My 9/11 Story

Iconic Image of the Ruins of the WTC on 9/11 (Image: AFP PHOTO/Alex Fuchs)

To Begin at the Beginning

I very nearly missed 9/11. When the events of 11 September 2001 began to unfold, I was upstairs in my room incommunicado. Sometime in the early afternoon—shortly after 14:00 in Dublin or 09:00 in New York—I came downstairs to go out for my run. As I walked into the living room I realized immediately that something significant was taking place in New York. I could see (There was a TV set on) that the Twins Towers at the World Trade Center were smoking like two giant incense sticks, but they were still standing. I sat down and for the next few hours I watched the drama unfold, hardly believing that something of this magnitude was actually happening. But it was on television, so it had to be real.

By four o’clock I had seen enough. The towers had disappeared, the huge cloud of dust that had engulfed Manhattan was dissipating and the last plane was down somewhere in Pennsylvania: the event, it seemed, was over. I went out for my run, but I could not think about anything else. What had I just witnessed? Was it the inevitable consequences of US foreign policy? Was it Osama Bin Laden and al-Qaeda? Was it Saddam Hussein and Iraq?

In the weeks and months that followed, these questions would all receive definitive and undeniable answers: nineteen Islamists, members of al-Qaeda, armed only with boxcutters, had hijacked four commercial aircraft : they successfully piloted three of them into the Twin Towers and the Pentagon : the fourth plane was deliberately crashed into a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, when the passengers staged a heroic revolt and threatened to take back control of the aircraft : the attack was planned by Osama Bin Laden, who coordinated events via satellite phone and laptop from the other side of the world (a cave in Afghanistan?). TV documentaries would explain to us how certain engineering and architectural weaknesses in the Twin Towers had contributed to their global collapse : how the terrorist pilots had received their flight instruction in the US : how a concatenation of intelligence failures had allowed the attack to proceed, with catastrophic results.

Never for a moment did I doubt any of this. It all sounded so plausible. I even remembered that when the Towers were smoking, I had actually said to myself:

— Those buildings are coming down. There’s no way they can remain standing after this.

So when the Towers collapsed, I wasn’t really that surprised. And everything else I was being told—the intelligence failures, the passengers’ cellphone calls, the involvement of al-Qaeda and Bin Laden—it all rang true. I did not even question the ability of amateur pilots to pull off such an attack: aren’t we always being told how modern commercial aircraft can practically fly themselves?

So:

• When they told me that nineteen Islamists from the Middle East, armed only with boxcutters, had hijacked commercial aircraft and flown them into the Twin Towers and the Pentagon, even though none of them had ever sat in the cockpit of such aircraft before, I believed them.

• When they told me that the Twin Towers had collapsed to the ground within twenty seconds mostly due to structural failure caused by the burning jet-fuel and subsequent office fires, I believed them.

• When they told me that hijacker Satam al-Suqami’s passport had survived the impact of American Airlines Flight 11 into the North Tower and the ensuing fireball, and had been recovered on or near Vesey Street in pristine condition by a passerby before the collapse of the tower, I believed them.

• When they told me that commercial aircraft had been flown by rank amateurs at speeds of up to 800 kph at altitudes of less than 500 metres, without loss of control or structural integrity, I believed them.

• When they told me that Hani Hanjour, whose flight instructors in Maryland had said that “he could not fly at all” just three weeks before 9/11, had successfully executed a 270-degree turn at a speed of 800 kph while descending more than 650 metres, before flying American Airlines Flight 77 for more than one kilometre at an altitude of just 6 metres and a speed of over 600 kph, I believed them.

• When they told me that more than a dozen passengers on the hijacked aircraft had successfully contacted their loved ones via cellphone from altitudes of several kilometres, and had conversed for up to twenty-five minutes, I believed them.

• When they told me that Mohammed Atta’s luggage had been left behind at Boston’s Logan International Airport, and that when it was searched, it was found to contain incriminating evidence confirming his involvement in a terrorist operation, I believed them.

