"Naturally, the common people don't want war ... but after all it is the leaders of a country who determine the policy, and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is to tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in every country."
-Hermann Goering
Again, I hate writing about things not musical here. And I'm not going to enjoy writing this. But speaking of 757s...
Every catastrophic event leads to hordes of frothing conspiracy theorists coming out of the woodwork to spew nonsensical rants about why, say, Daffy Duck actually was the second gunman on the grassy knoll. Somewhere there is "evidence" that Rumsfeld himself went up in a plane last year and seeded the very clouds that eventually formed Hurricane Katrina to wipe out poor black people in NO. Easily laughed at, and just as easily dismissed as ill-informed psychopathic drooling concocted by those with too much idle time on their hands.
Then I stumbled across this:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6302880871177953720
Watch for yourself with an open mind. It's almost 90 minutes long, but a veritable orgiastic smorgasbord if you seek food for thought.
This, among other things, has been troubling me deeply since 9/12/01. As I just wrote to a good friend, I am very familiar with the size and shape of a Boeing 757. In fact, just as an observer, it's my favorite plane. They're so damn cute, possessed of a certain canine aesthetic which almost says "throw me the damn ball already."
There is no way in hell a 757 hit the Pentagon or went down in Shanksville. Hole in building/crater in ground way too small, no debris, no tail section, no wings, no engines. And no bodies.
I think I've mentioned her before around here. Though she graduated fourteen years after I did, Deora Bodley, a passenger on United 93 on 9/11, went to my high school. I did not know her, but being that it's a very small school her death shook the extended alumni community hard.
She got on that 757 in Newark bound for SF, but the thing that crashed in Shanksville was not that plane.
Where is Deora?
Time to question absolutely everything. On the plus side, that's easier than ever. We're surrounded on all sides by the worst liars in the world, after all. Interesting times indeed.
Posted by eric at August 27, 2006 10:54 PM