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Anyway, here we go again...
My latest creative endeavour is an interactive puzzle novel - a conspiracy thriller where the plot unfolds through the reader solving puzzles, cracking codes, and following the clues. It's like a cross between an escape room and a novel.
If this sounds like your sort of thing, it's available now on Amazon. It would be lovely if you gave it a go.
THE LOONIEST OF ALL 9/11 CONSPIRACY THEORIES
by Gerard Holmgren
August 2003
Astute observers of history are aware that for every notable event there will
usually be at least one, often several, wild conspiracy theories which spring
up around it. 'The CIA killed Hendrix', 'The Pope had John Lennon murdered ',
'Hitler was half Werewolf', 'Space aliens replaced Nixon with a clone', etc,
etc. The bigger the event, the more ridiculous and more numerous are the
fanciful rantings which circulate in relation to it.
So it's hardly surprising that the events of Sept 11 2001 have spawned their
fair share of these ludicrous fairy tales. And as always, there is sadly a
small but gullible percentage of the population eager to lap up these tall
tales, regardless of facts or rational analysis.
One of the wilder stories circulating about Sept 11, and one that has
attracted something of a cult following amongst conspiracy buffs is that it
was carried out by 19 fanatical Arab hijackers, masterminded by an evil genius
named Osama bin Laden, with no apparent motivation other than that they 'hate
our freedoms.
Never a group of people to be bothered by facts, the perpetrators of this
cartoon fantasy have constructed an elaborately woven web of delusions and
unsubstantiated hearsay in order to promote this garbage across the internet
and the media to the extent that a number of otherwise rational people have
actually fallen under its spell. Normally I don't even bother debunking this
kind of junk, but the effect that this paranoid myth is beginning to have
requires a little rational analysis, in order to consign it to the same
rubbish bin as all such silly conspiracy theories.
These crackpots even contend that the extremist Bush regime was caught
unawares by the attacks, had no hand in organizing them, and actually would
have stopped them if it had been able. Blindly ignoring the stand-down of the
US Air Force, the insider trading on airline stocks — linked to the CIA, the
complicit behavior of Bush on the morning of the attacks, the controlled
demolition of the WTC, the firing of a missile into the Pentagon and a host of
other documented proofs that the Bush regime was behind the attacks, the
conspiracy theorists stick doggedly to a silly story about 19 Arab hijackers
somehow managing to commandeer 4 planes simultaneously and fly them around US
airspace for nearly 2 hours, crashing them into important buildings, without
the US intelligence services having any idea that it was coming, and without
the Air Force knowing what to do.
The huge difficulties with such a stupid story force them to invent even more
preposturous stories to distract from its core silliness, and thus the tale
has escalated into a mythic fantasy of truly gargantuan proportions.
It's difficult to apply rational analysis to such unmitigated stupidity, but
that is the task which I take on in this article. However, it should be noted
that one of the curious characteristics of conspiracy theorists is that they
effortlessly change their so-called evidence in response to each aspect which
is debunked. As soon as one delusion is unmasked, they simply invent another
to replace it, and deny that the first ever existed. Eventually, when they
have turned full circle through this endlessly changing fantasy fog , they
then re-invent the original delusion and deny that you ever debunked it, thus
beginning the circle once more. This technique is known as 'the fruit loop'
and saves the conspiracy theorist from ever having to see any of their ideas
through to their (ill)logical conclusions.
According to the practitioners of the fruit loop, 19 Arabs took over the 4
planes by subduing the passengers and crew through the use of guns, knives,
box cutters and gas, and then used electronic guidance systems which they had
smuggled on board to fly the planes to their targets.
The suspension of disbelief required for this outrageous concoction is only
for the hard-core conspiracy theorist. For a start, they conveniently skip
over the awkward fact that there weren't any Arabs on the planes. If there
were, one must speculate that they somehow got on board without being filmed
by any of the security cameras and without being registered on the passenger
lists. But the curly question of how they are supposed to have got on board is
all too mundane for the exciting world of the conspiracy theorist. With vague
mumblings that they must have been using false ID (but never specifying which
IDs they are alleged to have used, or how these were traced to their real
identities), they quickly bypass this problem, to relate exciting and sinister
tales about how some of the fictitious fiends were actually searched before
boarding because they looked suspicious. However, as inevitably happens with
any web of lies, this simply paints them into an even more difficult corner.
How are they supposed to have got on board with all that stuff if they were
searched? And if they used gas in a confined space, they would have been
affected themselves unless they also had masks in their luggage.
'Excuse me sir, why do you have a boxcutter, a gun, a container of gas, a gas
mask and an electronic guidance unit in your luggage?' 'A present for your
grandmother? Very well sir, on you get.' 'Very strange', thinks the security
officer. 'That's the fourth Arab man without an Arabic name who just got on
board with a knife, gun or boxcutter and gas mask. And why does that security
camera keep flicking off every time one of these characters shows up? Must be
one of those days I guess...'
