9/11 Truth Film Festival in Oakland, CA on Wed. Sept. 11, 2013, 1PM to 11PM

9/11 is the litmus test.

So many of the things that reverberate to today are based on the unwillingness to demand full,
open and transparent investigations of the attack, the crime scene forensics,
and the apparent response failures. Anyone not in lockstep with the coming
"payback" was a traitor, and anyone questioning the official
narrative was a nutter. That the people so readily dismissing the skeptics, did
not heed to call themselves to demand what the commission itself determined;
that a proper investigation was needed to uncover the truth.

Remember, the alternate explanation to deride conspiracy, was the supposedly comforting
notion that incompetence, an unrelated type of criminality (the destruction of
evidence), the desire to cover your butt, and a string of bad luck and/or
remarkable coincidence, explained the seeming contradictions and that the right
enemy had been targeted anyway, so no time to navel gaze as we needed to get
our bloodbath up and running.

My recollection is somewhat shorter as to what I saw and what we lost. I live in
So Cal and commute to downtown LA, and have for over 20+ years. For *exactly* a
day and a half (the same amount of time the air stays smog free after a good
rain), the normally selfish and inattentive motorists drove in manner virtually
unseen before or since. Over that two day period, they actually showed noticeable
consideration and no longer drove oblivious to those around them, not caring
who they cut off or didn't let in or honked at for going too slow, or not getting
out of the way fast enough...they treated the other drivers as fellow Americans
that were also possibly traumatized or numb and that the default position might
be that they would appreciate a random act of kindness from a stranger who
might just cut another person a break for no other reason than they thought the
anonymous person could use one.

And then, as if it never happened in the first place, it was over. That was how long it took
to revert back to type, and embrace dysfunction as normalcy.

And that's how we got to where we are today.

There are some things in life that we can't turn back the clock on, but tragically that
is true even on those things we could turn back the clock on. We're just not
that smart or that caring, and I don't think it's overly pessimistic to say
that we never will be.

I was right up the street when the towers fell. On the eve of this year's anniversary, I submit a piece that recalls that fateful day in horrific detail: Chapter 1 of Biff Thuringer's novel "Wasted," an angry thriller that tears the tumor-infested skin off of the toxic underbelly of the American Dream. http://hvchronic.com/2013/09/wasted-chapter-1-emergency-911-2/