New Revelations Clear George Bush of 9-11 Involvement
Recent admissions of guilt by Al-Queda leader Khalid Sheikh Mohammed have cast new doubts about President George Bush's role in the 9-11 attacks on the World Trade Towers in New York City and the Pentagon in 2001. They have also exonerated Osama bin Laden of any involvement.
"I am responsible for the 9-11 operation from A to Z," Mohammed told a military tribunal at Guantanamo Bay on Thursday. He also claimed credit for the 2002 Bali bombings, the 1993 World Trade Centre attempted bombing, the attack on Pearl Harbour and the beheading of journalist Daniel Pearl.
Mohammed then claimed responsibility for plots to assassinate Pope John Paul and former American presidents Jimmy Carter & Bill Clinton, for buying the plane ticket and a new pair of Tom McCann 'Back to School' specials for that Shoe-Bomber guy - and about 20 other plots that were never carried out. He also admitted to double-parking twice in one day in New York City and once claiming to have lost a library book rather than having to pay the late fees.
This latest news casts doubts that all of the above atrocities can still be attributed to reputed Al-Queda head-honcho Osama bin Laden.
As Mohammed told the military tribunal, "Oh sure, Osama is a nice guy and a good spiritual leader, but as for doing the kind of planning, homework and backgrounding that I've done to pull off at least two of these plots, well, he just doesn't have it. Let's face it, Osama couldn't put together a grocery list and then come back from the supermarket with everything on it - let alone devise a plan for mass destruction and then carry it off."
"Look, we were lucky to run those Ruskies out of Afghanistan back in the '80s after Osama showed up to 'help,' " continued Mohammed. "Thank Allah, at least he brought his Dad's wallet."
As he was led out of the secret courtroom, Mohammed could be heard loudly chanting, "In your face, Osama! Those 72 virgins are mine." And then cackling diabolically like a crazed criminal mastermind, "Mine! All mine, bah-hah-ha!"
Mohammed also claimed to have prepared assassination threats on Pakistan's President Pervez Musharraf, scene-maker Henry Kissinger, CNN 'personality' Anderson Cooper, planned suicide bombings on every Israeli embassy throughout the world and fixing the 1928 World Series.
Military-intelligence authorities however remain skeptical of Mohammed's claims to have regularly short-sheeted George W. Bush's bed while they were both attending Harvard in the 1970s.
"I am responsible for the 9-11 operation from A to Z," Mohammed told a military tribunal at Guantanamo Bay on Thursday. He also claimed credit for the 2002 Bali bombings, the 1993 World Trade Centre attempted bombing, the attack on Pearl Harbour and the beheading of journalist Daniel Pearl.
Mohammed then claimed responsibility for plots to assassinate Pope John Paul and former American presidents Jimmy Carter & Bill Clinton, for buying the plane ticket and a new pair of Tom McCann 'Back to School' specials for that Shoe-Bomber guy - and about 20 other plots that were never carried out. He also admitted to double-parking twice in one day in New York City and once claiming to have lost a library book rather than having to pay the late fees.
This latest news casts doubts that all of the above atrocities can still be attributed to reputed Al-Queda head-honcho Osama bin Laden.
As Mohammed told the military tribunal, "Oh sure, Osama is a nice guy and a good spiritual leader, but as for doing the kind of planning, homework and backgrounding that I've done to pull off at least two of these plots, well, he just doesn't have it. Let's face it, Osama couldn't put together a grocery list and then come back from the supermarket with everything on it - let alone devise a plan for mass destruction and then carry it off."
"Look, we were lucky to run those Ruskies out of Afghanistan back in the '80s after Osama showed up to 'help,' " continued Mohammed. "Thank Allah, at least he brought his Dad's wallet."
As he was led out of the secret courtroom, Mohammed could be heard loudly chanting, "In your face, Osama! Those 72 virgins are mine." And then cackling diabolically like a crazed criminal mastermind, "Mine! All mine, bah-hah-ha!"
Mohammed also claimed to have prepared assassination threats on Pakistan's President Pervez Musharraf, scene-maker Henry Kissinger, CNN 'personality' Anderson Cooper, planned suicide bombings on every Israeli embassy throughout the world and fixing the 1928 World Series.
Military-intelligence authorities however remain skeptical of Mohammed's claims to have regularly short-sheeted George W. Bush's bed while they were both attending Harvard in the 1970s.
posted by Sonny Drysdale at 5:43 AM
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What about the Lindbergh baby?