Asking any of these basic questions to a conspiracy theorist is likely to
cause a sudden leap to the claim that we know that they were on board because
they left a credit card trail for the tickets they had purchased and cars they
had rented. So if they used credit cards that identified them, how does that
reconcile with the claim that they used false IDs to get on to the plane? But
by this time the fruit loop is in full swing, as the conspiracy theorist tries
to stay one jump ahead of this annoying and awkward rational analysis. They
will allege that the hijackers' passports were found at the crash scenes. 'So
there!' they exalt triumphantly, their fanatical faces lighting up with that
deranged look of one who has just a revelation of questionable sanity. Hmm? So
they got on board with false IDs but took their real passports with them?
However, by this time the fruit loop has been completely circumnavigated,and
the conspiracy theorist exclaims impatiently, 'Who said anything about false
IDs? We know what seats they were sitting in! Their presence is well
documented!' And so the whole loop starts again. 'Well, why aren't they on the
passenger lists?' 'You numbskull! They assumed the identities of other
passengers!' And so on...
Finally, out of sheer fascination with this circular method of creative
delusion, the rational sceptic will allow them to get away with this loop, in
order to move on to the next question, and see what further delights await us
in the unraveling of this marvelously stupid story. 'Uh, how come their
passports survived fiery crashes that completely incinerated the planes and
all the passengers? ' The answer of course is that it's just one of those
strange co-incidences, those little quirks of fate that do happen from time to
time. You know, like the same person winning the lottery four weeks in a row.
The odds are astronomical, but these things do happen...
This is another favourite deductive method of the conspiracy theorist. The
'improbability drive', in which they decide upon a conclusion without any
evidence whatsoever to support it, and then continually speculate a series of
wildly improbable events and unbelievable co-incidences to support it,
shrugging off the implausibility of each event with the vague assertion that
sometimes the impossible happens (just about all the time in their world).
There is a principle called 'Occam's Razor' which suggests that in the absence
of evidence to the contrary, the simplest explanation is most likely to be
correct. Conspiracy theorists hate Occam's razor.
Having for the sake of amusement, allowed them to get away with with the silly
story of the 19 invisible Arabs, we move on to the question of how they are
supposed to have taken over the planes. Hijacking a plane is not an easy thing
to do. Hijacking it without the pilot being able to alert ground control is
nearly impossible. The pilot has only to punch in a four-digit code to alert
ground control to a hijacking. Unconcerned with the awkward question of
plausibility, the conspiracy buffs maintain that on that Sept 11, the
invisible hijackers took over the plane by the rather crude method of
threatening people with boxcutters and knives, and spraying gas (after they
had attached their masks, obviously), but somehow took control of the plane
without the crew first getting a chance to punch in the hijacking code. Not
just on one plane, but on all four. At this point in the tale, the conspiracy
theorist is again forced to call upon the services of the improbability drive.
So now that our incredibly lucky hijackers have taken control of the planes,
all four pilots fly them with breath-taking skill and certainty to their fiery
end, all four pilots unflinching in their steely resolve for a swift meeting
with Allah. Apart from their psychotic hatred of 'our freedoms', it was their
fanatical devotion to Islam which enabled them to summon up the iron will to
do this. Which is strange, because according to another piece of hearsay
peddled by the conspiracy buffs, these guys actually went out drinking and
womanizing the night before their great martyrdom, even leaving their Korans
in the bar — really impeccable Islamic behavior — and then got up at 5 am the
next morning to pull off the greatest covert operation in history. This also
requires us to believe that they were even clear-headed enough to learn how to
fly the huge planes by reading flight manuals in Arabic in the car on the way
to the airport. We know this because they supposedly left the flight manuals
there for us to find.
It gets better. Their practical training had allegedly been limited to Cessnas
and flight simulators, but this was no barrier to the unflinching certainty
with which they took over the planes and skillfully guided them to their doom.
If they are supposed to have done their flight training with these tools,
which would be available just about anywhere in the world, it's not clear why
they would have decided to risk blowing their cover to US intelligence
services by doing the training in Florida, rather than somewhere in the Middle
East, but such reasoning is foreign to the foggy world of the conspiracy
theorist, too trapped in the constant rotation of the mental fruit loop to
make their unsubstantiated fabrications seem even semi-believable.
Having triumphantly established a circular delusion in support of the mythical
Arabs, the conspiracy theorist now confronts the difficult question of why
there's nothing left of the planes. Anybody who has seen the
endlessly-replayed footage of the second plane going into the WTC will realize
that the plane was packed with explosives. Planes do not and cannot blow up
into nothing in that manner when they crash.
Did the mythical Arabs also haul a huge heap of explosives on board, and
manage to deploy them in such a manner that they went off in the exact instant
of the crash, completely vapourizing the plane? This is a little difficult
even for the conspiracy theorist, who at this point decides that it's easier
to invent new laws of physics in order to keep the delusion rolling along.
