My 9/11 Conspiracy Theory

My 9/11 Conspiracy Theory

When 9/11 happened I was deeply immersed in the writing of my novel (you know, Snakes in Caves, the one that no publisher, agent or even close friend can bother to read). Snakes in Caves has esoteric elements, and researching it brought me in touch with the conspiracy community, more occult than political, i.e. underground alien bases, government sanctioned experimentation on humans in return for alien technology, the vast literature on secret societies, and the like. One of the reasons I have become so hugely successful in life is that I have always instinctively gone the opposite direction of the herd. I believe such contraries are necessary to society, even though society doesn’t seem to think so. Consequently, when everybody else was kneejerking in the immediate aftermath of the attacks, weeping in front of the T.V., thinking for a second that maybe being a soulless corporate brain eater wasn’t the bomb, or shaking a fist a saying we’re gonna smoke those bastards (as even a fellow contrarian friend of mine who came this close to converting to Islam last year did at the time), I thought, even before they did, what are the conspiracy nuts going to make of this? I like conspiracy thought, not because I necessarily believe it (although the average theory is at least at truthful as, say, Fox News), but because I dig the imaginativeness of it, the inventiveness of the nutty web they weave. Dali believed in the Paranoic/Critical method, wherein the artist looks at the world with the inventiveness of a paranoid but with the critical faculties of an intellectual, and in that spirit I came up with my own 9/11 conspiracy theory.

The first element in my tasty farrago is the M.O., the operating method of the terrorists which was suicide attack. Now that method was perfected and used most infamously by the man who inspired the term assassin, Hassan-i-Sabbah, the Old Man of the Mountain. He preferred to conduct diplomacy not with armies or statesman, but with small groups of fanatical followers who would sacrifice their own life in order to kill others in a way that advanced the Old Man’s geo-political interests. The modus operandi, then, of 9/11was clearly that of the Hashshashin, and the hand behind it was the Old Man’s. Being that he lived in the eleventh century I’m not saying that Hassan-i-Sabbah is still alive (though who knows), but that there is always an Old Man the same way there is always a Pope. But why would the Old Man do such a thing? In a way it was over the top for an Assassin project, way too indiscriminate for a group that prefers quiet, individual kills. They prefer to operate in the shadows and hate to bring any attention to themselves, much less the American firestorm that such an attack would surely bring. And that of course is the answer – who did the firestorm fall on, who did the finger point to, and how did that serve the Old Man’s interests? There must be some parable somewhere about stinging an elephant in the ass so he rushes forth to blindly crush your enemies.

Another constant in the Old Man story is drugs. Unlike many Moslems, his followers have always been free to use sense altering drugs for their purposes, most famously the Hashshashin’s namesake hashish, but also Opium, the fruit of the poppy, which so fills the coffers and numb Western minds. And at the turn of the Millennium the Old Man had a problem. The Taliban were primitive, fundamentalist Moslems, doctrinarily opposed to drugs and as they controlled Afghanistan they slowly eradicated the poppy fields responsible for a majority of the world’s junk. It’s certainly not mentioned by the West, but the Taliban were more effective in stamping out the opium trade than any force before or since. The Old Man was getting screwed in the wallet, and since his operation requires a lot of opulence, he had to do something. But rather than attack a fellow Moslem, especially one that was so well established and armed in such a dangerous place as Afghanistan he decided to goad a superpower into doing so. Who knows who the hijackers thought they were serving – the Old Man is the master of illusion and subterfuge – but in the end they sacrificed themselves for his ends.

That the Old Man’s plan worked perfectly is obvious. The Taliban were routed and the drug lords put back in their place. It’s another fact they don’t like to broadcast in the West, but the opium crop this year was a bumper one, perhaps the best ever. Just ask the local junky how much of the good stuff is out there on the streets. And even the recent resurgence of the Taliban has played out right – if the U.N. is to be believed they’re now much cooler about letting the growers do their thing in the areas they control. Win/Win for the Old Man, huh?

