The difficult truth of 9/11

9-11Never forget.

Where is the reality, the truth of what actually occurred on September 11th of 2001?

Since that fateful Tuesday, I have said that we — Americans — need to see what really happened to the occupants of the Twin Towers. We need to see and hear and read and understand what truly transpired with the lives of those who were killed that day. Because, you see, most of these real-life sights and sounds have been sanitized and scrubbed from the media these days; we find such things too disturbing, too graphic. Our dainty sensibilities might become offended.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to offend. I am pushback. I am here to remind you in stark, gravid detail, color and description. I couldn’t care less if you are a snowflake. I am here to show you the 9/11 jumpers and the decisions they made.

Here is what happened to the jumpers and those still trapped within the Twin Towers: one million tonstwo billion pounds (2,000,000,000) — of concrete and steel fell down upon citizens of the United States of America, turning human tissue to liquid and leaving most with no way of being identified whatsoever.

9-11-jumperThe science of falling human flesh indicates that an average 200 pound human being, with air resistance, will eventually reach a terminal velocity of around 53 m/s (195 km/h or 122 mph). The Twin Towers were 1,362 feet tall. We know that 99% of the terminal velocity for a human will be reached at around 1,880 feet. Since we also know that Americans did not jump from the top of the buildings but, instead, some stories down, it would be scientifically safe to posit that jumpers reached between 100 and 110 mph at their point of impact with the metal or concrete below.

This is what awaited the jumpers as they took their final step.

9-11-jumper-1A common misconception is that many died mid-jump. That is incorrect. The bulk died upon impact; only those who were already suffering from traumatic burns or egregious wounds may — and I say may — have died enroute their impact sites.

For most, at their velocities, they had a full 10 to 14 seconds to impact. Almost all were completely conscious and, if their eyes were open, they would have seen the World Trade Center become rapidly smaller if they were on their backs, or shockingly larger if they were on their stomachs not unlike a sky diver. Some may have even had their eyes open upon impact. Some may actually have had the rush of the air resistance physically rip pieces of burned flesh and clothing from their bodies as they fell.

You are an employee within the World Trade Centers that day. You would not know what was happening to you, as we know today in hindsight. You would be confused, in panic mode. You would either have survived or, trapped on certain floors with others, you would be attempting to locate a way out.

You could have been splashed with Jet-A fuel (Jet-A powers modern commercial airliners and is a mix of pure kerosene and anti-freeze) and set ablaze immediately. Or you could be surrounded by burning objects and left with only one possible exit strategy: try to somehow knock out a window to the outside world.

Knowing as we do the fire triangle — that is to say, combustion requires oxygen, heat and fuel — we know that when persons trapped in the WTC even managed to break open the windows, the resultant air flow would have enabled flames to burn even hotter by enriching the oxygen content.

Now you have a choice. Imagine. You can burn to death via the flames behind you, or you can knock out a window. If you fail to knock out a window, yes, you burn to death. If you knock out a window or locate a window aperture already damaged, you have time to contemplate. Perhaps a few minutes, perhaps a few seconds. Do you turn to face the flames? Or do you seek the very thing that keeps you alive and has done so for years? The open air?

Perhaps now the flames are licking at your back. You have seen some of your friends, or persons you don’t know, step out into the abyss, their choices having been made. Again, your choice: do I burn to death or do I simply jump?

9-11-jumper-2And that, you recognize with finality, is the sum total of your life.

Here is how and where you end.

You did what you did, you loved who you loved, you accomplished what you accomplished, only to have your life reach this point: I am going to choose death, either way. Your brain sees and twists things, your entire life, years, into a few seconds. The lizard brain rules. Survival. Only this time survival equals death. Either way. You lose.

Your brain asks: how did I get here? It doesn’t matter. You’re here now.

There is an open portal. The air is rushing past you because of the broken WTC window on this perfect day, this blue sky day, this day without clouds, this day that embraces you and now somehow beckons. You see momentarily the land and the sea before and below and the seemingly strong winds blow what hair you have left back if it isn’t already burned off.

Some people wished they could have opened a window for fresh ventilation at the WTC. You may have been one of those. But now your wish is not to have been anywhere near an open window at this juncture.

Except that: now, the clothing on your back is on fire.

9-11-burnedTurn or go forward. You go forward.

Ten seconds later.

You were conscious and then you die.

Then billions of pounds collapse upon you.

On Tuesday, September 11th, of 2001.