• When they told me that Osama Bin Laden had coordinated the attacks with a satellite phone and a laptop from a hideout in Afghanistan or Pakistan, I believed them.

• When they told me that videos and audio recordings were subsequently recovered in which Osama Bin Laden admitted his part in the operation, I believed them.

Case closed.

Loose Change or Loose Screws?

To the best of my recollection, I first became aware of the 9/11 Truth movement in 2007, when the final cut of Dylan Avery’s documentary Loose Change was released. I did not catch this documentary when it came out—to this day I have not seen any version of it—but I learnt of it from an episode of the BBC series The Conspiracy Files, which was “investigating” various conspiracy theories surrounding the events of 9/11. This was the first time I had ever heard of such outlandish theories. The idea that what had happened on 9/11 was anything other than a terrorist attack had never even entered my head. Millions of witnesses from around the globe had watched it live on TV: how could it possibly have been anything other than what we were told it was?

The impression I was given by the BBC program was that Avery and his colleagues were deluding themselves. They could not countenance the fact that their country, the World’s only superpower, had been publicly buggered by a bunch of ragheads from a cave in Afghanistan. So they concocted this impossible scenario in which the perpetrators of the attack on America were themselves Americans: 9/11 was an inside job.

The BBC did their work well. They painted Avery and his nerdy pals as the quintessential conspiracy theorists: paranoid, disconnected from reality, nuts. In short, KUR-RAY-ZEE! These self-appointed guardians of truth were nothing more than a sorry bunch of anoraks who had made a home movie in their mom’s basement and could not see how absurd it was. 9/11 was an inside job? Yeah, tell me another. I hadn’t heard anything so risible in all my life. How I laughed.

And that was that. I got on with my life, and the question of 9/11 conspiracy theories did not trouble me for the next five or six years.

Case closed—again.

Ripe for the Plucking

I wasn’t always so dismissive of conspiracy theories. The curious thing is, there was a time when I couldn’t get enough of them.

Among the books I remember reading avidly as a child were several that promoted conspiracy theories. Charles Berlitz, who made a career out of such theories, was, for a while, one of my boyhood heroes. The following list is representative of the sort of books I was spending my pocket money on in the seventies and early eighties:

• The Bermuda Triangle
• Without A Trace
• The Philadelphia Experiment – Project Invisibility
• Atlantis: The Lost Continent Revealed

Many other books by like-minded authors also found their way into my personal library:

• Chariot of the Gods by Erich von Däniken
• In Search of Myths and Monsters by Alan Landsburg
• Arthur C Clarke’s Mysterious World by Simon Walfare and John Fairley
• The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail by Henry Lincoln and Michael Baigent
• In God’s Name by David Yallop

I remember discussing some of these theories with my father. Although he was a devout Catholic, who had no difficulty in accepting all the articles of his faith, he was suspicious of people like Berlitz and Yallop: conspiracy theorists had clear financial incentives to propagate their claims : the more outrageous their claims, the more books they sold : I should not be so trusting : not everyone shared my commitment to the truth. And so on.

By the early eighties I had found a new hero: Immanuel Velikovsky. Although I took issue with some of the things he was saying, his theories on catastrophism and ancient history resonated with me. When the academic world turned on him, I was not sure how I ought to react. The martyr being burned at the stake was one of my heroes, but the man lighting the pyre was another of my heroes: Carl Sagan.

Sometime in the late eighties mainstream thinkers like Sagan began to gain the upper hand, and somewhere along the way I became disenchanted with conspiracy theories. To my personal library I was now adding Cosmos, Broca’s Brain, The Dragons of Eden and Asimov’s New Guide to Science. Perhaps a growing interest in the sciences had awakened my latent skepticism. Or perhaps I was just growing up. Whatever the reason, long before the start of the new millennium I had abandoned the goats and was now a bleating sheep. Now I was the one who rolled his eyes and shook his head in disbelief whenever someone claimed that Sasquatch was real or the Holocaust was fake. I had become my father.