And that, class, is my 9/11 conspiracy theory. I’m not saying that I believe it but it’s pretty slick, ain’t it…and if the Old Man is reading this, don’t flip out – I’m easy to silence – if you send one of your boys over tell him he doesn’t have to bring a knife, just some of that private stash you keep around to simulate paradise…

 

Yr Pal,

UBU

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Beautiful Childhood

I found this beautiful and inspiring poem copied out in an old notebook, and remembered how its uplifting sentiment had inspired me though some tough times. I wanted to share it with you in the hopes that your lives too will be similarly enriched. I’m afraid I don’t know the translator, but whoever it was they sure did an inspired job of bringing Benn’s precious words to life. Have a nice day!

 

Beautiful Childhood

Gottfried Benn

 

The mouth of the girl who had laid so long

In the reeds looked so gnawed at.

When one broke open the breast,

The esophagus was so full of holes.

Finally in a bower under the diaphragm

I found a nest of young rats.

One little sister lay dead.

The others were living on liver and kidney,

Drank the cold blood and had

Spent a beautiful childhood there.

And beautiful and fast their death, too, came:

I threw them the lot of them into the water.

Oh, how the little snouts squeaked!

 

 

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Bethany, Part Two

Bethany, Part Two

Despite her palpable desire, her sensual hunger at moments like this, Bethany had always been a "good girl," the best of the best, a leader and example for all the other girls in my prep school. When venerable old Pitt Prep had finally broken down and admitted women my sophomore year, Bethany had been a pioneer co-ed, standing out impressively even under the intense scrutiny every one of that first handful received. She wasn’t particularly good looking, and perhaps could more realistically be called homely, but rather distinguished herself by the positivity which radiated from her, her unaffected brio and obvious enjoyment of life, and her willingness to engage with every facet of campus life without reserve.

The really appealing thing about Bethany was that she wasn’t fake good, a phoney shamming virtue to scam the adults, but was authentically good, simply an innately fine person, which was something even a premature cynic like myself could respond to.

Now you’d think that her extreme positivity would naturally conflict with my equally extreme negativity, and we certainly had our blow-ups and cold spells, but – if you think about it scientifically – it also follows that we would attract magnetically, positive to negative, and, inevitably, that happened too.

As a matter of fact it was our greatest conflict that lead to the intimacy we now know…

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Pop Life: Quote Bag

 

 

The readymades go even further in showing that the creating of art need not necessarily be a manual activity but can be purely a matter of making choices.

There is no doubt that the basic attitude of the New Realists towards urban reality was both intellectual and romantic, whereas that of the Anglo-Saxon pop artists was intellectual and cool, i.e. classic.

– Simon Wilson

 

…bringing to bear his faculties on the ideas and objects of the period in which he lives…To know in order to be able to do, that was my thought. To be in a position to translate the habits, the ideas, the appearance of my time, in a word to make a living art; that is my aim.

– Gustave Courbet

 

Outside is the world; it’s there. Pop art looks at the world.

– Roy Lichtenstein

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Constrictor

Constrictor

 

At the 20th the weight of 40

Our quick collusion the same

Salamander karma ghia grin

Yet now a crooked receding

A slipping into the local

Hands clasped over

White stockinged knee

Still the bride outshining

The one the eye is always finding

Still the constrictor

The imperceptibly growing subjector

The sliding blue green pressure

Isis coming back in the sleeve

Of Cleopatra in her vestment

Pearls, earrings, gold chain bracelets

Walking behind Carnegie’s chariot

Her guileless resurrection

A snake to the breast

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Stick It To The GOP

Stick It To The GOP

I don’t write that much about politics here unless something enrages me beyond control – I mean everybody with half a brain can see that the Republicans and Bush have done an awful job in actually serving the people of this country. Their successes seem to be confined to serving their corporate bankrollers by cutting taxes to the wealthy, plundering and destroying the environment and attacking worker’s rights. The Bush administration’s cleverness in spinning news, extending Republican power and extending executive power to absolute heights has been matched only by their utter inability to handle domestic calamities or conduct competent foreign policy. There’s no question about this – it’s on every page of the newspaper except the editorial one. Faced with such a preponderance of facts, conservative "intellectuals" (there’s an oxymoron) have had to perform increasingly risible conceptual gymnastics to try and justify intelligent (as opposed to simply emotional) support for Bush and his rubberstamp Congressional love slaves.

