When someone first proposed to me the theory that the official 9/11 story was a fabrication, I discounted him as a fool. It was 2006 and I was in Haiti researching a book that I would publish years later. He was an American. I can barely remember him. I recall that we’d had a couple of long conversations about the lies underlying Canadian and American foreign policy towards Haiti in particular and everywhere else more generally. But I was surprised to find that such an articulate, knowledgeable young man could be so clueless as to reject the official story of 9/11. I’m afraid I discounted him after that as a quack.
A year later, I was asked to write a review essay on the war in Afghanistan for the Journal of Canadian Studies. In preparation, I read everything possible. What was missing from all the academic literature was any analysis of 9/11, the putative cause for the war. I had seen the buildings fall over and over in the days and weeks after the attacks, the crime. But I looked at the buildings falling once again in 2007. And it was clear that the towers did not fall to the ground; they exploded outwards, from the top down. They were being blown apart. How? More concerning was how I hadn’t noticed that at the time. How was it possible that, in 2001, I had believed I was seeing what they told me I was seeing? And not what I saw?
I wrote a couple of courses on foreign policy and the current world system after that. During that period, I read everything that critical analysts produced on the 9/11 attacks. From every angle, they smashed the official story to smithereens. But people continued to believe that story unquestioningly. Literally, without question. As I researched the courses on foreign policy, I encountered the same fraud from the government and media sources everywhere. Nothing was as it had been presented to the public. No war. No philanthropic intervention. No alliance. No action. The truest believers in the sanctity of history were the professional historians. They tinkered around the edges so that they could debate irrelevant issues at conferences. But they knew what was off limits if they wanted to keep their jobs. No wonder history, as told, was so boring.
But that boring history is just what the public wanted. No questions. Most people wanted to know only what they needed to get ahead. But I’m not going to go down that road here. This is about what 9/11 tells us about this covid nonsense.
After twenty years, if people haven’t yet noticed that all the pillars and every single brick of the 9/11 story is either obviously false or highly suspect, then there is no point in proceeding point by point. After twenty months of the covid story, there is no longer any purpose in pointing out the obvious. Something else is at play. People believe what they want to believe for reasons that they could never articulate. But, since it is somewhere in their subconcious, they can’t articulate it until they become aware, conscious, free.
But there is one observation that I want to make about how these outrageous, enormous schemes work. Only THEY know what is happening. THEY know that the rest of us will have to speculate. So, when people say to us, “Well, if the official story isn’t true, then tell me what did happen on 9/11.” And THEY know that no one will ever be able to put together the entire story. (I actually have a pretty developed theory as to what happened, but it is all based on theorizing from facts. There will never be a document that says, “Here’s how we executed the 9/11 plan and killed thousands of people to start a war and advance the security state.”) Similarly, there will never be a document that says, “This is how we are going to implement 5G, turn humans into biodigital things, advance world governance, and enslave all humans to us.”
And, so, when your neighbours say, “Well, if it isn’t virus, what is it?” you already know there’s no point in carrying on. They start from the conclusion and fit the facts into it.
If you start from the facts, assemble them, and then draw conclusions, you will be very lonely.