The Mega-Lie Called the “War on Terror”: A Masterpiece of Propaganda September 28, 2007
“If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such time as the state can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie … The truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the state.” –Joseph Goebbels, minister of propaganda in Nazi Germany, 1933-1945
This is the beginning of an amazing article I read this morning on Alternet.org, written by Richard W. Behan. To read the entire article, go to:
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Michael Moore: 9/11 Could be Inside job September 17, 2007
Found this video and article on Jonesreport.com about Michael Moore making a comment on 9/11. It is an interesting and raw video that shows Michael Moore asking one question only: where are the 100 + videos of the Pentagon attack? He just wants to see these. Let’s see if his next film will deal with this and many other questions about 9/11
“I’ve filmed there before down at the Pentagon– before 9/11– there’s got to be at least 100 cameras, ringing that building, in the trees, everywhere. They’ve got that plane coming in with 100 angles. How come with haven’t seen the straight– I’m not talking about stop-action photos, I’m talking about the video. I want to see the video; I want to see 100 videos that exist of this,” Moore said.
What I found intersting too is the way Amy Goodman ignored the question about WTC7. The only explanation can be that when you are a “celebrity” you just have to sometimes ignore people and their questions.
Reflections on this day… September 11, 2007
I am up early this morning. Very early. It is 5:20am in San Francisco. It is Tuesday, September 11th, 2007.
How can anyone possibly write something “good” about this day. There is nothing good about this day. So all I want to do is reflect and remember. I personally do not know anyone who was killed in the attacks. Or perhaps I do and I don’t know it. It doesn’t matter, because on that day, we all felt like we knew someone. It could’ve been my brother, my neighbor, a friend of a friend. Today is a day to reflect and remember the people who were killed in one swoop moment in time. Today is a day to reflect on an event that hit home, physically and psychologically.
It is not a moment to figure out who did it, why it was done, what its outcome meant and means. Like all acts of terror in this world and throughout history, it snuffed the breath out of thousands of souls.
I find the journal I had back then. I turn the pages to see what I had written. I haven’t read this in years, and now, it allows me to feel closer to the pain that we all felt and experienced on that dreadful day when the sky over New York City was so crispy blue and beautiful.
September 21st, 2001:
“Stayed home today. Called in sick…need to hide from the world. I’m sad, I’m tired, I’m depressed, I’m disappointed. I’m tired, I’m confused. Watching CNN and MSNBC day and night — addicted to the latest news and analysis on last week’s disaster and the future of this country and the world. I feel weak too, without strength and scared. Yet, I wish I was in the middle of it all so I could really feel it.”
September 22nd, 2001:
“The past 11 days have been life changing, horribly depressing, intense. Tonight at 9:13pm I’ve finally turned off the television and turned on the radio. I’m listening to uplifting classical music. My body is in pain even though I had a half hour massage this morning. It helped, but throughout the day I have had a lingering headache, clearly tension related. Too much lying down in the last days, especially yesterday when I literally stayed in bed all day. I go from bed to couch, back to bed…now I sit at the table and I have the little red lamp lighting this table only. I just watched and taped this documentary film called “beneath the veil”. I am becoming obsessed with watching the news, being reminded over and over again what happened and that it is real. I am obsessed with the need to understand. Yesterday, while lying in bed and watching tv, I was suddenly engulfed by the images and emotions of the people. I could not stop thinking about the moment when they realized that that was going to be it. That they were heading into a building that looked familiar, that a huge plane was heading towards their desk, that a loud booming sounds was coming from above, that there was no more time to run, that they were going to jump. I cried so much.”
And now, as I read this I think of those who did survive and those who still miss the person whose picture quickly filled the walls of remembrance all over the city. I think about this moment in time as all of you are too. I think about all the other moments in time that have changed a person’s life. I think about that reality of our world that interrupts our wishes, our innocent and childlike desire to play, sing, eat, love, dream and imagine a better world.