Case in point: Cal Thomas’s absurd column urging his readers to "Stick with the GOP." Its very first sentence exposes the multiple misstatements which must be made in order to defend his beloved party – "Republicans have a fair story to tell about what they’ve accomplished the last two years…." The last two years!!?? Republicans have had complete control over every branch of government since the fateful election of 2000 and the country is far from better because of it. The economy is far worse than in the Clinton years and we are mired in a disastrous war that we have no hope of "winning," that was fobbed on the public under false pretenses and which has in fact undermined its putative purpose, the fight against Al-Qaeda. This is a common Republican tactic. They act as if they’ve just been elected and have only just begun to undo the Democratic stain. They blame the government when they ARE the government, and if all else fails point a finger Bill Clinton, whose influence must be vast to extend so far into the future, negating the three Republican presidents who have served EIGHTEEN YEARS before and after him. Even old Cal has to admit that the negligible efforts of this session of Congress can at best be called fair, unless he means fair as in Fox’s "fair and balanced," in which case it is a word that’s lost its original meaning.

Cal sticks to the Rove talking points in defending the economy and the deficit which has temporarily been reduced from unimaginably huge to merely obscenely huge. It’s funny that commentators like him find Bush blameless when gas prices are high, but give him credit when they’re (again temporarily) lower. The funniest contortion he makes is in justifying the tax cuts for huge corporations by saying "they are taxed at lower rates, giving them increased incentive to earn bigger profits." (Pause for laughter). SINCE WHEN DO BUSINESSES NEED MORE INCENTIVE TO EARN BIGGER PROFITS? As a merchant I can tell you that the obvious is true – the idea of business IS to earn bigger profits and fair taxes do NOTHING to inhibit this. Wasn’t there a boom in the Clinton years when these "discouraging" taxes were in effect? For me, this is the reason why boneheads like Cal are allowed to spout, and the whole reason for propaganda networks like Fox News. Big Corporations don’t want to pay their share of taxes and support the party that doesn’t demand it of them by large contributions and their sponsorship of apologists for that party. I’ll even go on to say that a lot of the blind support for the quagmire in Iraq is fueled not because the corporations really believe in the neo-cons baloney, but because they want to keep the party that gives them special privileges in power.

Cal’s next "point" is also from the Rove play book, as haltingly articulated by Bush in his recent press conference – Republicans can "better defend the country." He demonizes the Democrats for being so cowardly as to defend the constitutional rights of suspected "terrorists" and being morally opposed to indiscriminate torture. He commits another lame piece of sophistry when he says that at Guantanamo "detainees are treated better than they could expect if they were detained in their homelands." While the factual basis of this statement is questionable, it’s the philosophy behind it that is really troubling. Is that the standard now, that we treat our prisoners better than third world despots? Is that what America has come to under the "values" administration of George Bush? I’m sorry, you can call me unpatriotic, but I’ve always believed that America was different, that we operated under a system of laws, of judicial balances, of enlightened humanity in our relations with others. I don’t care how despicable or "evil" you make out our enemy to be, the fact that we recognize these things is what separates us from them, is why we are NOT them. It’s also ironic that the commentators who were so livid about "moral relativity" are now so very relative in their moral pronouncements – i.e. our treatment of prisoners is relatively humane.