The way it went down was like this - Khalik Shiekh Mohammed wandered into the 12th Precinct in the Village and confessed to the Lindbergh baby killing.
Wojo filed it with the rest of the confessions for that case. But Dietrich put two and two together and they booked him.
Barney was proud; Harris smirked; Luger made a racist comment and Levitt complained about being short and underappreciated.
You're absolutely right, Crazy Legs - I knew'd I'd seen this movie before.
I'm the man who shot Liberty Valence, so that file can be dusted off and marked "SOLVED."
Butch - word on the street has it that you also once shot a man in Reno - just to watch him die.
"A Boy Named Sue"
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
Geez, getting banned from posting on the Free Press blog is an honour on a par with getting banned from city hall. That's like three stripes on the arm in the army.
The difference is HP you got banned from Alt-London by moi for unbridled bigotry and stereotyping, when most intelligent people realize labels are for soup cans not people.
The posts the Freep don't want on their site are about the Lombardo Museum and city hall coverage/ recorded votes.
Huge difference, although I realize you could never see it in a billion light years.
Now cut your whining and go out and do something for your community. Redeem yourself you worm-infested mothball.
HP, you have a well-deserved reputation in London as a delusional whack-job and kook.
I could care less what you say about the NDP.
You were banned from Alt for shameless bigotry, after I foolishly allowed you back in.
You have no self-control or judgment whatsoever, taking less than a few weeks to resume your nonsense. That's what Internet trolls do -- try and provoke a reaction to their pathological neuroses. It's attention seeking in its lowest form.
You should donate your cranium to medical science for future psychologists to study. You just may be the Missing Link between a pile of shit and a lightning bolt.
Regarding Lombardo, your comments are meaningless.
Redeem yourself, do community work. Otherwise, you're doomed.
Another nonsensical post from the Old Crone of Cawdor, the old dingbat in the dark house at the end of the road, with bats in the belfry.
That's right, HP, I'm Sapphire, doug rogers, News Hound, B.G.B., The WSFC, Greg Fowler, Gord Leffley, borat kusina, Real Jamie, Groucho, hardhead, War Paint, jOe wAglye, kilgore trout, Phil, Timberlake etc. etc. etc.
Why, I'm even Sonny Drysdale, when I drop acid!
And that's why the registered hits on the site have been:
Sunday 6143; Monday 6702; Tuesday, 6972.
I just sit there clicking on Alt-London to impress doughheads like you.
I repeat: Do something for your community. Go clean up the graffiti. Something. Anything. Leave your idle whining behind. Otherwise you're doomed.
I'll get right on that four-month-old scoop, HP.
In fact, I'm going to put a hot-off-the-press Bulldog edition on that burning story where a bunch of political flyers showed up at the doors of some members of the local Jewish community trying to get them to vote a certain way.
To top it off there were poltical cartoons on the back of the flyers, cartoons from the Canadian mainstream media.
Who knows, there might even be a copyright infringement in this barn burner!
Stay tuned! I've got 20 sluggos working around the clock on this expose! It'll rock the socks off Melonville!
I will continue to give Mr. Gillespie his marching orders. That will never change, HP.
I also have some special plans for you volunteering in this fine community.
When I'm done with you, you will receive a special citation from the mayor: The Most Improved Bigot in London.
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
Yesterday I noticed that they'd locked down the comments to Ian Gillespie's blog about the Lombardo Museum. Nobody could post comments or even read them.
I'm sure he was pissed as it would have been done by his editor(s)
Now he's no longer even listed as a blogger.
What ever can it all mean, HP?
It means I win, HP. Give up, you're done like a friggin' dinner. Take the fork with dignity!
Where'd you get the post, HP? Alt-London? Because that post is there as well on page 2.
I don't see Ian's blog on the LFP.
Regarding the date, anybody can change those dates after they copy and paste.
And, as usual you misunderstood what I originally posted. I'm speculating but it wouldn't surprise me if Ian said stick it if you aren't going to let people post on my blog.
And they've removed Greg Fowler's post and removed Ian's answer to my post, plus my response to him.
I accessed Ian's blog by clicking on "blogs" in the left-hand galley. The only post/ comment on the Lombardo Museum thread is yours, HP.
All the others have been deleted, including my response to his original thread.
And Ian's picture isn't with the three other bloggers on the home page.