But all was not lost. I may have reached a point in my life where I could no longer take the more extreme claims seriously—the Freemasons own this world and we are their cattle—but I was still quite happy to believe, for example, that Lee Harvey Oswald was a patsy. And I have never lost my conviction that Immanuel Velikovsky was onto something big : he is still one of my heroes. Conspiracy theories, like horseradish or milk-of-magnesia, are easy to swallow in small doses—and in small doses they might even be good for you. But some pills are just too big to swallow, no matter how you coat them.

The simple fact is that we all believe in some conspiracy theories. Most people who scream Twoofer! when they hear the terms 9/11 and an inside job in the same sentence are probably happy to accept the following claims as historical:

• The Roman senator Cicero discovered and exposed a genuine conspiracy led by his fellow senator Cataline to overthrow the Roman Republic.

• The French soldier Alfred Dreyfus was the victim of a Masonic conspiracy, which the novelist Émile Zola exposed in his open letter J’accuse.

• The Second Gulf of Tonkin Incident—4 August 1964—which led to an escalation of US engagement in the Vietnam War, never actually happened.

• While investigating a break-in at the Watergate Hotel in Washington DC, two journalists at the Washington Post, Carl Bernstein and Bob Woodward, uncovered a conspiracy that led all the way to the Oval Office and eventually toppled the administration of President Richard Nixon.

Some of these conspiracies are too remote from us now to have any relevance to our lives, so it makes little difference whether they were real or not, or whether we believe them or not. But what all these conspiracies share is their relatively narrow scope. For each of them to be true, only a few dozen like-minded conspirators are needed. Compare this with the conspiracy that allegedly faked the Apollo program. How many people must have conspired—both before and after the fact—in order to pull off such a hoax? We are not just talking about the astronauts and the NASA technicians who were involved in the program. The Russians too must have been involved, otherwise they would have exposed the fraud—wouldn’t they? Even if we allow for the participation of many unwitting conspirators—innocent dupes who took part in the program, believing it to be real—we are still left with a huge number of alleged conspirators from many different walks of life and scattered across three or four continents. It’s simply inconceivable.

Isn’t it?

I Discover YouTube

The manner in which 9/11 reentered my life was almost comical. In fact, it was literally comical. In late 2014, the British TV channel Dave broadcast the tenth series of the cult sci-fi show Red Dwarf. Back in the late eighties and nineties the BBC had screened eight series of this show, before cancelling it. In the following ten years, the show’s creators made several attempts to revive it—with limited success. Series 10 comprised just six episodes. I watched it without expecting it to amount to much, but to my surprise I found that it held up reasonably well. I had never watched Red Dwarf in its heyday, when it was still on BBC 2, and now I was beginning to regret that.

I decided to go online and see if there were any websites where I could watch the first nine series for free. I googled it. Among the early results were a number of YouTube channels. This surprised me. Over the years I had somehow gotten the idea that YouTube was an annex of Facebook, where people posted home movies of cats playing the piano, dogs surfing, or stuffy business men slipping on icy sidewalks. YouTube was where you shared your wedding videos and holiday movies with your friends and family. It was a repository of the inane, the banal and the inconsequential. My only experience of YouTube was clicking on links in emails or on Facebook and watching five seconds of yet another piece of trivia, before shutting it down and reminding myself never to click on another YouTube link again.

But now Google was telling me that someone had created a channel on YouTube just to share entire episodes of Red Dwarf—and not with their Facebook friends, but with anyone who had an Internet connection. On YouTube, channels had subscribers, not friends. Had I been mistaken about YouTube all along?

I subscribed to one of the channels featuring Red Dwarf, and over the course of the next few months I made my way through all sixty-one episodes of the show’s ten series. It was hugely entertaining and I enjoyed myself immensely. End of story.