Then there’s Cal screed that this election is about "survival." If the mightiest country on earth with the most dominant culture can have its very survival threatened by a handful of terrorists committing one horrific act FIVE YEARS AGO then we really are a paper tiger. Then he quotes an "irrefutable fact about the importance of winning in Iraq" by the obscure pundit Mark Steyn that "being seen not to run – or, if you prefer, being seen to show ‘resolve’ – should be the indispensable objective of U.S. foreign policy." I find this less than "irrefutable" – in other words, strategic, tactical or even logical factors should not be taken into account. Forget reality based foreign policy, our only goal should be to show resolve and not appear to run. Wouldn’t having our troops dig big holes in the desert and then fill them up again for ten years show equally well that we won’t cut and run? Wouldn’t having marines march off cliffs like lemmings also display impressive resolve to the impressionable world? Steyn is also quoted as saying that the losses we’ve suffered in Afghanistan and Iraq are "pinpricks," a view I am sure the families of the servicemen who have unnecessarily died would not agree with, not to mention the staggering civilian casualties which as we all know are not part of the equation, following the Administration’s logic for "detainees" – if they ain’t American Republicans they ain’t human. And if our casualties are a pinprick, then so were the deaths at 9/11, which they have now eclipsed, the very same 9/11 attack which was the seismic event that precipitated this global war in the first place.

Cal concludes with the usual conflation of Iraq with a worldwide fight with an entity known as Terrorism, which has followed Communism as the all purpose boogeyman to justify any and all of Conservative actions. They prefer the World War Two analogy however, as if these Terrorists are comparable to the Axis powers and that fighting in Iraq is just a step in a larger war, like the invasion of Normandy or Iwo Jima. Anyone who has given even the briefest glance to the conflict in Iraq will see that it has NOTHING to do with 9/11. Not only did the government of Iraq not have WMD’s (and how quickly many have forgotten and forgiven that deception) they were active enemies of Al-Qaeda, and it’s our invasion that has given the terrorists a foothold in that country. But the war there isn’t really about them, it’s a civil war between Shia, Sunni and Kurd, a conflict that is not about to "follow us home," or be recreated in our backyard. Pulling out wouldn’t deliver Iraq to a terrorist hegemony who are bent on invading our country and defeating us. We are not fighting an terrorist army but local factions who do not hate freedom, or country or anything but our continued occupation and each other. This is not World War Two but Vietnam redux, and although pulling out there precipitated an awful human tragedy (which probably wouldn’t have happened if we hadn’t gone in in the first place) it did not cause a Vietnamese invasion of America, or indeed a worldwide Communist victory.

The final crack-up in Cal’s comedy routine is that, after a paragraph in which we hear how the Terrorists are total fanatics committed to the death to defeat us and stamp out our freedom he says a Democratic victory will "validate their view and encourage them to fight harder," as if the very relentless monsters he’s just been describing are guests on Dr. Phil who would really blossom in their horribleness if only they got a little validation and encouragement by America’s decision to no longer be a one state country and reestablish the checks and balances that have made our freedom mean something other than a rhetorical device we have to surrender to protect.

I have a theory that somehow after Bush was sort of elected we entered a parallel universe in which the United States we know and love became some sort of Bizarro country with Bizarro #1 at the controls guiding us straight down the rabbit hole shouting "stay the course, stay the course." The worst part of this bad dream is that there’s only a small group of citizens who seem to actually give a damn or follow current events, while most people believe the clearly specious arguments of people like Cal, or the television commercials the corporations pay for (and I include Fox News as an infomercial for the Bush administration), or somehow believe it’s their Christian duty to vote Republican. After the last few elections it’s getting harder to conclude that people really want good government, and our hopes have been dashed so many times that it’s getting hard to think that we’ll ever recover from the nightmare. All I know is that I’ll be in that booth election day and although I don’t know how the Republicans plan to steal this election I’ll be voting and I hope you do too.

YR PAL,

UBU

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Bethany: Part One

From a Hypnagogic Journal:

Bethany, Part One

 

I’m drifting, falling – then coming to with a start, bouncing up from the car seat as I’ve fallen onto it from the sky. I have that weird feeling you get when you wake up in a strange place, and look around, wiping my mouth and trying to collect myself. I know where I am, the gravel turnabout in front of Pierce Tower, but that doesn’t mean that I have any idea of what I’m doing here. The driver’s familiar too – I’ve known Bethany since High School, and we’ve been intimate enough in our day, I can’t seem to remember why I’m with her, or even getting into her car in the first place.