There weren't any explosives. It wasn't an inside job. The plane blew up into
nothing from its exploding fuel load! Remarkable! Sluggishly combustible jet
fuel which is basically kerosine,and which burns at a maximum temperature of
around 800°C has suddenly taken on the qualities of a ferociously explosive
demolition agent, vapourizing 65 tons of aircraft into a puff of smoke. Never
mind that a plane of that size contains around 15 tons of steel and titanium,
of which even the melting points are about double that of the maximum
combustion temperature of kerosine — let alone the boiling point — which is
what would be required to vapourize a plane. And then there's about 50 tons of
aluminium to be accounted for. In excess of 15 lbs of metal for each gallon of
kerosine.
For the conspiracy theorist, such inconvenient facts are vaguely dismissed as
'mumbo jumbo'. This convenient little phrase is their answer to just about
anything factual or logical. Like a conjurer pulling a rabbit out of a hat,
they suddenly become fanatically insistent about the devastating explosive
qualities of kerosine, something hitherto completely unknown to science, but
just discovered by them, this very minute. Blissfully ignoring the fact that
never before or since in aviation history has a plane vapourized into nothing
from an exploding fuel load, the conspiracy theorist relies upon Hollywood
images, where the effects are are always larger than life, and certainly
larger than the intellects of these cretins. 'Its a well known fact that
planes blow up into nothing on impact.' they state with pompous certainty.
'Watch any Bruce Willis movie.
' Care to provide any documented examples? If it's a well-known fact, then
presumably this well-known fact springs from some kind of documentation —
other than Bruce Willis movies?
At this point the mad but cunning eyes of the conspiracy theorist will narrow
as they sense the corner that they have backed themselves into, and plan their
escape by means of another stunning backflip.
'Ah, but planes have never crashed into buildings before, so there's no way of
telling.' they counter with a sly grin.
Well, actually planes have crashed into buildings before and since, and not
vapourized into nothing.
'But not big planes, with that much fuel ', they shriek in hysterical denial.
Or that much metal to vapourize.
'Yes but not hijacked planes!'
Are you suggesting that whether the crash is deliberate or accidental affects
the combustion qualities of the fuel?
'Now you're just being silly'.
Although collisions with buildings are rare, planes frequently crash into
mountains, streets, other aircraft, nosedive into the ground, or have bombs
planted aboard them, and don't vapourize into nothing. What's so special about
a tower that's mostly glass? But by now, the conspiracy theorist has once
again sailed happily around the fruit loop. 'Its a well-documented fact that
planes explode into nothing on impact.
Effortlessly weaving back and forth between the position that it's a
'well-known fact' and that 'it's never happened before, so we have nothing to
compare it to', the conspiracy theorist has now convinced himself (if not too
many other people) that the WTC plane was not loaded with explosives, and that
the instant vapourization of the plane in a massive fireball was the same as
any other plane crash you might care to mention. Round and round the fruit
loop...
But the hurdles which confront the conspiracy theorist are many, and they are
now forced to implement even more creative uses for the newly-discovered
shockingly destructive qualities of kerosine. They have to explain how the
Arabs also engineered the elegant vertical collapse of both the WTC towers,
and for this awkward fact the easiest counter is to simply deny that it was a
controlled demolition, and claim that the buildings collapsed from fire caused
by the burning kerosine.
For this, it's necessary to sweep aside the second law of thermodynamics and
propose kerosine which is not only impossibly destructive, but also recycles
itself for a second burning in violation of the law of degradation of energy.
You see, the kerosine not only consumed itself in a sudden catastrophic
fireball, vapourizing a 65 ton plane into nothing, but then came back for a
second go, burning at 2000°C for another hour at the impact point, melting the
skyscraper's steel like butter. And while it was doing all this it also poured
down the elevator shafts, starting fires all through the building. When I was
at school there was a little thing called the entropy law which suggests that
a given portion of fuel can only burn once, something which is readily
observable in the real world, even for those who didn't make it to junior high
school science. But this is no problem for the conspiracy theorist.
Gleefully, they claim that a few thousand gallons of kerosine is enough to:
* completely vapourize a 65 ton aircraft
* have enough left over to burn ferociously enough for over an hour at the
impact point to melt steel (melting point about double the maximum combustion
temperature of the fuel) and
* still have enough left over to pour down the elevator shafts and start
similarly destructive fires all through the building.
This kerosine really is remarkable stuff! How chilling to realize that those
kerosine heaters we had in the house when I was a kid were deadly bombs, just
waiting to go off. One false move and the entire street might have been
vapourized. And never again will I take kerosine lamps out camping. One moment
you're there innocently holding the lamp — the next — kapow! vapourized into
nothing along with with the rest of the camp site, and still leaving enough of
the deadly stuff to start a massive forest fire.
These whackos are actually claiming that the raging inferno allegedly created
by the miraculously recycling, and impossibly hot burning kerosine melted or
at least softened the steel supports of the skyscraper. Oblivious to the fact
that the smoke coming from the WTC was black, which indicates an
oxygen-starved fire — therefore, not particularly hot, they trumpet an alleged
temperature in the building of 2000°C, without a shred of evidence to support
this curious suspension of the laws of physics.
