September 11. Along with Nov. 22 (JFK’s assassination), one of a very few dates that brings tears to my eyes the minute I hear it.
The day the world changed. And in both cases our own governments were behind it.
This will be the year that the truth will emerge. In the ten days of broadcasts, I’m sure we’ll discover that most of the people behind it are already dead – the presidents, vice-presidents, cabinet ministers, etc.
NORAD was in on it. NORAD is a division of Northcom, I believe….
I’d better not presume to be able to reel off names and statistics any more. I don’t feel the need to and I couldn’t anyways. The White Hats have a total Declas on President Kennedy and 9/11 thoroughly in hand, I’m certain.
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But oh, the grief! The jumping man. The bodies falling. The phone calls. How could anyone stoop to such depravity?
And then, since then, we find that the whole truth is much, much worse than even 9/11 would have us think.
And we find that we are the enemy. The standard bearers for freedom and our way of life are building thousands of miles of underground tunnels for child trafficking and underground bunkers for adrenochrome and organ harvesting. With mag trains like a home delivery service for the elite. And further and further we find the rabbit hole goes.
I hold the fervent hope that there won’t pass another year before everyone responsible for 9/11 is brought to justice. Not kangaroo courts. Not revenge. But courts of standing with officials of integrity, giving just and unbiased decisions.
Only then will I close the book on 9/11.