their Florida flight training by the CIA. The flight school, even their rental car, was tied to the CIA. This detail makes for a very unique conspiracy theory indeed because it doesn’t suggest that everybody was in on it.
Why would the aspiring hijackers have needed the help of CIA? To evade the watchful eyes of the FBI. In fact the evidence became public that at several points the FBI had to be told to back off.
These days, even pre-911, you couldn’t buy a cup of coffee without somebody knowing about it. We saw with the quick apprehension of Timothy McVey that ATM transactions, credit card activities and car rentals are very easily sniffed out by the FBI. Where else could 19 single middle eastern men with Interpol profiles have rented a car but from an rental agency not listed in the phone book, not affiliated with national chains, and owned by someone with ties to the CIA?
Not everybody wanted to see the US attacked.
Believe what you want. Dismiss any of the 911 eleven theories which to you sound extreme. But you’ll probably also have to dismiss the theory that every last one of this nation’s defense systems failed that day, and that it’s alright that all the evidence is missing too.
It took over an hour for the planes to reach their destinations, we didn’t know they had diverted from their flight plans, we didn’t scramble jets to intercept, then we destroy all the Air Traffic Controller audio tapes of the ordeal?
The conclusion is horrific yes.
An Iraqi remembrance
Holiday season event, date to be announced.
When we dismantled the 1900 CROSS IRAQ WAR MEMORIAL on October 13, we recited the names of all the US soldiers killed in the war in Iraq. Recalling the recitation of the American names, CAMP CASEY will next attempt to memorialize the people of Iraq who lost their lives.
This remembrance performance will require a chorus of at least twelve people, half male, half female, half of each of them children. A larger group can certainly be accomodated, as long as the make-up remains three parts men, three parts women, three parts boys, three parts girls.
As a lead vocalist reads the first names from the official list of US casualties, the chorus will punctuate each American name with a rythmic chant of Islamic first names to represent the Iraqi dead. Each member of the chorus will be assigned a set of four Islamic names, appropriate to their gender.
Between each American name, the chorus of twelve people will simultaneously chant four names in quick succession:
“Abdallah, Saleh, Sabah, Jabbar.”
“Qasem, Ahmad, Ali, Nusseir.”
“Yahya, Yaseen, Khaled, Ammar.”
“Ziyad, Taha, Nayef, Munther.”
“Hameed, Salah, Leith, Wahhab.”
“Mushtaq, Riyad, Basem, Mahdi.”
“Aziz, Nafe, Omar, Shiya.”
“Hussein, Dia, Jalal, Abbas.”
One man and one boy would voice a base rhythm of “Mohammad, Mohammad, Mohammad, Mohammad.”
The effect will be to have 48 Iraqi names called out for every American name, two thousand times.
The emperor has no clothes goddamnit
In Hans Christian Andersen’s THE EMPEROR’S NEW CLOTHES, a little boy is finally able to say what no one else would: the emperor had no clothes! The key element which Andersen left out of the fable was this: access!
Everywhere you turn today you can find people frothing at the mouth for the chance to say “the president has no clothes!” But no one can hear it. Television reporters can look at you with a cynical smile, even offer their agreement, but the message goes no further than their camera lens.
People with access to those in power don’t seem up to making a peep. What about their friends? Doesn’t anyone chide whoever is above them on the food chain for not stating the obvious? What do White House minions say to their relatives over the holidays? Do they fear something from speaking out about which we don’t?
Would a danger to their persons or livelihood be relevant? Many of those people are our elected representatives. Wouldn’t it be their job to cry out? And what about our cultural heroes? They owe their popularity to the largess of the people. Where are they to speak out?
Lance Armstrong can beat seven seasons of Frenchmen, he can beat cancer, but he doesn’t dare face off our little emperor in his skivvies?
This president has no clothes! Before we get caught up arguing with those who would take the accusation literally, let’s say that by no clothes we mean no brain, and he absolutely has no heart. Both of these observations are unimpeachable. We see it everyday on TV. The president is a moron. And we see what he is doing. Heartless.
Or do you stand among those in Andersen’s fable who would have said “nonsense, little boy, your heart is simply not pure enough for you to be able to see his clothes.” Any child reading along with you would put you in your place. Unless he was resigned already that you were deceiving him for some reason, he’d call you a fool.
And he’d be right, because this emperor does not have a stitch of anything on!
I have nothing against naked loony psychopaths, but it’s fairly accepted that they are best kept in institutions where they will not harm the rest of us. Those who would prop a rampaging mentally disabled lunatic into the president’s office, declining to comment on his quite visible impairments, instead declaring him “the best man for the job” so they might continue to line their own pockets, those people must be put into prison.
This emperor’s courtiers: the influence peddlers, opportunists, crooks and stooges are the true danger. They maintain the barricade over which the little boy’s voice cannot be heard.
But on our side of the barricade, in the free speech zone, we hear him.
Have your cake and eat it
Protest concept 4 BODY BAGS
Instead of coffins, let’s reflect upon the returning U.S. corpses at an earlier stage, in their body bags.
Instead of uniform boxes, we’ll sample the various sizes of body bags used, dependent upon what remained of the lost soldier. IED, mortar,fire.
Instead of names, we’ll mark each variant bag with a likely cause of death, and the corresponding number of fatalities for each.
Instead of limiting ourselves to those soldiers lost in Iraq, we’ll mark those lost -and to be lost- who’ve already returned home.
A hospital bed will mark those lost to Depleted Uranium or Anthrax. A bottle will mark those lost to alcoholism. Etc.
Iraq War protest concept 3 PINATA
Four uniformed soldiers will guard the perimeter of a square five or so yards across. The soldiers will face outward on each side, standing at ease, but vigilant.
Inside the guarded area will hang a pinata, an effigy of the earth perhaps, or some other representation.
Also inside the perimeter will be a banker or two, business men in suits, who will be beating the pinata with a baseball bat. The businessmen will not be blindfolded and will beat the pinata ceaselessly and with determination.
The pinata will be sturdy, but filled with a sponge saturated with a red liquid. Each blow of the bat will spray blood unto the backs of the military personel standing guard.
Iraq War protest concept 2 LONG DISTANCE CONNECTION
A red telephone will float at the surface of an open steel barrel filled with red liquid. The sides of the barrel will be covered with pictures of Iraqi civilian casualties. The handset will be coated with red syrup.
When the handset is handled and held close to the ear, a looped recording will feature the voice of a friend or relative over a long distance telephone line:
“I don’t know anyone who’s gone to Iraq. I don’t know anyone who knows anyone who’s gone to Iraq. I don’t know what’s happening there at all. It doesn’t really touch my life. I feel kind of strange about it I guess. It just doesn’t have anything to do with me.”
Returning the handset to the phone, one’s hand will appear bloodied.
Anti War concept SUICIDE BOMBER REINACTMENT
It is proposed that we ask participants to gather together in the center of the lot and someone in their midst will “explode.” We’ll use a combination of noise, streams of graffiti, flour and whatever else in the air to simulate what is now everyday in Baghdad.
Some participants will be coached by veterans who’ve returned from Iraq, as to which victims should scream, which should run, which should stand with their hands cupped to their ears, dazed.
Photographers will be permitted to take shots from vantage points on the roofs, spectators will be cordoned off, although the actual simulation might be staged outside of the expected area.
Timing will also be unpredictable. Suspected bombers will circulate interminably. Spectators will be asked to try to identify potential threats. Participants may be coached to avoid congregating in groups large enough to attract a suicide bomber. Hopefully we’ll achieve an awareness of something of the insecurity that Iraqis must live with every day.