Not content with this ludicrous garbage, they then contend that as the steel
frames softened, they came straight down instead of buckling and twisting and
falling sideways.
Since they've already re-engineered the combustion qualities of jet fuel,
violated the second law of thermodynamics, and re-defined the structural
properties of steel, why let a little thing like the laws of gravity get in
the way?
The tower fell in a time almost identical to that of a free-falling object,
dropped from that height, meaning that it's physically impossible for it to
have collapsed by the method of the top floors smashing through the lower
floors. But according to the conspiracy theorists, the laws of gravity were
temporarily suspended on the morning of Sept 11. It appears that the evil
psychic power of those dreadful Arabs knew no bounds. Even after they were
dead, they were able, by the power of their evil spirits, to force down the
tower at a speed physically impossible under the laws of gravity, had it been
meeting any resistance from fireproofed steel structures originally designed
to resist many tons of hurricane force wind as well as the impact of a Boeing
passenger jet straying off course.
Clearly, these conspiracy nuts never did their science homework at school, but
did become extremely adept at inventing tall tales for why.
'Muslim terrorists stole my notes, sir'
'No miss, the kerosine heater blew up and vapourized everything in the street,
except for my passport.
'You see sir, the schoolbus was hijacked by Arabs who destroyed my homework
because they hate our freedoms.
Or perhaps they misunderstood the term 'creative science' and mistakenly
thought that coming up with such rubbish was, in fact, their science homework.
The ferocious heat generated by this ghastly kerosine was, according to the
conspiracy theorists, the reason why so many of the WTC victims can't be
identified. DNA is destroyed by heat. (Although 2000°C isn't really required,
100°C will generally do the job.) This is quite remarkable, because according
to the conspiracy theorist, the nature of DNA suddenly changes if you go to a
different city. That's right! If you are killed by an Arab terrorist in New
York, your DNA will be destroyed by such temperatures. But if you are killed
by an Arab terrorist in Washington DC, your DNA will be so robust that it can
survive temperatures which completely vapourize a 65 ton aircraft.
You see, these loonies have somehow concocted the idea that the missile which
hit the pentagon was not a missile at all, but one of the hijacked planes. And
to prove this unlikely premise, they point to a propaganda statement from the
Bush regime, which rather stupidly claims that all but one of the people
aboard the plane were identified from the site by DNA testing, even though
nothing remains of the plane. The plane was vapourized by the fuel tank
explosion maintain these space loonies, but the people inside it were all but
one identified by DNA testing.
So there we have it. The qualities of DNA are different, depending upon which
city you're in, or perhaps depending upon which fairy story you're trying to
sell at any particular time.
This concoction about one of the hijacked planes hitting the Pentagon really
is a howler. For those not familiar with the layout of the Pentagon, it
consists of 5 rings of building, each with a space inbetween. Each ring of
building is about 30 to 35 ft deep, with a similar amount of open space
between it and the next ring. The object which penetrated the Pentagon went in
at about a 45-degree angle, punching a neat circular hole of about a 12-foot
diameter through three rings (six walls). A little later a section of wall
about 65 ft wide collapsed in the outer ring. Since the plane which the
conspiracy theorists claim to be responsible for the impact had a wing span of
125 ft and a length of 155 ft, and there was no wreckage of the plane, either
inside or outside the building, and the lawns outside were still smooth and
green enough to play golf on, this crazy delusion is clearly physically
impossible.
But hey, we've already disregarded the combustion qualities of jet fuel, the
normal properties of common building materials, the properties of DNA, the
laws of gravity and the second law of thermodynamics, so what the hell — why
not throw in a little spatial impossibility as well? I would have thought that
the observation that a solid object cannot pass through another solid object
without leaving a hole at least as big as itself is reasonably sound science.
But to the conspiracy theorist, this is 'mumbo jumbo'. It conflicts with the
delusion that they're hooked on, so it 'must be wrong' although trying to get
then to explain exactly how it could be wrong is a futile endeavour.
Conspiracy theorists fly into a curious panic whenever the Pentagon missile is
mentioned. They nervously maintain that the plane was vapourized by it's
exploding fuel load and point to the WTC crash as evidence of this behavior.
(That's a wonderful fruit loop.) Like an insect which has just been sprayed,
running back and forth in its last mad death throes, they first argue that the
reason the hole is so small is that plane never entered the wall, having blown
up outside, and then suddenly backflip to explain the 250 ft deep missile hole
by saying that the plane disappeared all the way into the building, and then
blew up inside the building (even though the building shows no sign of such
damage). As for what happened to the wings — here's where they get really
creative. The wings snapped off and folded into the fuselage which then
carried them into the building, which then closed up behind the plane like a
piece of meat.
When it suits them, they'll also claim that the plane slid in on its belly
(ignoring the undamaged lawn) while at the same time citing alleged witnesses
to the plane diving steeply into the building from an 'irrecoverable angle.'