BZ

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15 years on: 9/11/2001

9-11Never forget.

But wait.  That is sanitized.  Where is the reality, the truth of what actually occurred on September 11th of 2001?

Since that fateful Tuesday, I have said that we — Americans — need to see what really happened to the occupants of the Twin Towers.  We need to see and hear and read and understand what truly transpired with the lives of those who were killed that day.  Because, you see, most of these real-life sights and sounds have been sanitized and scrubbed from the media these days; we find such things too disturbing, too graphic.  Our dainty sensibilities might become offended.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to offend.  I am pushback.  I am here to remind you in stark, gravid detail, color and description.  I couldn’t care less if you are a snowflake.  I am here to show you the 9/11 jumpers and the decisions they made.

Here is what happened to the jumpers and those still trapped within the Twin Towers: one million tonstwo billion pounds (2,000,000,000) — of concrete and steel fell down upon citizens of the United States of America, turning human tissue to liquid and leaving most with no way of being identified whatsoever.

9-11-jumperThe science of falling human flesh indicates that an average 200 pound human being, with air resistance, will eventually reach a terminal velocity of around 53 m/s (195 km/h or 122 mph).  The Twin Towers were 1,362 feet tall.  We know that 99% of the terminal velocity for a human will be reached at around 1,880 feet.  Since we also know that Americans did not jump from the top of the buildings but, instead, some stories down, it would be scientifically safe to posit that jumpers reached between 100 and 110 mph at their point of impact with the metal or concrete below.

This is what awaited the jumpers as they took their final step.

9-11-jumper-1A common misconception is that many died mid-jump.  That is incorrect.  The bulk died upon impact; only those who were already suffering from traumatic burns or egregious wounds may — and I say may — have died enroute their impact sites.

For most, at their velocities, they had a full 10 to 14 seconds to impact.  Almost all were completely conscious and, if their eyes were open, they would have seen the World Trade Center become rapidly smaller if they were on their backs, or shockingly larger if they were on their stomachs not unlike a sky diver.  Some may have even had their eyes open upon impact.  Some may actually have had the rush of the air resistance physically rip pieces of burned flesh and clothing from their bodies as they fell.

You are an employee within the World Trade Centers that day.  You would not know what was happening to you, as we know today in hindsight.  You would be confused, in panic mode.  You would either have survived or, trapped on certain floors with others, you would be attempting to locate a way out.

You could have been splashed with Jet-A fuel (Jet-A powers modern commercial airliners and is a mix of pure kerosene and anti-freeze) and set ablaze immediately.  Or you could be surrounded by burning objects and left with only one possible exit strategy: try to somehow knock out a window to the outside world.

Knowing as we do the fire triangle — that is to say, combustion requires oxygen, heat and fuel — we know that when persons trapped in the WTC even managed to break open the windows, the resultant air flow would have enabled flames to burn even hotter by enriching the oxygen content.

Now you have a choice.  Imagine.  You can burn to death via the flames behind you, or you can knock out a window.  If you fail to knock out a window, yes, you burn to death.  If you knock out a window or locate a window aperture already damaged, you have time to contemplate.  Perhaps a few minutes, perhaps a few seconds.  Do you turn to face the flames?  Or do you seek the very thing that keeps you alive and has done so for years?  The open air?

Perhaps now the flames are licking at your back.  You have seen some of your friends, or persons you don’t know, step out into the abyss, their choices having been made.  Again, your choice: do I burn to death or do I simply jump?

9-11-jumper-2And that, you recognize with finality, is the sum total of your life.

Here is how and where you end.

You did what you did, you loved who you loved, you accomplished what you accomplished, only to have your life reach this point: I am going to choose death, either way.  Your brain sees and twists things, your entire life, years, into a few seconds.  The lizard brain rules.  Survival.  Only this time survival equals death.  Either way.  You lose.

Your brain asks: how did I get here?  It doesn’t matter.  You’re here now.

There is an open portal.  The air is rushing past you because of the broken WTC window on this perfect day, this blue sky day, this day without clouds, this day that embraces you and now somehow beckons.  You see momentarily the land and the sea before and below and the seemingly strong winds blow what hair you have left back if it isn’t already burned off.

Some people wished they could have opened a window for fresh ventilation at the WTC.  You may have been one of those.  But now your wish is not to have been anywhere near an open window at this juncture.

Except that: now, the clothing on your back is on fire.

9-11-burnedTurn or go forward.  You go forward.