Well, not quite. Every evening, when I visited YouTube to watch another episode of Red Dwarf, I noticed that YouTube unfailingly offered me a list of recommended videos—videos that YouTube thought might be of interest to me. I was not surprised to find among these recommendations other channels that featured sci-fi, comedy, TV shows, etc. It made sense that the algorithm which generated this list would use my viewing history as one of its inputs. But YouTube was also trying to get me interested in other channels that were new to me: that also made sense. And it worked. Every evening, when I had watched an episode or two of Red Dwarf, I would go through the list of recommendations and randomly choose videos to watch. Almost overnight, I stopped watching television and started exploring YouTube.

I felt like a explorer who had just discovered an entire new continent, the very existence of which he had never before suspected. Serendipity it is called. By happenstance I had stumbled upon a huge region of cyberspace that was wholly new to me. YouTube, it seemed, was not completely full of the vapid and the vacuous. It was a cornucopia of curiosities, a treasure chest of tidbits, an Amazon of all that is entertaining, enlightening, or just plain interesting.

Think of a subject. Any subject. Got one? Whatever you just thought of, there is a channel on YouTube devoted to it, and nothing but it. In fact, there are probably dozens of channels devoted exclusively to that one subject, no matter how arcane it might be. Recently I have been rewatching the sci-fi series Babylon 5. Just a few days ago I searched on YouTube for Kosh saying good, and what do you know? There’s actually a video on YouTube of Kosh saying Good!

If you want to listen to classical music, no problem: there are channels on YouTube that do nothing but host videos of classical music. Or jazz. Or metal. Or whatever your taste in music might be.

If you want to learn French, pas de problème: there are countless channels ready to assist you every step of the way. Russian? Chinese? Arabic? YouTube has it covered.

If you wish to further your education or fill in any gaps left by your schooling, YouTube is the place to go. There are channels devoted to mathematics, science, art, literature, philosophy, history, geography—in short, an unabridged Roget’s Thesaurus of learning. There are channels that stream entire semesters of lectures on virtually any subject you could possibly be interested in studying.

If you are looking for news, current affairs, social or political commentary, the latest celebrity gossip, or trailers of the hottest new movies, YouTube has it all.

And if you are the sort of person who actually enjoys watching cats playing the piano, dogs surfing, or stuffed shirts slipping on icy sidewalks, then you too are most welcome on youtube.com—the whole World in cyberspace.

It Hasn’t Gone Away, You Know

Almost as soon as I had discovered this Aladdin’s Lamp of endless gifts, I became aware of something strange: among the videos being recommended by YouTube there were always a few that featured the events of 9/11. And to judge by their thumbnails and titles, these videos all appeared to be promoting the idea that 9/11 was an inside job.

My first reaction to this new development was:

— Is this still a thing? I thought this ridiculous idea had been debunked years ago.

At first, I simply ignored these videos. As far as I was concerned, they belonged in the same box as the cat videos. There were simply too many genuinely interesting things on YouTube for me to be wasting my time on such nonsense.

But YouTube was insistent. The more I ignored these videos, the more they seemed to crop up in my list of recommendations. Eventually, curiosity got the better of me and I watched a few of them. Some were exactly as I feared: the lunatic rantings of crackpot conspiracy theorists. But not all: a few among them intrigued me. They presented coherent arguments : they made valid points : they asked questions that I could not answer : they spoke of things that I was unaware of. And the people producing these videos did not strike me as crackpot conspiracy theorists: they were obviously not KUR-RAY-ZEE! They seemed to be rational, level-headed, well educated. In fact, they seemed to be just like me.

It was clear to me that the 9/11 Truth movement was not going away anytime soon. If anything, it was growing from strength to strength. It was only a matter of time before I would be forced to confront it once and for all. In the last week of March 2015, things came to a head and I decided to take the advice of these 9/11 videos: I would do my own research. And April the First seemed an appropriate date on which to set off on this journey.