How they reconcile these two scenarios as being compatible is truly a study in
stupidity.
Once they get desperate enough, you can be sure that the UFO conspiracy stuff
will make an appearance. The Arabs are in league with the Martians. Space
aliens snatched the remains of the Pentagon plane and fixed most of the hole
in the wall, just to confuse people. They gave the Arabs invisibility pills to
help get them onto the planes. Little green men were seen were seen talking to
Bin Laden a few weeks prior to the attacks.
As the nation gears up to impeach the traitor Bush, and stop his perpetual oil
war, it's not helpful to have these idiots distracting from the process by
spreading silly conspiracy theories about mythical Arabs, stories which do
nothing but play into the hands of the extremist Bush regime [and their
arab-hating Israeli fuckbuddies].
At a less serious time, we might tolerate such crackpots with amused
detachment, but they need to understand that the treachery that was
perpetrated on Sept 11, and the subsequent war crimes committed in
'retaliation', are far too serious for us to allow such frivolous
self-indulgence to go unchallenged.
Those who are truly addicted to conspiracy delusions should find a more
appropriate outlet for their Paranoia.
It's time to stop loony conspiracy theories about Sept 11.
A dark detail of the tenth sculpture in the Stations of the Cross series in the Ludwigskirche in Darmstadt, Germany. I never cease to be amazed by the artistry and detail in these fascinating relief sculptures that were made by the brothers Albermann from Cologne (Köln) in 1905.
Please view in full size for the best effect.
The horrifying events that happened in the world were once famous conspiracy theories. From murdering Adolf Hitler to experimenting mosquito attack in Florida and Georgia, it all happened.
In the middle of all this conspiracy theories is America. One of the darkest test done by the US government...
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It's officia there is a Conspiracy behind their donuts. Their donuts are both creative as well as yummy. The price of a dozen is steep, $15 for a dozen. May not be a place you wanna go everyday, but they'll keep you coming back for more. Donuts made fresh daily.
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Who is lying? Conspiracy theorists don't trust the media, facts, or evidence. Everyone else doesn't trust the wild fabrications of conspiracy theorists. There seems to be no middle ground in this strangest of wars.
For a small town there seemed to be an impressive array of police officers that patrolled the smokey streets of Tarnmouth. At first I thought this was due to the rough aspects of the place, the worthies and roustabouts and the copious flow of alcohol. However, as the weeks and months wore on I realized that the Constabulary walked the streets unchallenged, the populace seemed afraid and apprehensive of their presence. I slowly saw that they exerted an inordinate level of control and compliance over the people, their charge was beyond question. I myself began to fear them and felt, watched.
Tortilla Art by Rio Yanez.
Featured in The Great Tortilla Conspiracy Presents: Tortillas with ideas. November 23rd at the de Young Museum.
Air Force One and Stunt Double One rendezvous over central Arizona with a third jet that, according to the voices, didn't show up on radar.
Conspiracy theories swirl around many accidents, terror attacks or disasters. It’s not surprising, then, that a host of different claims surround the crash of Malaysian Airlines Flight MH17. There are theories about fighter jets and different types of missiles. So what really happened?
The...
Phase One 645DF
Schneider Kreuznach LS 55mm f/2.8
Phase One P45+
Model: Shannia
Production: Bobo Zhang
Lighting: Samuel and Xiao Yu
Big thanks to Central Studios, Shanghai (www.centralstudios.cn), the boss Rodney Evans and his team..you guys are the best!! Xie Xie!!!
As the HCC (Heineken Cap Crew) moved in on Mr. Corona, it was clear that there was no hope for him. No more long days in paradise, shooting commercials, hangin' with the ladies. His time had come to an end.
This is my subject for an upcoming group exhibition ...
a rule of thirds
1st - 14th December 2010
Opening night, Friday 3 December 2010, 7pm
Hogan Gallery
310 Smith Street
Collingwood
Title: The Bloodstar Conspiracy.
Author: E. E. Doc Smith.
Publisher: Panther Books.
Date: 1978.
Artist: Chris Foss.
"What happens to me now?" Blinca asked. "The Jarl has condemned me to slavery, my family’s reputation is destroyed and nothing belongs to me anymore."
"You cannot stay here in Markarth. Come with us," I said. "This is Sinead of the Marazon people. She wants to go back to her people. Why don't you join her? I am sure you will find a new home there."
We took some things from the house, weapons, gold and food. "We need clothes", I said. "They are looking for naked girls, so we have to be in disguise."
We found no civilian clothes, because they had been removed by the murderer. So we put on city guard uniforms. At dusk we left the city unhindered.
Sinead wasn't comfortable in her uniform. "It itches and scratches!" she complained. "I don't understand how people can wear clothes."
Sinead and Blinca quickly became good friends because they shared a common destiny.