Something's up or it's screwed up.
Sure, today Ian Gillespie's photo is up but James Reaney's is not. Yesterday, it was the other way around.
There's four bloggers -- or blogging categories -- HP.
The final staple in your cardboartd coffin is this:
2007-03-22 16:05 - Other Posts
Posted by: Barry Wells
Where'd the other posts go? Several have been deleted. Plus Ian's photo and blog isn't with the others in the box on the homepage. Could only access it by clicking on "blogs" in the left galley.
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2007-03-23 08:45 - Do Not Adjust Your Set
Posted by: Ian Gillespie
Sorry, Barry....We've been having some technical problems at this end (something to do with the prehistoric operating system on my computer, it seems). I'll try to find those other posts. (Conspiracy theorists out there may think this smacks of censorship, but to be honest, we're not organized enough for that. At least I'm not.)
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2007-03-23 10:18 - Honey Pot
Posted by: Honey Pot
Please do hurry Mr. Gillipse. The anticipation and excitement of reading those two gone missing post has kept me up at nights. I must admit, I thought there was something conspiratorial in place, when the two post went MIA. I was thinking the anti-Guy lobbyist had somehow gained control of the London Free press, and wanted to hide the fact the Guy existed here in London. I will sleep better now, knowing there are people out there willing to spend our hard earned tax dollars on keeping the old Guy playing baseball.
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So, you're WRONG again, HP.
Just once in your or my friggin' life, HP, I'd like to see you get it right.
Just once.
Is it too much to ask?
HP, Ian has indicated that they are experiencing technical poroblems with the Free Press blog.
They're also making changes.
You denied that anything was wrong.
TRANSLATION: I kick your ass again for the umpteenth time. It's like 150 - zip. You're the zip. The Zero. The Big Fat Goose Egg.
Alt-London a dying blog?
Why then are the number of hits UP APPROXIMATELY 80 PER CENT from last Novermber and December?
Make that Butch McLarty: 151, Honey Pot: zip.
I LOVE differences of opinion. Always have, always will. I enjoy arguing with someone who has a heartfelt and credible point of view.
What I loathe is bigotry by individuals who either never take the time to research anything or misunderstand everything they come across in life.
Most bigots and White Supremicists are poorly educated, low self-esteem knobs who blame their shit-hole lot in life (due to their negative attitude) on externals -- people of different faiths and backgrounds.
They direct their hate to scapegoats to try and compensate for their lack of happiness, their lack of a centered life.
Ring any bells, HP?
Knock knock, is HP home?
Nah, she's on a semi-permanent vacation in Purgatory. In the meantime, she hates everything and tries to stir up shit.
PROGNOSIS: Run outside right now, bask in the sunlight, breath in the fresh air and yell, "I promise to change my life. I am a child of God and Butch McLarty is my master. He gave me my name, he gave me everything. He is so very very wise. When he tells me to do community work, I will do it!"
Do that or you're DOOMED on a permanent bad acid trip, just like your retarded hero, George Bush.
A half-wit who's respopnsible for nearly as many deaths and injuries as Saddam Hussein.
The price of having a stupid president is many deaths and many injuries, including psychiatric illnesses.
Why don't you start your own blog, HP? It's not difficult to do.
Then you won't have to sponge off of other people's like a parasitical leech, feeding off the honest energy of other people.
Show some initiative, HP. Instead of always criticizing my blog, show me how it's done. Put me to shame.
But then you'd have to have the energy, initiative and jam-tart to actually do something for a change, instead of sitting on the sidelines forever whining like a pitiful human dud.
What a waste, HP.
Stabd up and be counted. Get moving! There's still hope.
Start your own blog, HP. Show me how it's done. Put me to shame.
Then you wouldn't have to spend all your time feeding off the energy of others like a parasitical leech.
Get off the sidelines, HP. Show some initiative, energy and jam-tart. Do something for a change instead of always criticizing from the sidelines.
What, no original thoughts of your own? No energy or creativity? No nuthin'?
Get a head transplant and all your problems will be over. No more devil worshipping.
Au contraire, HP, every time you besmirch my good and noble name on the Internet, I get goose bumps.
Don't stop, don't stop, don't ever stop!
Honey Pot, the Dominatirix.
Sonny, I think HP wants a visit with the River Ratz.
Vas dis beating meat? I'm not familiar with this phrase.
What is the purpose of beating the meat? To tenderize it?
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