‘They deserved it’. Anonymous German Jew (2000)
I am a writer, an amateur. I love to blog. I am also capable of spinning fiction. Spinning is fun, just like riding a fake horse on a merry-go-around from an amusement park. The news media amuses me the most for telling lies. But when certain sources tell me something weird, regarding the 9/11 event, I’ve nothing else to do, noone else to turn to, and nowhere to go, except stay upstairs in the computer room (or formerly a bed-room) and mess around with my weblog site.
Everyone is entitled to his/her/its own opinions, of course. Without freedom of speech and the internet and with censorship in the form of well-paid, spin doctors via the news media, we would actually have to talk to people face to face. That’s yucky with the smell of bad breath and the full range of emotion when trying to debate someone else more intelligent than moi.
Anyway, in light of the upcoming anniversary to the fallen twin buildings, I really think that event was an inside job. It represents a wake up call to the people of the United States. It represents the collapse of the United States economy. It represents that the federal government (like parental units) must seceded and let its children (the American taxpayers) go and be a sovereign nation.
This is change. To believe there is something wrong and how righteousness is possible in all. I didn’t stick my name on the petition online. When y’all ‘Google’ my ‘real’ name, the last name of the executive director of that particular website is the same last name of my boyfriend, whom I met at my first ‘real’ desk job over ten years ago. He still lives in the Bay Area. And we would have gotten married but the relationship didn’t work out.
To know when to stop feeling sorry for oneself and blaming others (like Muslim sympathists) for mistakes that fully accountable, a free-will sovereign citizens must learn to accept is also change. ‘Veiled threats’ by those extremist groups (i.e. Muslims) is not tolerable, especially the children, my wards. I really don’t like those head-hunters. Filipinos would remember these sorts as ‘hoppala hock‘, I think. The popular one was the ‘Abu Sayef’.
Anyway, there were stories of the ‘Taliban’ surrendering to U.S. armed forces. They were transported on flat bed trucks to nowhere. There was no ventilation in at least one of those trucks. Ventilation was provided with a barrage of bullets into the side of the truck. Noone survived. This is one of the many censored spins to ‘protect’ America from the truth — that payback for the ‘Niner-Eleven’ event will never be forgotten. It’s war.
Sadly, noone will remember how Muslim women seem to get into harms way wherever Muslim men exist. There were stories where men abuse women with sticks for showing their feet, where quotas to kill at least ten women is the norm and where a pregnant woman was being stoned by the husband, who was later beaten up by U.S. troops but in turn provided aide to the expectant mother. These stories existed and were based on eyewitnesses, as relayed by ‘the boys’.
Noone deserves to die. But if I too need to protect ‘those boys’, I would take up arms myself. As a matter of fact, I was visualizing over the weekend how I could serve my country in the military armed forces or at least practicing at a local a rifle range. Noone would seem to hire me in the Bay Area, after leaving that big monster of a company. (Just ‘Google’ my ‘original’ domain name via the ‘Images’ section and you will see that I’m wearing a T-shirt with the monster’s name on it.)
So in the meantime, y’all may choose to believe only in love and light and leave your rose-colored glasses on. But eventually people will realize that war is but the end result physically to failed diplomacy verbally. For the sake of example, parental units could teach their children right from wrong verbally. But to have the messages hit home base, spanking (physically) needs to be followed up for the more stubborn free-willed, liberal-thinking upstarts, in my opinion, of course.
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