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According to high-ranking eye-witnesses, after making
himself unavailable during the crucial opening phases of
the terrorist attacks, Cheney had made his way to the
Pentagon bunker in time to re-assert his orders that
stood down those defenses, too. The other order given
by the vice-president resulted in the shoot down of
Flight 93 over a little town in Pennsylvania by a
pursuing F-16. [Days Of Deception: Ground Zero And Beyond by
William Thomas]
This much is documented. This much we know.
And yet the complete U.S. media black-out surrounding
these events – as well as the repeated blocking by
Bush administration officials of CIA and U.S. military
investigations and interrogations that would have
captured several of the hijackers, including alleged
ringleader Mohamed Atta, weeks before the attacks –
demonstrate how even lesser evils like chemtrails can be successfully kept from public purview.
Even when those telltale lines in the sky are so persistently scrawled right over our heads.
As I later wrote in All Fall Down: The Politics of Terror and Mass Persuasion – the first book published
on 9/11:
We came to this moment in ways and places we will never forget, holding our TV clickers as
gingerly as betraying wands summoning evil jinn. We watched slack-jawed, silent or silently
cursing, unable to grasp what we were seeing.
The images were grotesque, impossible, preposterous. Assailed by revulsion and vertigo, unable
to look away, we watched hypnotized by horror as endless replays relentlessly revealed huge
airliners floating through the air – too low! too low! – before banking like fighters to harpoon twin
skyscrapers taller than three Titanics stood on-end.
Staring like passengers assured of the absolute impossibility of the disaster now unfolding, we
discovered that big buildings are just as vulnerable as big ships to the inexorable laws of mass,
inertia, and gravity. Not since the funeral of a princess did an entire grieving world gape so grimly
at the same event. From sunny fishing villages in Honshu, to sleepy European capitals, a
bungalow in Maine, a hideout fitted with life-support for a Saudi millionaire…voices in a babble of
dialects were shouting the same four words: “Turn on your TV!”
One billion of us did.
And in the glow that replaced archaic campfires with flickering images watched by a global tribe,
something in us died as suddenly and irrevocably as those kindred lives before our stricken
eyes. Gone in a heartbeat, gone forever was the illusion of our pampered invulnerability.
Tragically, ominously, ironically and incontrovertibly, the immediate aftermath of Black Tuesday would
also prove conclusively that chemtrails had nothing to do with commercial airliners or contrails.