Right now at this moment I’m overwhelmed by an intense feeling of disappointment.
As I flip through the various channels of corporate news media I’m watching the propaganda machine go into overdrive. For the past 24 hours the Western World has been in a frenzy; people dancing in the streets, waving flags on the white house lawn, reporters and journalists repeating the same information on live television and all of them celebrating the death of their most formidable foe: Osama bin Laden.
Yes, ladies and gentleman, the boogeyman is dead. On Sunday morning American soldiers, working alongside the CIA and the Pakistani government, stared right into the face of terror and put a bullet in that f***er’s head. We marched right through Pakistan, shoved the American flag up that terrorist’s a** and showed the radical Islamic f***faces that the good ol’ Christian red white and blue always gets their man. Barack Obama is fuckin Superman and we will fuckin destroy anybody that fucks with us, even Gene fuckin Hackman. F***. You. Osama. Yeeeeee f***in haw!
But wait, something about this just doesn’t feel right. I don’t mean to be a pessimist and take anything away from the celebration but the more I think about the circumstances before and after bin Laden’s death, the more I doubt the validity of the information we’ve been given. In fact, I think this whole thing is a flat out lie.
Let’s go all the way back to September 11th, 2001. I’m not going to go through the events that occurred that day or the unbelievable amount of evidence proving that it was impossible for al-Qaeda to have acted alone because we’ve all seen it and we all know it well. If by chance you live somewhere in the jungle and you haven’t had contact with the outside world until today, go ahead and