Researching 9/11

When I began to research 9/11 for myself, I still thought that the claim that it had been an inside job was too farfetched to be true. Did I actually think I was going to find something? Not really. So I said to myself:

— What harm is there in taking a closer look? Just to be sure. Then the next time one of these conspiracy theorists tells you that you need to do your own research, that you can’t trust the mainstream media, that the authorities are lying to you, you can say: I did my own research. I looked into 9/11. I left no stone unturned. And I found nothing. Case closed.

I genuinely thought that after about three or four days of research I would have succeeded in convincing myself that there was indeed nothing to this ridiculous conspiracy theory. But that is not what happened. That is not what happened at all. The three or four days became three or four months, as I delved deeper and deeper into this cesspool.

How does one research 9/11? When I began my research on YouTube, my method was quite straightforward: I would watch the first 9/11 video on my list of recommendations : I would read the comments : if there were links in the description, I would quickly check them out : I would then repeat this process with the next 9/11 video on the list. And so on. Every now and then I would branch out and watch several videos related to the current one. I was gradually building up a picture of the main lines of argument on which the 9/11 conspiracy theory rested. It was only later that I discovered important resources like the Internet Archive’s 9/11 TV Archive.

Two things became clear to me from day one : two things that I had not anticipated : two things that gave me pause for thought:

• Many of the details of the events of 9/11 were news to me.

• Many of the people advocating the 9/11 conspiracy theory were not KUR-RAY-ZEE!

Examples?

Item: After watching a 9/11 video, I would go through the comments section—primarily to see if anyone raised legitimate concerns about the claims being made in the video. Again and again, in video after video, I kept coming across comments like this:

— What about building 7?
— Building seven was never hit by any planes. What about that?
— Building 7 is the smoking gun.

My initial reaction to these comments was:

— What the fuck is Building 7? What are these people talking about?

It was 2015, and I had never heard of Building 7. I followed the matter up and soon discovered that Building 7 was World Trade Center 7, a forty-seven storey steel-frame skyscraper that had collapsed on the evening of 9/11 about eight hours after the Twin Towers.

When I watched a video of Building 7 collapsing, my jaw dropped at freefall acceleration.

— How am I only hearing of this now? I asked myself. Why have I never seen this on TV?

Item: Among the interesting discoveries I made during my initial research was a tribunal called The Toronto Hearings. The participants in this investigation of 9/11 were clearly not paranoid anoraks on the Internet spreading crackpot theories. They were professors : they were scientists : they were experts.

Needless to remark, I had never heard of The Toronto Hearings before.

It was only after I started researching 9/11 for myself that I discovered how many sane people were suspicious—if not actually dismissive—of the official narrative:

• Dario Fo, winner of the Nobel Prize literature in 1997
• Gore Vidal, distinguished writer and political commentator
• Ed Asner, American actor
• Dr Steven E Jones, physicist
• Dr Richard Gage, architect
• Dr Judy Wood BS, MS, Ph D—but still no Wikipedia page
• David Ray Griffin, retired professor of philosophy of religion and theology

Why are none of these people ever interviewed by the mainstream media when the question of 9/11 conspiracy theories comes up? Why were none of these people featured on the BBC’s Conspiracy Files alongside Dylan Avery?

And it was not just individuals of repute who were questioning the official narrative. There were also organizations which had been specifically created to raise legitimate concerns:

• Architects and Engineers for 9/11 Truth
• Pilots for 9/11 Truth
• Scholars for 9/11 Truth
• Scholars for 9/11 Truth and Justice

All news to me, of course.

Conspiracy of Silence

While investigating a dubious conspiracy, I had uncovered a genuine bonafide conspiracy: a conspiracy of silence in the mainstream media:

— Whatever you do, don’t mention Building 7. I mentioned it once or twice, but I think I got away with it.