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If you considering seven years a long time, then I’ve been using Twitter for a long time. Even if you don’t, that’s longer than most people have been on the site. It’s probably longer than the user @AdmForrestal has been using it, but he’s brought the weirdness in a major way. I would applaud his weirdness or laugh at it if it wasn’t so ridiculous and, to some degree, frightening. This racist human being1 has decided that I defend the opinions that I have so vehemently because I’m working for someone. That’s right. I have a particular opinion because I’m a shill for some company or government agency. Yes, just what any contrarian would do with their life: conform to a particular idea to make money. Because contrarians are all about the Benjamins and not about the whole thinking-for-themselves thing. Uh-huh.
But really this guy claimed I’m a shill.
@janersm You clearly have been told to ind this post on the internet and make shit up who do you work for?
— JamesForrestal (@AdmForrestal) November 9, 2015
And why did he do this?
Because he’s nuts. No, I shouldn’t say that, especially since I would chide anyone else who promoted stigma when they were encountering someone who behaved in a difficult manner. His reason was that he believed that I lied about my experiences in hospital emergency rooms. He said that patients don’t get visitors until they’ve been stabilized. That’s not always true. One of my examples of that not being true was back in July of 2012 when a mound of fire ants decided to make me their bitch. I was at the park with my mom and my dad waiting between doctor appointments. We sat under a shady tree because it was hot as hell outside and we happened to sit next to a fire ant mound. We didn’t know that my predisposed-to-atopy2 body had decided that fire ants were just so out of style and that it wanted nothing more to do with them, so it just had to respond with anaphylaxis. Clearly, no other reaction would have been appropriate for that situation.
My parents, as witnesses to my fall and the first people that I mentioned the ant bites to,3 were essential to my care that day and to keeping me alive. They were the ones who told the doctors about my medical history. And they were the ones who eventually told the doctors about the ant bites. Before that happened, they thought that my fall and my two fainting spells were a result of the heat4.
But the fainting, the hospital visit, and everything associated with that day was all clearly a part of a conspiracy to upset @AdmForrestal.
When I mentioned before I “fainted” that we were hanging out at the Park, I was clearly just setting up this ruse.
Dad decided we could spend some time under a tree at the park; so did the birds t.co/ujNyLHij
— Janet Morris (@janersm) July 24, 2012
The geese in the picture included with that tweet were clearly provided by PETA and were part of a liberal media conspiracy to upset this one random Twitter user over three years later.
The original caption for that faked picture was “More lazy geese”, which, again, was all part of my clearly faked fall. No one in their right mind would ever insult geese by calling them lazy.5
My first tweet from the ER? Clearly, it was also a big old hoax.
I know absolutely nothing about having anaphylaxis.
Took 7 or so sticks to get IV started. Pulse being monitored. It was 139 at the park.
— Janet Morris (@janersm) July 24, 2012
Obviously, I’ve never ever talked about being a hard stick over the last almost 15 years of having this website. And I’ve never mentioned that I have tachycardia. Those were all totally new occurrences and haven’t happened since. Except on that one day. That’s how you can totally tell that I’m a shill. Because that isn’t an ongoing issue for me.
@janersm Idiot, the shock of hives and vomiting is not life threatening after stabilization them bringing them into a room after that haps
— JamesForrestal (@AdmForrestal) November 9, 2015
If I did know anything about anaphylaxis, I would have vomited instead of just fainting, having my heart rate go up, developing hives, and being extremely dizzy. And my life wouldn’t have been in danger even when my parents were in the room with me.
And when I mentioned that I hadn’t been tweeting during the rest of my visit? Clearly, that was me covering my ass. I must have needed some time to come up with the whole story.
I wanted to update when I got discharged but my phone was completely dead, so it's been charging for a few hours.
— Janet Morris (@janersm) July 25, 2012
When I talked that night about how hard my father took the trip, I was obviously continuing the hoax. When he had to be hospitalized the next day for stress that included that ER visit, I was also continuing the ruse on this poor Twitter user that I wouldn’t talk to for another three years.
Other than that, I'm itchy, sore, have a headache, and have been trying to reassure my dad that it isn't his fault this happened.
— Janet Morris (@janersm) July 25, 2012
When I talked about the people who helped me after I fainted, I must have been making that up, too.
Oh, and when I fell the principals of Ed White & Hampton Cove did the first aid while Dad called 911. They also helped keep me from
— Janet Morris (@janersm) July 25, 2012
getting up. I was stubborn enough that I kept thinking I was okay to get up. The four of them managed to keep me still.
— Janet Morris (@janersm) July 25, 2012
I mentioned two random schools in Huntsville in my shout-out for shits and giggles. I even lied about how disoriented I was after the falls, which was why I kept getting up. I thought I would be okay if I could just get to the car. I didn’t realize that I was going to fall if I moved or that my heart was going nuts or that my body was not operating properly because it was overreacting6 to the ant bites.
There I go, sounding like this all really happened again. Sorry.
Uh-oh, another picture that I must have faked. It had the caption, “the left knee…can’t see where the foot is discolored on the picture” because I needed to emphasize that I had actual injuries from a hoax of a fall. That’s also why I still have horrible scarring on both of my knees–the right one is worse than the left and the new scarring covering a gash from where I fell under a merry-go-round at a different park in the city and had my knee sliced open. Oops. That was probably made up, too. Because I don’t ever scar. Ever. That’s a special perk of being a shill.
