The 10th anniversary of 9/11 is about a month and a half away. I am not looking forward to it. Every news outlet will focus on that for a day, just like Mother’s Day or the 4th of July. Lots of people will write articles about how shocked/surprised/horrified they were. The number of
Damn, I hate school
people who will talk about witnessing the event firsthand will far exceed the population of New York City. And the footage of the planes hitting the towers, and towers 1 and 2 falling to the ground, will be played over and over and over again. I predict that the number of times that is shown will outnumber the times footage of building 7 will be shown by about 1,000 to 1. Just like on the day.
Most people have never even heard of building 7. The powers that be would like it to stay that way. (Building 7, by the way, is the building which fell down, without being hit by any airplane, several hours after the collapse of the twin towers. It did not have the same design or structure as the twin towers, yet it fell straight down just the same)
I’m sure I will be writing a lot more about 9/11 in the coming month and a half because the whole thing really pisses me off. For instance, today over at the Puff Piece Post, there’s an article about an interview with Voldemort George W. Bush about what he was thinking when he was sitting there with that blank, stupid look on his face in the classroom. He said he was trying to “project an air of calm.”
Rubbish. He sat there with a blank face because he didn’t have a clue what he was supposed to do. Also, it was a school. He was probably waiting for orders from the teacher.
I don’t actually believe he knew about the attack in advance -why tell the stupid guy? I’m guessing the conversation went something like this:
ring ring, ring ring
“Hello, Governor Bush speaking”
“Hi, Jeb, it’s Dick”
“Well, hello, Mr. Cheney. What can I do for you?”
“We need a nice little photo-op for your brother next Tuesday, about a quarter to nine in the morning.”
“C’mon, Dick, have you ever tried to get George up that early?”
“It’s important.”
“That’s the big day, huh?”
“Cool it, not on the phone”
“Yeah, sure. O.K., I can set it up for him to visit an elementary school, how’s that?”
“That’ll be great. Thanks a million.”
“My pleasure.”
Think about it. During the biggest terrorist attack ever, Captain McCodpiece was not on the golf course, biking, choking on a pretzel, on his ranch clearing brush or any of those other activities which occupied the vast majority of his presidency. He was reading to a bunch of kids.
That’s the part that makes me think the whole thing was premeditated and carried out by elements of the U.S. government. Seriously, what are the odds?
www.gurukalehuru.com 