Among the many things about 9/11 that the mainstream media never mention—things that anyone can see are relevant to an investigation into the events of that day—the following might be noted:

• Building 7

• The Dancing Israelis

• Operations Northern Vigilance, Global Guardian and Vigilant Guardian

• Asbestos

• Larry Silverstein and Frank Lowy

• The Bathtub

• The 1400 toasted cars

• The Earth’s magnetic field

• Hurricane Erin

• Rumsfeld’s missing billions

• Over $60 million was spent by Kenneth Starr and other independent counsels investigating the Whitewater land deal, the Monica Lewinsky affair, and various other scandals linked to the Clinton administration. The 9/11 Commission, however, which was charged with getting to the bottom of the most infamous crime ever committed on American soil, was allocated a mere $15 million. The resulting 9/11 Commission Report failed to mention the collapse of WTC 7.

No mainstream journalist will ever ask George Bush to explain how he could possibly have watched the first plane impacting WTC 1 on a television at Emma E Booker Elementary School.

No mainstream journalist will ever point out that if 9/11 was a surprise terrorist act, the secret service’s first response should have been to whisk the President away to a secure location—not leave him a sitting duck in a public location for twenty or thirty minutes.

No mainstream journalist will ever explain how commercial aircraft could fly at their cruising speeds at altitudes of just a few hundred metres—and without suffering any structural failure—or how novice pilots could maintain full control of the aircraft under such conditions.

No mainstream journalist will ever wonder how each WTC tower suffered global collapse in less than twenty seconds within hours of being hit, even though the seventy-odd floors below the point of impact were undamaged and structurally sound.

No mainstream journalist will ever mention Bill Cooper or his memorable broadcast of 28 June 2001.

No mainstream journalist will ever explain how crashing hijacked aircraft into the Twin Towers will cause fires to break out inside locked and sealed cars on the ground hundreds of metres away.

I was only a few days into my research, and already I was beginning to think that there might actually be something to this crackpot theory after all? If it was just a tissue of lies, why were the media so reluctant to debate these lies openly?

You Can’t Have One Without the Other

By June I had come to the stark realization that the official narrative of 9/11 came with a lot of baggage. Usually this baggage is not mentioned or alluded to in any way, so you are not even aware that it’s there. But you can’t have one without the other. If the official narrative is a true account of what happened on 11 September 2001, then the following must also be true:

• The Presidential Detail of the Secret Service failed to protect the life of the President.

• In New York numerous automobiles spontaneously burst into flames, often on their insides only, for no apparent reason.

• By chance, the terrorists carried out their attack at precisely the same time that several military drills were taking place, including one—Operation Northern Vigilance—in which planes are hijacked by terrorists.

• By some miracle the Bathtub, which surrounds the WTC complex, was not damaged when the 500,000 tonnes of the Twin Towers came crashing down on top of it.

• The impact of United Airlines Flight 93 into the ground vaporized the plane and its passengers, leaving virtually no debris behind.

• The approach and impact of American Airlines Flight 77 was not captured by any cameras at the Pentagon, arguably the most surveilled building on the planet.

• There are no security videos showing any of the hijackers boarding their planes.

• Larry Silverstein and Frank Lowy, two of the most successful investors in American real estate, committed financial suicide by leasing the WTC from the Port Authority of New York for $3.22 billion just seven weeks before 9/11, knowing that the cost of replacing all the asbestos would bankrupt them.

• It was just good luck that on the morning of 9/11 Larry Silverstein did not have breakfast at Windows on the World, as was his wont.

If you are not a conspiracy theorist, then you must be a coincidence theorist. If you do not believe in conspiracies, then you do believe in miracles. If you do not accept that 9/11 was an inside job, then you do accept that the laws of physics are prescriptive laws that may be set aside at will when it suits one to do so.

