I am angry. I’ve been angry for several years. Revisiting the events of 9/11 has stoked the fires of anger. I have reviewed hours and hours of official testimony of the events of 9/11. I watched various conspiracy videos on YouTube. I have read recently published highly redacted declassified CIA reports. I have listened to both sides, the truthers vs the debunkers and have decided that the truthers won the debate.
What does that say about me? Am I just an angry old man wanting revenge for that horrible day? Is my personal 9/11 project just a substitute for failures in my own life? I don’t know. Possibly. Probably, to some degree.
Where do I go from here? Has my project helped me or harmed me? Has it enlightened others or have I caused more darkness in the world?
This is what I know for sure: somebody stole my country. The theft happened on a beautiful September morn right before my eyes. That day, the mantra for millions was, “This can’t be happening.”
To those that stole my country; I know what you did. I can’t prove it. You will probably get away with it, but in my heart I know what you did. Yes, Osama bin Laden played his part but I know that the conspiracy is much wider and deeper than you want me to think it is. You can’t piss on my leg and tell me its raining. I didn’t fall for it.
So I am going to wrap it up and move on. Let someone else take up the pursuit.
Many years ago I took an oath when I joined the United States Air Force. It went something like this; “I, do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter. So help me God.”
The duty to protect the Constitution does NOT end with a honorable discharge. The oath is for life. There are millions of us who took that oath.
At first, I started to buy the story of hijackers using planes as weapons of mass destruction. But, something didn’t add up. I couldn’t put my finger on it but I knew something was off; not quite right. As time went on my suspicions grew. It galled me to see the Bush Administration drag its feet on establishing an investigative review of that day. I was ashamed that the families of victims of 9/11 had to fight for an official inquiry. I began to think, “What are they hiding?”
I was not alone. Soon there were murmurs of an inside job. There was hushed talk of traitorous actions in the highest levels of government. But there was no mechanism to investigate the rumors. There had been hopes that a new administration would examine the possibility of war crimes committed by the Bush Administration (and Clinton Administration) but that didn’t pan out.
So the people are left with ugly nagging thoughts of betrayal. A dark stain had been placed on America’s soul.
In a post-9/11 America, the security business is booming. We want video cameras on every street corner. Habeas Corpus has been suspended. Search warrants are not as important anymore. Our freedoms are being eroded. Police departments have become militarized with SWAT teams and urban tactical units.
The rest of the world has suffered too. Countless thousands have died in the wars caused by 9/11. Why did we invade Iraq? Where were those weapons of mass destruction that our government warned us about?
Our brave troops are returning home broken. Suicides are at all-time highs among our veterans. We were supposed to be the good guys.
They say hindsight is 20-20. Looking back at the last eleven years prompts me to ask, “Was this about the oil? Did 3,000 Americans die on 9/11 so that American interests can secure oil reserves in the Middle East? Was 9/11 a false flag operation? Was 9/11 an excuse to go to war?”
I suppose I should be thankful that the real planners of 9/11 were merciful. ONLY 3,000 died on 9/11. It could have been 10 times that many, easily.
To the planners of 9/11, I know what you did. I can’t prove it, but I know. I don’t have empirical irrefutable evidence, but I know what you did.
Your official story is unraveling. Modern forensics, declassified documents, and new witness testimony are pointing blame in a new direction. You can’t hide for long.
Hopefully, America can wash away the stain of a wayward rogue element of its government. One day we will live free again.
I forgot that I vowed to NEVER FORGET 9/11. To those families that suffered unimaginable pain of losing their loved ones, to those hurt and killed on that day, to all the first responders and emergency workers who searched for survivors, to all of our troops that went to war to avenge 9/11, to the brave souls that are not intimidated by powerful corrupt forces in the highest places of our society, I write this to honor you.