Ten seconds later.

You were conscious and then you die.

Then billions of pounds collapse upon you.

On Tuesday, September 11th, of 2001.

BZ

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Reflections on Orlando: we’re not learning

Muslim Kills 49 Orlando Gay ClubApologies for the lack of current posts. Personal issues. — BZ ]

The US is not learning from the radical wave of Islam that is thundering across Europe right now and, of course, it is having its own effects here.

I’m referencing the San Bernardino shootings from December of last year by Muslims and most recently the Orlando gay bar mass shooting on Saturday night/Sunday morning in Florida.  This Islamic fuck — whose name isn’t warranted printing here on my blog — now holds the “record” for the number of persons killed in one US mass shooting, at 49 murdered and 53 wounded.  (Except for Antietam, where roughly 22,000 persons were killed in one day, American vs American, and perhaps Wounded Knee.)

The wife of this piece of shit was a clear accomplice and should be charged as a co-conspirator to murder.  She knew that, on June 4th and 5th, he purchased a 9mm handgun and an AR-15 rifle.  She knew how false he was.  Of what his dogma truly consisted.  You cannot live together and now know, unless you are continents away.  They were not.  She knew his heart.  She knew what he was.  And what he wasn’t.  Specifically, she knew about the attack.

Oh, but wait.  It was not an AR-15 the Islamic fuck possessed.  It was a Sig Sauer MCX carbine which shares no major parts with an AR-15.  At all.  The MCX also  Of course, how can you fault the American Media Maggots?  Everything, as you well know, is an AR-15.  This is no mistake, naturally.  This is called a narrative.

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And like good anti-gun Lefitsts, everything evil must be an AR-15.  Therefore the ammunition for AR-15s must be eliminated as well.

Clue into this, Leftists: again, like the bulk of most recent shootings in the US, he was in compliance with the current gun laws for the area.  Further, he was a security operator for a company that held a contract with the federal government.  He not only had to pass local security laws for possession of various weapons — as a security operator that guarded federal facilities — but had to pass federal background checks.

And did.

Further, the FBI conducted two separate investigations into the suspect.  They found nothing.  They cleared him.  They met with him three times.

We — the United States — we are not learning.

The Muslim fuck was working for a multi-national security company that employs about 625,000 people with many contracts to the US federal government.  A “security company” can range from someone guarding a parking lot to persons providing specialized security for special ops American forces on the ground — as with those highlighted in the “13 Hours of Benghazi.

With these contracts, the federal government required a security backgrounding of every employee.  Both sides failed to report.  The Muslim fuck had two gun licenses.  One was for the rifle — the “AR-15” — and it is unlikely he would have acquired these licenses had his employer known of the FBI investigation.  They proscribe even “contact” with the FBI.

AR6[ Hillary Clinton, as an aside, is wrong again as the bint she is.  The “AR-15” she falsely said was involved is not a “weapon of war.”  It is a rifle.  It shoots semi-automatically.  It is in fact used by hunters.  What she really objects to, like most Leftists, is that it has odd bits and angles that make it, with its black color, appear to be completely sinister in their over-imaginative minds. ]

The FBI concluded it lacked sufficient evidence to go forward with even what they call a “preliminary investigation.”  But whatever they found out about him, they should have told his employer.  In that they failed.

Let me repeat for the abundant Leftists amongst you here and now: the Islamic fuck Omar Mateen (okay, sorry) passed every background check required by the state and by the federal government.  He was never “institutionalized” as well.  But there’s more; just wait a few paragraphs.

Captain Obvious: the bar was a “No Gun Zone.”  Right.  Larfs all around.  But nothing works against a gun like?  Right.  Another gun.

Columbine, Newtown.  All of these mass killings took place where the government prohibited people from protecting themselves.  A “gun free zone” is like shooting fish in a barrel.  Gays or not.

A LE axiom: when an assailant is confronted sooner rather than later, lives are saved.  Period.

Leftists immediately jumped to gun control.  And the American Media Maggots helped to buttress that so-called “argument.”

There was no call from the Oval Office to Orlando.  Party politics.  Leftist Obaka to Republican Governor Rick Scott.  Didn’t happen.

There is no doubt that the Muslim fuck was motivated by Islam.  His father was a supporter of the Taliban.  The Muslim fuck himself cheered when planes struck the WTC on 9/11.  Inspire magazine exists to, eh, “inspire” after all.

