Project Willow wrote:Riddler, have I missed some personal narrative? When did doubt creep in and what, if anything, nudged it?
I'll be thinking of you and the others in NY, are you participating in any events?
I will be giving all forms of mass media a wide berth, and hopefully enjoying some diversionary croquet and catch at a public park.
What are other folks doing?
It's a long story. My very first thought, seeing the Towers on fire on live TV, was that this was a Reichstag Fire event, as, in fact, I had been expecting since the selection of the Bush. In fact, I had been anticipating since the 1980s that the day would come when the US would have to stage a war on itself to justify the endless global war.
But damn it, it was in New York, something obvious that I should have also expected! And that hurt, and I was worried about my family. Other thoughts in those moments were that there will be war and war and war, and a total surveillance state, and much every-day paranoia, and a financial crash. At least 1000 foreign brown people would have to die for every person killed in this attack, because Americans were going to go bug nuts about it and not want to know anything about the even worse sufferings that their government had perpetrated on others. In general they would be angry, they would desire revenge on the foreigners, and they would never question their own goodness.
I briefly got my brother on the phone, when it was hard to reach anyone, and amid the worry about various people (who all turned out to be fine) I told him to believe nothing he hears and only half of what he sees. Sudden world-changing events of this kind tend to have murky backgrounds and uncertain beneficiaries. He anticipated the style of debunker rhetoric: "What, are you telling me George Bush crashed planes into the Towers to declare martial law?!"
After the Towers fell, I was just in shock, and didn't question, just watched and watched. I told myself I'd just seen 10,000 people die before my eyes. We had all seen it. Two or four billion people, together, had just watched at least 10,000 people murdered on live TV. I frantically tried to reach everyone I knew, and everything was busy. (The first call that connected was to Michigan.)
I kept a journal starting a couple of hours after the collapse, which can be read here:
http://www.911truth.org/osamas/diary.htmlThen I got pretty nearly the drunkest of my life.
Then I spent several days believing it had to be the official story, watching a lot of TV and wanting to kill Taliban personally. Everything was kind of doom and doom, and I paid a lot of visits to friends to tell them they were precious to me. Also, I was hoping that a right-wing militarist regime imposed by election fraud and sporting a long criminal pedigree could restrain itself from the genocidal aggression and world war that the attack seemed designed to inspire.
Then on Saturday, I heard about the Magic Passport, and poof! The spell was broken.
Then I did a lot of research, determined to support the official narrative, given my natural tendency to see a covert operation (as based in history), and to be skeptical of all claims.
Nevertheless, as the weeks went by, the preponderance of the available evidence as I saw it spoke a certain way...
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