#911 Today is a day of thought and reflection for me. My first 9-11 event was in 1973 when I found myself in Santiago, Chile when the military coup erupted. I could not believe what was happening. I was staying at a Sheraton Hotel and dared not leave. All of a sudden, I saw US Army officers all over the place. I Was told to go to my room and not to leave. I was confined to my room for 10 days. I was allowed to leave after signing an agreement saying that if I talked about anything that I saw, I would face ten years in a US prison under the Espionage Act. Two US citizens were killed by the Chilean Army. My second 9-11 event came in 1998. I arrived in Houston and could not stay there. I had $200 to my name. I bought a bus ticket to San Jose, California. I wanted to find my ex-wife and make contact with a news reporter named Gary Webb. I had a lot of information on CIA involvement in drug dealing. Gary was investigating this matter. My belongings were in several cardboard boxes. I rode the bus for two days to get to San Jose. It was as sunny and glorious afternoon when I arrived. I was full of optimism and hope. I found a room in a $ 30-a-night hotel. It was clean and nice. My third 9-11 event happened on a sunny Friday afternoon in the Willow Glen section of San Jose. I was eating dinner at the Crowne Plaza Mexican restaurant. A man named Paul Lir Alexander who I thought was a friend told me to go there and that he would call me. He never called. 6 US Marshals came in. I was arrested for civil contempt of court for failure to obey a judge's order and report to a federal official. I was handcuffed. I was hauled to the Santa Clara County jail. I was given paperwork telling me that I was facing 18 months in prison. My fourth 9-11 event happened on Tuesday in the year 2001. I was working at Telewave, Inc. A television was brought out and turned on. I watched in horror as I saw jet airliners crashing into the two huge twin towers in New York City Washington, DC was under attack. Was World War III starting. I called my wife Elena and my son Pedro to make sure that they were all right. I could not believe what was happening in my country.
Whether it's a conspiracy or plot I was kind of unmoved by 9/11. If the sprinkler systems got broke it was over. Basic fire fighting. Get the lower levels out, get your personnel out. A bunch of cops and fire fighters were killed for no reason. Should have only been 500-800 max given the time of day in that time zone and where the planes hit. Trying to be a hero, dying to save the people that ended up dying is kind of stupid.
It's like war. Sometimes you have to retreat and even disobey commands. Who the flying fuck thought they were putting out those fires in a high rise? Or a 400-500 knot projectile couldn't damage the structure? ATC couldn't give warning? Highjacking would almost certainly end ATC coms well before. That whole day has always been weird to me. Why doesn't the Pentagon have defenses against anything besides gates and tire spikes. Three planes had pussies and one had people willing to fight back?
I don't do conspiracies generally, but it doesn't add up. I'd have zero issue risking death if a terrorist took over a plane. I fly enough and my head is on a swivel once I'm boarding. Then I'm always watching. Yes profiling ANYONE that looks shady. Not just Muslims.
Three planes had pussies and one had people willing to fight back?
That is unfair. Before 9/11, hijackers did not kill passengers and why risk your life to protect airline profits. Try hijacking a plane today, you will get mobbed by the passengers.
It just goes to show - way back in the day, globohomo didn't care who you were - they just recruited you, like ohomenbot. I'm surprised their standards have risen so high, but then again, wasn't the only qualification to be able to suck dick and eat ass?
My second 9-11 event came in 1998. I arrived in Houston and could not stay there. I had $200 to my name. I bought a bus ticket to San Jose, California. I wanted to find my ex-wife and make contact with a news reporter named Gary Webb. I had a lot of information on CIA involvement in drug dealing. Gary was investigating this matter. My belongings were in several cardboard boxes. I rode the bus for two days to get to San Jose. It was as sunny and glorious afternoon when I arrived. I was full of optimism and hope. I found a room in a $ 30-a-night hotel. It was clean and nice.
My third 9-11 event happened on a sunny Friday afternoon in the Willow Glen section of San Jose. I was eating dinner at the Crowne Plaza Mexican restaurant. A man named Paul Lir Alexander who I thought was a friend told me to go there and that he would call me. He never called. 6 US Marshals came in. I was arrested for civil contempt of court for failure to obey a judge's order and report to a federal official. I was handcuffed. I was hauled to the Santa Clara County jail. I was given paperwork telling me that I was facing 18 months in prison.
My fourth 9-11 event happened on Tuesday in the year 2001. I was working at Telewave, Inc. A television was brought out and turned on. I watched in horror as I saw jet airliners crashing into the two huge twin towers in New York City Washington, DC was under attack. Was World War III starting. I called my wife Elena and my son Pedro to make sure that they were all right. I could not believe what was happening in my country.