The 10th Anniversary of the US Government's 9/11 Conspiracy Theory

Only the last residues of the 10th anniversary of 9/11 remain. A few more commentaries, a bit more flag-waving. For the past three weeks, I could not listen to anything but the classical station on my radio dial. The retelling of 9/11 lies was just too much for me to take.

More and more Americans are coming to their senses and realizing that, yes, indeed our government was and still is capable of such a deed. Yet the mainstream media continue to give the standard conspiracy theory of 19 men armed only with box cutters incapacitating the entire US military, strategic air command, intelligence community, law enforcement agencies, and air traffic control system. Wow, if that isn't the most outrageous, unbelievable, preposterous conspiracy theory I've ever heard, I don't know what is.

Prior to waking on the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, I had the following dream: I was walking alone through a war-torn landscape. I could hear gunfire and artillery fire. Fires were burning, and smoke filled the air. Destitute civilians and nearly robotic soldiers were heading toward the fighting, as a voice from above instructed them. I knew this was foolishness; I was intent on going in the other direction, away from the fighting. A soldier angrily stopped me and asked me what I was doing. I lied, saying I was returning home to get my bicycle so that I could make better time than I could walking. As soon as I got my bike, I told him, I'd race toward the fighting. He let me proceed. I walked away, amazed that everyone else was listening to the disembodied voice that urged them on toward the war.

Well, that's what happened, wasn't it! Americans very willingly listened to Bush and Company, skipping happily into Afghanistan to "get" Osama bin Laden! I was one of very few people who spoke out during this time, attending a peace protest even before we entered the fray.

When I first heard about the plane crashing into the first WTC Tower on Sept. 11, 2001, I was dropping my son off at his high school. A shudder went through my body, and the words "They've gone and done it" went through my mind. The "they," however, was not Arab terrorists, though I'm open to the possibility that Arabs conspired with Cheney-Rice and Company to pull it off.

That evening, my son and I went to Circuit City to watch the destruction on their TVs. (I don't own a TV and didn't then either.) This was before Circuit City's TVs were controlled by some central command system that doesn't allow the sales staff to switch stations!

Aaron and I watched the planes and the towers for maybe a half hour on Circuit City's TVs. The first time I saw it, I said to him, "That's a controlled demolition!" I even asked if he saw the puffs of smoke coming out the sides of the buildings. I sure didn't have to be told that by some alternative news agency months later. I could see it for myself. I am convinced that the clarity I brought to watching that scene was due in great part to the fact that I haven't owned a TV since 1990 when I was still living with my now ex-husband. I looked at the images carefully, rather than passively.

But because almost every other American watched the planes and the towers over and over again until they were hypnotized and listened to the mainstream media's lies over and over again until they were brainwashed, very little critical thinking went on. Very little is still going on, but a little more than there once was.