She’s looking over at me, smiling indulgently. We’re here, she says.

Yeah,

I say. I can tell.

She sits there, still smiling, half turned but not moving, evidently waiting for me to get out.

Uhhh, thanks Bethany.

Sure, UBU, not a problem.

She leans closer and there’s an expectant pause, the warm Ohio night silent except for the drone of the cicadas. Bethany and I haven’t seen each other for a while, but that’s never mattered, things have always gotten physical quickly between us, well not always, but always after a certain point, a point we reached a long time ago. I move to kiss her and she quickly cups the back of my head, pulling me closer, her tongue wriggling into my mouth.

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Things that are like annoying!

Things I really find, like really, you know annoying.

1. Like people who always know what day it is, and then like make fun of you because you don’t happen to be a big enough nerd to know the exact specific day of the week it is. I mean really, what difference does it make as long as it’s not Monday, Friday Saturday or something. Do you think a really big star like Ashlee Simpson or Paris Hilton know like that it’s Wednesday or what ever? They just know it’s time to go to the club and hang out and be a famous celebrity like I’m going to be and then no one will make fun of me for not knowing what day it is. Who cares also what month it is because you know they can change in just one day from being like September and then being something like November or what ever, it kind of reminds me of math or punctuation or random stuff like that. Thanks to TiVo and computers and whatever we can now watch whatever TV show we want without worrying what day it is. I think people who who are always saying like don’t you even know what day it is you airhead are really like cavemen or something who don’t understand the 21st century. It’s not like I don’t know the names of the days of the week or whatever, or that I couldn’t find out by looking at my phone which I have to do all the time because I have so many messages from all my many friends who think I’m cute and don’t care if I know what day of the week it is or not anyway. Also the month and date too, and where different countries are and who is president or what ever.

Jimmy and I are going to the mall later and do you really think anyone at the mall cares what day and month it is unless they are like really big losers who have to work there or what ever. At the mall it’s always the same day and the clothes are cute no matter what supposedly interesting thing has happened in the news that day like an atom bomb or something, I mean who cares if some dumb funny looking guy wants to fool around with all that or terrorism or what ever as long as they don’t make me wear those black sheets those girls have to wear in those other countries in Egypt or whatever. So I’m really tired of people telling me that I don’t know things just because I don’t know things or whatever.

Big football game this weekend so I had to look real hot. I think pretty much everybody thought so. Then I pretty much laid around the house but also talked to Cinnamon and a bunch of other people. Parents can be a drag always telling you what day it is and all. I wish we got Columbo (?) day off or whatever even though he is some boring guy who lived like three zillion years ago who discovered Ohio or something.

Yo there’s my phone! Gotta Go! Peace out and shout out to all my buds and boys! Dog!

Brittni

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After Trakl

After Trakl

 

The sun’s buried

In the leafless wood

The moon ripples

In the freezing pond

 

A pale man

Lives in the blue crystal

His cheek resting against the stars

His head nodding in purple sleep

 

Yet, the flock of birds

Still

Stirs the water

Holy

The close stillness

Of forgotten things

 

Heather appears

Young

Shining in Autumn

Yet

Spotted with dark decay

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Bettie III

Bettie III

 

She walked in on her toes

Tippy toes like a toe dancer

And there was this beautiful flawless

Tan body

Tan all over no marks no freckles

No blemishes Miss Perfection

La Venus Des Mers Chaudes

Miss Bluebell Urania and Porne

Transcendental love common lust

White breasted one

She radiated

The adventurous spirit of Bettie Page

Hypnotic Magnetic Uninhibited

She knew her body

Taboo

Nobody is that fresh           Bettie

Came alive in front of the camera

She would give you that look

Like well what’s coming next

Nightgown candlestick Christmas tree

Bettie thought it was playtime

She wasn’t uptight about being tied up

Striporama Varietese Teasearama

Eyeful Wink Titter

Bettie’s Clown Dance

The visual power to provoke

Something inside

Something very specific about the moment

Once she enters your consciousness

You see evidence of her everywhere

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