So last night I dreamt all night long about creating a video game called 9/11 conspiracy based on actual events and evidence that sorted into your categories, What you know | What you Don’t Know | What you Suspect.
Right all,
We are talking about decoding something very large and complex, and that completely flies in the face of what is intuitive. We are being told to disbelieve what we supposedly see, and we have conflicting accounts of various stories.
In investigative reporting, I suggest using a three-column system:
What you know | What you Don’t Know | What you Suspect
What you know can be, “I am sitting in NY right now” and “WTC does not exist as it did.” “There are these issues with the official story.” “We went to war with Afg and Iraq.” “So and so benefited.”
What you don’t know can be, “I don’t know who is the perp.” “I don’t know how that is possible.” “I don’t know where this is all going.” “I don’t know how to resolve this conflict in the facts.”
What you suspect can be, “I suspect I’m being lied to.” “So and so did it for this reason.” “A lot of people are fooled.”
If you start to look at these three lists you will see a pattern. The first list will likely be the longest. The second will contain statements that can be verified or denied. So will the third. Gradually you build a picture.
Just too weird. I’d swear the guy Pieczenik is some kind of weird egomaniac spinning conspiracy theories on a show run by another conspiracy theorist. He sounds crazy. But it must feel like you’re crazy when you know something and are willing to open your eyes and mouth about that something when nobody or so very few others are also willing. Everything in this country encourages us to disbelieve our own eyes, our own internal sense of the logic and rightness of things. When I was remembering sexual abuse from my father, I felt crazy. No one in my family was willing to entertain the idea that my father was a sexual abuser who had sexually abused me. It was awful. Eventually, my father acknowledged it in such an unexpected way that I wish I’d been wired, so I could play his admission back to him so that he could hear what he had said. “I knew I didn’t do that stuff that much!” his subconscious blurted out. When 9/11 happened, and the run up to the invasion of Iraq followed seemingly on the heels of just getting into Afghanistan, my bullshit detectors registered 9 on the Richter Scale. My bullshit detectors are registering 6-9 right now. WTF. OK, why did we shoot an unarmed man, why did we dump his body at sea, why can’t we see the pictures, why, why, why!?!???
If Obama is continuing to spin the narrative, he’s full of shit. My best hope for him when he was elected was that he would investigate 9/11 and out the 9/11 conspirators. I think my exact wish was that he would shine a light so bright up the Cheney/Bush/Neocon assholes, that light would shine out of every orifice illuminating and releasing every last secret of those years. Way too much to hope for, I know. But what or who else do we have to be going on with I ask you.
Get ready for more shit to be coming down the pike. Bullshit and real shit. We thought the BP oil volcano was a big deal, now we’ve got Fukushima, who knows what’s next? All I know is that the world is awfully quiet these days and we’re all waiting for the other shoe to drop.
This is just confusing
The time was ripe and a spiritual teacher gave me a personal koan:
Never Assume!
I contemplated it for weeks.
Realisations:
– I assume I am a certain age, sex and literally gazillions of other ‘things’
– One interesting bottom line is I assume I am ‘human’ and assume this world is ‘solid and real’.
My mind is a little more open through this reflection and still catch it thousands of moments a day assuming something.
This story of Empire is another perfect example…..
precisely.
Wake up, little Susie, wake up
We’ve been sound asleep, wake up, little Susie, and weep
The movie’s over, been another ten years, and we’re in trouble deep
Wake up little Susie
Wake up little Susie, wake up
The story has not been sold.
Among my Afghani neighbors, Mrs B is sure he’s still alive. Her husband thinks they got him this week.
My friend Dominick is sure he was dead 10 years ago.
So last night I dreamt all night long about creating a video game called 9/11 conspiracy based on actual events and evidence that sorted into your categories, What you know | What you Don’t Know | What you Suspect.
Right all,
We are talking about decoding something very large and complex, and that completely flies in the face of what is intuitive. We are being told to disbelieve what we supposedly see, and we have conflicting accounts of various stories.
In investigative reporting, I suggest using a three-column system:
What you know | What you Don’t Know | What you Suspect
What you know can be, “I am sitting in NY right now” and “WTC does not exist as it did.” “There are these issues with the official story.” “We went to war with Afg and Iraq.” “So and so benefited.”
What you don’t know can be, “I don’t know who is the perp.” “I don’t know how that is possible.” “I don’t know where this is all going.” “I don’t know how to resolve this conflict in the facts.”
What you suspect can be, “I suspect I’m being lied to.” “So and so did it for this reason.” “A lot of people are fooled.”
If you start to look at these three lists you will see a pattern. The first list will likely be the longest. The second will contain statements that can be verified or denied. So will the third. Gradually you build a picture.
For instance, http://healthfreedoms.org/2011/05/02/dead-missing-jailed-bp-whistle-blowers/ might merit a bit of attention.
Just too weird. I’d swear the guy Pieczenik is some kind of weird egomaniac spinning conspiracy theories on a show run by another conspiracy theorist. He sounds crazy. But it must feel like you’re crazy when you know something and are willing to open your eyes and mouth about that something when nobody or so very few others are also willing. Everything in this country encourages us to disbelieve our own eyes, our own internal sense of the logic and rightness of things. When I was remembering sexual abuse from my father, I felt crazy. No one in my family was willing to entertain the idea that my father was a sexual abuser who had sexually abused me. It was awful. Eventually, my father acknowledged it in such an unexpected way that I wish I’d been wired, so I could play his admission back to him so that he could hear what he had said. “I knew I didn’t do that stuff that much!” his subconscious blurted out. When 9/11 happened, and the run up to the invasion of Iraq followed seemingly on the heels of just getting into Afghanistan, my bullshit detectors registered 9 on the Richter Scale. My bullshit detectors are registering 6-9 right now. WTF. OK, why did we shoot an unarmed man, why did we dump his body at sea, why can’t we see the pictures, why, why, why!?!???
If Obama is continuing to spin the narrative, he’s full of shit. My best hope for him when he was elected was that he would investigate 9/11 and out the 9/11 conspirators. I think my exact wish was that he would shine a light so bright up the Cheney/Bush/Neocon assholes, that light would shine out of every orifice illuminating and releasing every last secret of those years. Way too much to hope for, I know. But what or who else do we have to be going on with I ask you.
Get ready for more shit to be coming down the pike. Bullshit and real shit. We thought the BP oil volcano was a big deal, now we’ve got Fukushima, who knows what’s next? All I know is that the world is awfully quiet these days and we’re all waiting for the other shoe to drop.
This is just confusing
The time was ripe and a spiritual teacher gave me a personal koan:
Never Assume!
I contemplated it for weeks.
Realisations:
– I assume I am a certain age, sex and literally gazillions of other ‘things’
– One interesting bottom line is I assume I am ‘human’ and assume this world is ‘solid and real’.
My mind is a little more open through this reflection and still catch it thousands of moments a day assuming something.
This story of Empire is another perfect example…..
precisely.
Wake up, little Susie, wake up
We’ve been sound asleep, wake up, little Susie, and weep
The movie’s over, been another ten years, and we’re in trouble deep
Wake up little Susie
Wake up little Susie, wake up
The story has not been sold.
Among my Afghani neighbors, Mrs B is sure he’s still alive. Her husband thinks they got him this week.
My friend Dominick is sure he was dead 10 years ago.