Here‘s another faked picture of the damage of my “allergy” with the also faked caption of “my right knee…aka the gross one”:
When I mentioned that the paramedic used faceplanted, I was clearly lying.
There was a funny moment right as I got to the ER where the paramedic was describing what happened & said I faceplanted. #funmedicalterms
— Janet Morris (@janersm) July 25, 2012
I definitely never provided picture evidence of a head injury.
And when I documented my mom and I trying to get me in to see a doctor the next day?7 Lies.
We couldn't wait 5 minutes so I could call the family doctor on Nana's phone. Instead, I was told to use the cell…in the middle of nowhere
— Janet Morris (@janersm) July 25, 2012
Three dropped calls later, still no appt. I'd call on my phone, but I can't afford to pay for actual calls.
— Janet Morris (@janersm) July 25, 2012
Mom was able to call once and get an appointment for me. (I gave up after the 3 dropped ones.) Today at 1:45.
— Janet Morris (@janersm) July 25, 2012
They tried to get her to make it for 10:45. That's 15 minutes into my 30 minute infusion. I don't think that would have worked.
— Janet Morris (@janersm) July 25, 2012
I probably lied about having anemia, too. You know, just to upset some random right-wing guy on the internet. And since I had shingles diagnosed at one of my infusions in 2013 for the anemia, then I obviously never had shingles, which is why I don’t really have that gnarly scar that has shown up in pictures of me since then.
I have to take Doxycycline in case an infection starts developing. And I have to watch for blood clots.
— Janet Morris (@janersm) July 25, 2012
Blood clots were definitely not a worry for me, since I obviously didn’t hit my head on the concrete. No pictures of my head injury have ever been shared, even earlier in this post. And why would I need Doxycycline? Fire ants never present with pustules.8 I probably made up my multiple antibiotic allergies just to upset this one dude.
Officially, my foot pain and yesterday's falling/fainting was due to an allergy to fire ants.
— Janet Morris (@janersm) July 25, 2012
And, of course, THAT NEVER HAPPENED. It was just a well-timed tweet by my obviously devious mind.
And tweets since then that have mentioned my allergy to ants and newly-established fear of them? All lies to upset this guy who I never talked to until just a few hours ago.
I'm surprised I don't have nightmares involving ants now. Of course, the thought of watching "Honey, I Shrunk the Kids" terrifies me.
— Janet Morris (@janersm) August 6, 2012
Every time I itch (anywhere), I start to panic about ants.
— Janet Morris (@janersm) August 7, 2012
I want to go get my frozen mac & cheese out of the big freezer, but I'm afraid to go past the ants.
— Janet Morris (@janersm) August 19, 2012
Dear ants, If you don't move yourselves away from me, I will squish you until you pop. Kthxbai.
— Janet Morris (@janersm) September 6, 2012
Okay, I'm allergic to ants and caffeine, which is funny because ants are also intolerant of caffeine. Okay, maybe not funny, but weird.
— Janet Morris (@janersm) November 12, 2014
@SoulThatMatters And fire ants.
— Janet Morris (@janersm) November 27, 2014
#Instagram :: Always good to have around, especially when you're allergic to ants and ha… t.co/BQMcBSWDt2 pic.twitter.com/0bDwYMCqIv
— Janet Morris (@janersm) December 25, 2014
In that one, I obviously wasted money on generic Benadryl because I was faking new ant bites.
Unlike #VeronicaMars, I'm never up for being strapped down to an ant hill, especially if they're fire ants. #allergy
— Janet Morris (@janersm) July 7, 2015
I may never watch Ant-Man because I'm allergic to ants. I get creeped out by the promos.
— Janet Morris (@janersm) October 14, 2015
It was all fake. My allergy. My health issues. All of it.
Today’s blog entry is brought to you by the concept of….
Sarcasm.
Obviously.
This guy also thinks that he can explain away mental illness as being a problem with the soul and evil910 and all kinds of stigmatized bullshit that even most outright religious weirdos have disavowed. Quite frankly, I should be embarrassed at how much time I spent playing with this particular trolling ignoramus, but I did have a little fun, plus I got to write a very sarcastic blog entry, which is always a special treat.
Uh-huh. Do you feel this anxious or paranoid normally? t.co/8j2B3SAi4h
— Janet Morris (@janersm) November 9, 2015
So, @AdmForrestal, I understand that your conspiracies are a result of a need for safety & for human companionship and that they give your explanations for things you don’t understand, but they’re actually making you more upset. Anxiety drives some people to develop or accept conspiracy theories, but the ones you have are unhealthy for you and those around you, so you need to step away from them and into reality.11
Welcome to reality, dude.
This is where the fun12 is at.
Oh, and lose the racism & Holocaust denying. That much hate really doesn’t look good on anyone.