On the other hand, it could be clear that the Muslim fuck was sexually confounded.  He could have been trying to resolve various homosexual issues that he finally applied to the Pulse gay bar.

I suspect there were a number of motivators of the Muslim fuck.

I suspect that he was conflicted with his own personal sexuality.  I suspect that he realized the inherent conflict that exists in the Middle East — a conflict that very few persons seem willing to address in the Western Media.  That is to say, the conflict that exists between small boys and older men.

In the ME form of Islam it does not seem to be disagreeable that small boys are penetrated anally for sexual satisfaction.

US soldiers in ME assignments realize this rather rapidly: “women are for procreation, and boys are for fun.”

That brings us to the “bacha bazi” dancing boys.  Click at your own disgust.

Muslim Bacha Bazi BoysThe secret shame of Afghanistan’s bacha bazi ‘dancing boys’ who are made to dress like little girls, then abused by paedophiles

  • Bacha bazi, meaning ‘boy play’, is a tradition found across Afghanistan, where boys dress as women and perform

  • But these boys, some as young as 10, are also sexually abused by the men – passed around after the parties

  • The stigma of having been a ‘bacha bereesh’ sees the victims shunned by their families and society

  • However, ‘owning’ more than one boy is seen as a display of both power and wealth among some Afghan war lords

  • See full news coverage and stories from Afghanistan at www.dailymail.co.uk/afghanistan 

For some deviant reason, in the ME form of Islam, this is not considered a form of pederasty.  Only when one transitions from boys to men is buggery considered verboten by Islam.  And by that the Islamic fuck found himself conflicted.  He was not attracted by boys.

He liked men.  He hated America.  He may have been spurned in conflict of his religion.  It only takes one blowjob to make someone a “homosexual.”  And that appellation of “homosexual” is completely unacceptable in Islam.

As a conflicted homosexual, to attack a gay bar would solve the bulk of his problems.  It would resolve his unstated sexuality, and it would place him into a place of importance within Islam.  Let’s kill gays.

But instead of Islam or violence or philosophy, instead, according to Obama and his sycophants, it’s all about guns.

If guns were the issue, then what about Belgium?  What about France?  What about the UK?  What about California?  These locations all have the strictest gun control imaginable.  California has the strongest, most constrictive laws on the books of any state — and they are creating even more.

And yet it’s about the tools and not about the root cause.

To Leftists: let there be no mistake.  Barack Hussein Obama has drawn the battle lines between Islam and gays.

Guess what?  Islam wins.

“Evil always wins through the strength of its splendid dupes; and there has in all ages been a disastrous alliance between abnormal innocence and abnormal sin.”
— G.K. Chesterton

BZ

P.S.
The most immediate goal of Leftists now?  To eliminate those weapons which have detachable magazines.

Trust me.

 

USN Chaplain Bernard = hero

USN Chaplain BernardAt a time when military chaplains are all but gutted of their religion, when Islam is pushed down into the military chaplaincy, when US military generals and admirals quake at the potential usage of the word “God” in sermons because it may adversely affect their careers, there is one military chaplain with courage and testicles.

From The Blaze.com:

Navy Chaplain Reveals the Touching Thing He Does Every Night Aboard the USS New York to Remember Each of the 343 Firefighters Who Died on 9/11

by Bill Hallowell

A touching tradition has formed aboard the USS New York, a Navy ship that is made, in part, from steel recovered from the World Trade Center following the 9/11 attack.

The chaplain aboard the vessel says a prayer over the loudspeaker around 9:55 every evening — an invocation that recaps the day’s happenings and commemorates an individual firefighter who perished during the terrorist attack.

In a video posted by Stars and Stripes, Lt. Justin Bernard, the chaplain aboard the USS New York, is observed invoking God during one of these public prayers, specifically thanking the Lord for keeping members of the military safe.

This will not, however, play well with the US military’s various chiefs of staff.  If they aren’t promoting Islam or Wicca, military chaplains find themselves predominantly hamstrung.

Some chaplains can no longer mention God or Jesus or any specific deity.  Save that of Mohammad in re Islam.  One cannot do away with Islam in the military.  That would be religionist.

Still and all, apparently Chaplain Lt. Justin Bernard shines through.

Bernard goes through an alphabetical list to find names, taking the time to research each individual in an effort to learn more about life stories — information that he then integrates into the prayers. Read more about that process here.

If history is any predictor, not for long.

God bless this man, working in the ship constructed with actual steel sourced from the fallen World Trade towers.

BZ