If you believe the official narrative of 9/11, then you also believe that Pilots for 9/11 Truth is a huge international conspiracy of more than 300 professional pilots who are trying to deceive us. Why would 300 pilots from dozens of different countries conspire together to lie about what happened on 9/11? What could they possibly hope to achieve by convincing us that the manoeuvres executed by the allegedly hijacked aircraft were beyond the abilities of the alleged hijackers?

Maybe those fly-boys are just nuts.

If it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and waddles like a duck, IT’S A FUCKING DUCK!

By the end of June, I was beginning to feel like a surgeon who has just lost his patient on the operating table. The official narrative of 9/11 was too far gone to be saved:

— Time of death: 1 July 2015

Shortly after I had finally bitten the bullet and accepted that I had been deceived about the events of 9/11, I remember looking at myself in a mirror and thinking:

— So that’s what a conspiracy theorist looks like.

All my life I had bought into that image of the archetypal conspiracy theorist: paranoid shut-in : tin-foil hat on his head because the government is trying to steal his thoughts : bin-liners taped to the windows to keep out the deadly radiation : reams of old newspapers piling up : unopened bottles of lithium, because the aliens can track him when he’s on his meds : constantly muttering to himself of JFK, Apollo and 9/11.

But it’s all nonsense. It’s just another big lie. An attempt to prejudice us against anyone who dares to shine a light in the darkness, anyone whose commitment to the truth must be ridiculed by referring to them as a conspiracy theorist, a twoofer, or a hoaxtard.

A conspiracy theorist is just an ordinary human being who has weighed the official narrative in the balance and found it wanting.

— Ich bin ein Conspiracy Theorist!

Everything Is Back on the Table

So 9/11 was indeed an inside job. The official narrative that was dumped on us by the powers-that-be and the mainstream media is nothing but a steaming pile of horseshit. What are the implications?

If we have been lied to about something as historic as this, how can we believe anything we are told anymore?

If a conspiracy as large and as complex as 9/11 is real, how can we summarily dismiss other conspiracies simply because they are too big to be possible?

• JFK Assassination
• Apollo Lunar Program
• The Holocaust
• Sandy Hook Massacre
• Boston Marathon Bombing
• Malala Yousafzai
• ISIS
• The War on Terror
• Flat Earth

Some of these conspiracy theories were new to me. Others I was aware of, but had never taken seriously. But now? Now, I realized, everything was back on the table. If I wanted to know where the lies ended and the truth began, I would have to research each and every one of these theories for myself. This is something that will probably occupy me for the rest of my life.

Humbling Experience

Researching 9/11 was the most humbling experience of my life. When I began, I believed that I was more intelligent and better educated that the retards on the Internet who were trying to convince me that 9/11 had been an inside job. Imagine my shock when I realized that they had been right all along and I was the fucking retard.

I still have a high-and-mighty opinion of myself. I still think I’m smarter and more erudite than the average truther. But to the psychopaths who run this planet I was just a piece of Play-Doh, to be moulded at will into any shape they desired. Convincing me that 9/11 was no more and no less than what they and their puppets said it was was child’s play to these people.

When I discovered that the mainstream media, our governments, and the whole of the entertainment industry had been lying to me for decades—if not for centuries—and on such an industrial scale, I decided to make some changes in my life. The first casualty was my TV set, which I quickly disposed of. Now if I walk into a room the news is on the TV, I am physically nauseated. I have to get out.

Newspapers were the second casualty. I used to enjoy going through the morning papers to see what was happening in the World. Now I wouldn’t even wipe my arse on these vile rags, let alone read them. They say that the print media are in the last throes of their sorry existence. I hope that is true. I look forward to the day when this cancer on society has finally been excised.

In the aftermath of 9/11 there was a phrase that I remember hearing over and over again: 9/11 changed everything. How I laughed when I first heard those words. The world was shit before 9/11 and it was still shit after 9/11. What exactly did 9/11 change?

9/11 changed nothing. But discovering that 9/11 really was an inside job? That changed everything. It changed my life.

If you would like to know more about 9/11, get the finger out and start researching!