I’m assuming ↩
Allergies. ↩
I didn’t mention them before because I thought they were unimportant. ↩
It was 93.9°F that day and very humid. ↩
The shirt my dad is wearing in that picture is the same shirt he wore today, which is technically yesterday now. ↩
That’s what an allergy is. ↩
Something that the doctors in the ER said I needed to do. ↩
They’re typically sterile, but they had to make sure that I didn’t develop some horrible skin infection that killed me. ↩
@janersm NO they had something wrong with their souls and minds because of evil, and having their world shattered
— JamesForrestal (@AdmForrestal) November 9, 2015
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@janersm The brain does not control the mind, btw all the things listed down their are made up by Big Pharma, to poison people
— JamesForrestal (@AdmForrestal) November 9, 2015
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And that’s a reality where patients are often accompanied by their families or their friends while in the ER and before they are fully stabilized. ↩
By fun, I mean sarcasm, because it’s so awesome. ↩
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This is an excellent film - it still surprises me that it'sbasically "talking heads" for an hour and a half, which was the length of the Wannsee Conference in Berlin in January of 1942. Informative and dramatic - hard to watch, as many films about the war are, but well worth it.
www.hbo.com/films/conspiracy/index.html
Kenneth Branagh and Stanley Tucci star in a recreation of the top-secret 1942 Nazi meeting in which the Third Reich's plans to exterminate millions of European Jews were revealed.
www.jewishaz.com/jewishnews/010525/actor.shtml
Kenneth Branagh, who suffered sleepless nights as a result of the material, actually fled the set in the middle of one scene. He was reciting the dialogue where Heydrich refers to the gas chambers and advises: "The machinery is waiting. Feed it."
"I had to go outside for a little while," confided the Oscar-nominated actor-director. "I just felt the cumulative weight of it all. At all times I was reminded that this happened: It was not fiction. It happened in a room like this and it took only 90 minutes and this man, this fantastically intelligent man Heydrich, was at the heart of it. I just felt this underlying revulsion at what happened and at the man himself. I didn't want to say the lines. It was the most disturbing experience of my 20-year acting career."
. . . Director Frank Pierson's goal was to engage audiences by "making them feel as if they were in that room at Wannsee, as if it were a live event," he said. To that end, he "kept the cameras always at eye level so viewers would imagine that they were sitting at the table."
www.branaghcompendium.com/conspiracy.html
From The Independent, 19 January 2002, by James Rampton
BBC2 Re-enacts the Chilling Dinner that Sealed the Fate of Thousands of Jews
Exquisite canapes are being prepared and fine wines decanted before the arrival of 15 esteemed guests at an elegant mansion in the salubrious Berlin suburb of Wannsee on 20 January 1942. Later, the host, the immaculately suave General Reinhard Heydrich, suggests that the guests unwind by listening to Schubert's Quintet in C major, as "the adagio will tear your heart out". However, these leading Nazi officials have not gathered to exchange social niceties, but to thrash out the logistics of Hitler's "Final Solution" for exterminating the Jews of Europe.
Loring Mandel's award-winning script for Conspiracy, a gripping, one-off drama for BBC2, is based on the only surviving copy of the top-secret "Wannsee Protocol", which was discovered in 1947 by American forces in the archives at the Reich's Foreign Office.
As the guests savour cordon-bleu dishes and high-grade cigars, they mull over a plan for disposing of all the Jews in continental Europe. Martin Luther, the Under Secretary of State (played by Kevin McNally), interrupts the detailed discussion of the mass "evacuation" of Jews to comment on the quality of the red wine being served at the table. The pervasive air of genteel decorum only serves to remind us of the political theorist Hannah Arendt, when she said that we are witnessing at close quarters "the banality of evil". The Hollywood Reporter concurs, concluding that the drama "points out the stunning ease with which the seeds of mass evil can germinate and thrive".
There is a half-hearted objection by the State Secretary of the Reich Chancellery, Dr. Friedrich Wilhelm Kritzinger (David Threlfall), but it's swiftly dismissed by the bullying Heydrich. What is truly shocking is that the majority simply take it as read that mass extermination of Europe's Jews is a good idea.
Kenneth Branagh, who recently portrayed Antarctic explorer Sir Ernest Shackleton on Channel 4, now turns his hand to the rather less noble Heydrich, who was Himmler's number two. Heydrich is undeniably repulsive, and yet bizarrely compelling. By turns charming and menacing, he exerts supreme control over those present. At one point, Luther asks if the Jews have a hell. "They do now," Heydrich smirks. "We provide it."
"Heydrich displayed a dazzling economy of effort," says Branagh. "Just by the force of his personality, his determination to push it through and his superb management skills, he was able to ensure that the most catastrophic event of the 20th century was initiated in just 90 minutes." This chilling performance won Branagh the Best Lead Actor Award at the Emmys, and a nomination the forthcoming Golden Globes.
Showing as part of the BBC's commemoration of Holocaust Memorial Day, Frank Pierson's film underscores only too well the old maxim that evil prospers when good men do nothing.