form follows function. who REALLY benefitted from sept 11?

the men behind the curtain

The date is September 8, 2001. The plane lands in Kabul. You wouldn’t recognize this particular passenger as being an American, with the beard and the darker skin, but he is. Instead of having his papers checked after deboarding, he uses hundred-dollar bills as his passports. He carries a sack and a suitcase and meets two guides in a bar outside town.

His guides take him through the desert in an old Jeep, and they cross into Afghanistan without incident. After two hundred miles and a half-day of rough driving, the terrain becomes too tough for vehicles and they switch to camels that have been left at the predetermined place for their convenience.

The American and his guides reach an isolated cave, and the American tosses the sack at a tall bearded man with a turban who is surrounded by guards. The tall man dumps bricks of cash onto the floor and sets a few of the guards to counting them, and in the middle of the money is a coded message. Two of the guards pull automatic weapons from under their robes and decimate the guides standing next to the American.

Immediately, the American opens his suitcase and starts assembling various pieces of sophisticated communications equipment. It’s now his job, with help from the inside, to keep this bearded prophet alive until his orders tell him differently.

***

Flash back to 1998. Almost a dozen suited businessmen are sitting around a table in a fancy restaurant discussing the state of the nation. Some of these men are from Texas, with slimy pockets full of oily dollars. They are grave men, shaken by the fact that nothing can harm the current president’s popularity and the idea that his vice president might get to just roll right into the White House. The forecast shows apathetic voters making the race nearly even, but the Florida governor smiles and says:

“If he loses, it won’t be because of MY state.”

Another person at the table pipes up and says, “We don’t need him to be Roosevelt or anything, we just need to get his ass in there. The Plan should take care of any shortcomings he might have as a leader, and once it happens, we will have no trouble getting our interests served.”

Glasses are raised and the man at the head of the table proposes a toast. “Here’s to Iraqi oil, a new pipeline through Afghanistan, and the end of that little thorn in our sides they like to call the ‘Bill of Rights.’"

***

Now it’s September 11, 2001. The American has brought a tape back to the caves, just about fifteen minutes of CNN he has managed to obtain from a nearby town. The turbaned man does not smile, but looks grave.

“How do we know they won’t just shoot a few missiles at some utility sheds in the desert like last time?”

The American is already packing his things into a duffel bag. “This isn’t like bombing an embassy or killing some troops. This thing was designed to inspire fear. Now they will stop at nothing short of a war against someone, anyone.”

The days pass and several messengers from Afghanistan's ruling party visit and try to persuade the tall bearded man to leave the country. They don’t dare ask him to turn himself in or even think of offering him to the American forces, for this man is a hero to the Afghani people.

Eventually, the promised war comes and the messenger is intercepting messages from soldiers and getting coded messages from his inside men telling him where the next bombs will fall, where the next raids will be. The holy man is moved from cave to cave in the dead of night, sometimes just minutes or hours before the former safe places explode into flames.

***

Skip ahead a year to late 2002. A representative of the Texas cartel is meeting personally with a mustachioed man in a beret. This man is the leader of Iraq, and he is pissed.

“I won’t pay it. That’s just too much! When I let the inspectors in and they don’t find any weapons I won’t even have to pay you anything at all, so my answer is no.”

The representative just nods and walks out. The tyrant isn’t stupid. He knows the war will come even if he pays. The dunce in the White House is screwing up on the home stage, and he needs yet ANOTHER war to take the focus off his domestic problems.

The war comes. The tyrant is well-connected, and spends months hopping from basement to basement, but the Americans are in hot pursuit and he doesn’t have the benefit of an inside agent telling him where not to go and what places will be safe until the dawn.

But the chasing ends one day. It almost seems that the Americans have given up the search, and the tyrant finds he can spend days in the same location and no troops are knocking down the doors. This is the lull he has been worrying about.

There is a practice in the stock market of having a set dollar amount for a particular stock, and once the stock hits that level, the broker will sell it automatically. The president’s approval rating has fallen into the red zone, and it is time to cash in a chip. The tyrant’s safe-house is raided and the American masses have been sated, for the present.

***

More flashing ahead, this time right past the present and into late September 2004. The race for the president is viciously close, with the internet’s Democratic champion just slightly ahead in the polls. The sitting President needs to do something, and do it fast. It’s time to cash in his other chip.

The agent in the Afghan mountains gets the message he all but knew would come. Instead of telling him where the troops are going to strike next, it simply says, ‘Make tracks.’

In the middle of the night, the agent deletes all the files from his computers, gets rid of his fingerprints and any other traces of his prescnce, and steps outside for a smoke. He skillfully snaps the neck of the guard posted outside the cave and scurries into the night.

Minutes later, helicopters descend and special forces dressed all in black climb down on ladders. Reporters have gotten orders to be 'embedded' with these troops and they assemble cameras outside the caves just in time to catch the prophet being brought out in shackles, astounded by the treacherousness of his former secret allies.

People see this on FoxNews and decide to vote Republican.

*Author's note: This is a fictitious story based merely on some paranoid suspicious delusions. Still, I feel there is more truth behind these words than anything you will get to hear on television. If you don't want the ending to come true, send this link to people so they can ponder these ideas. I wrote this to demonstrate my freedom of speech, something we might not get to keep if enough people follow the cult of the elephant this November.