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13th mailing 08-29-05

No responses received except for one, a one liner. The rest were auto-replies and one echo-back.  None sent besides this mailing number 13.  If you’ve received anything else it wasn’t from me.

Since I wrote my last letter I was sure the ‘mainstream media’ of this country, the New York Times, the Washington Post, the LA Times, NPR, PBS etc. would bow to the inevitable and recognize the futility of ignoring the barrage of facts out there on the web detailing this government’s murderous crimes.  Motivated and encouraged by the enormous amount of excellent information available they would begin to investigate our nation’s leaders and what they have done to this country.

I was wrong.

I no longer find it remarkable that the U.S.’s ‘mainstream media’ still adamantly refuse to investigate the real motives behind 911. Perhaps they consider 911 a fait a’compli and therefore not worth their attention.  Perhaps they feel the deaths of those 3,500 Americans should only serve our elite’s pious exhortations of obedience to lay down our lives for an endless series of causes that have already proven to be untrue. Perhaps the U.S. media really don’t care about their reputations.  Perhaps it’s just a matter of a paycheck to them.

What I do find remarkable however, and to be quite honest, unbelievably absurd is their lack of coverage regarding our governments continued and on-going malfeasance in the “war on terror”.

Given the overwhelming evidence, the thousands of letters, e-mails, blogs and foreign newspaper articles generated every day uncovering this administration’s lies one would think sheer embarrassment or perhaps a residual sense of morality would have impelled these “institutions of the forth estate” to do their duty.  As has been the case for far to long however they have shown obedience only to their corporate obligations rather then the people, their readers and the citizens of this country, whom they are supposed to serve.

It’s almost as if they still don’t realize there’s something out there called the world wide web, that people can actually get on it, and use it to discover the truth.

Using a few of the articles I’ve collected and an old 33k dial-up modem I obtained the following web sites in less then 90 minutes.  Think of what you could do with a high-speed line and a few hours.

NOTE : I have no connection with any of the sites listed below, nor do they with me. Simply consider them as annotations supporting what I’ve written and an encouragement for you to do your own research.

Specific Articles

http://www.crisispapers.org/Editorials/PNAC-Primer.htm
http://tvnewslies.org/html/stop_ignoring_9_11__pnac.html
http://whatreallyhappened.com/911_reichstag.html
http://globalresearch.ca/articles/MOR505A.html
http://www.tbrnews.org/Archives/a1574.htm
http://www.wanttoknow.info/9-11timeline60pg
http://www.wanttoknow.info/coverupnews#a911
http://www.thenation.com/doc/20050718/holtzman
http://context.themoscowtimes.com/stories/2005/06/24/120.html
http://www.atimes.com/atimes/Middle_East/GG09Ak01.html
http://mondediplo.com/2005/07/03nation
http://mondediplo.com/2005/07/02usa
http://mondediplo.com/2005/07/07instability
http://bushwatch.com/floydspring05.htm
http://empireburlesquenow.blogspot.com/2005/03/tattoo-nation-america-pays-cover.html
http://www.atimes.com/atimes/Central_Asia/GG19Ag04.html
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/08/22/AR2005082201447.html
http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/english/doc/2005-08/25/content_472089.htm
http://web.takebackthemedia.com/geeklog/public_html/article.php?story=20050219164651234
http://www.thetruthseeker.co.uk/print.asp?ID=3071
http://www.antiwar.com/engelhardt/?articleid=6300
http://www.christusrex.org/www1/news/nyt-6-25-05c.html
http://www.tompaine.com/articles/20050620/why_george_went_to_war.php
http://www.atimes.com/atimes/Middle_East/EE09Ak01.html
http://home.earthlink.net/~platter/neo-conservatism/pnac.html
http://www.tvnewslies.org/html/thou_shalt_not_accuse_.html
http://www.globalresearch.ca/articles/MOR505A.html
http://www.zmag.org/content/showarticle.cfm?SectionID=80&ItemID=8583
http://www.wanttoknow.info/050802coverupnewssummary
http://www.apfn.net/messageboard/06-28-05/discussion.cgi.62.html
http://www.ratical.org/ratville/CAH/RRinIraq.html
http://www.indymedia.org.uk/en/2005/07/319471.html
http://www.editorandpublisher.com/eandp/news/article_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1001050106
http://www.ratical.org/ratville/CAH/warisaracket.html
http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article9698.htm
http://www.rinf.com/news/aug-05/57.html

Main Web Sites

http://www.wanttoknow.info/
http://www.globalpolicy.org/
http://www.thenation.com/
http://www.atimes.com/
http://mondediplo.com/
http://www.chris-floyd.com/
http://www.tompaine.com/
http://www.atimes.com/
http://alternet.org/
http://www.globalresearch.ca/
http://www.autobahn.mb.ca/~het/terror_war/tw_wk197.html
http://www.zmag.org/
http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/
http://usa.mediamonitors.net/
http://crisispapers.org/
http://www.pinr.com/

If you are a regular viewer or reader of the ‘mainstream media’ and discover it’s the first time you’ve read about these issues, ask yourself why?

The U.S. media’s lack of coverage regarding our government’s past and current crimes is of course an important issue. It is a moral imperative to bring all the people to justice in the U.S. who helped facilitate 911, those wonderful, brilliant individuals who ‘somehow’ so ‘fortuitously’ pre-positioned themselves to make money off of it, the ones who exploited it as a reason de’ettra to launch a war on the rest of the world.

 However I am well aware that tens of millions of my fellow citizens along with the ‘mainstream’ US media would consider this belief to be a personal failing. That at best it’s simply an eccentricity for someone to feel this way, at worst it’s a sign of insanity.

But ALL of you, EVERYONE OF YOU should ask yourself this question.  Would the US’s media warn us of upcoming terrorist ‘events’?

Obviously our media would report information of an impending attack to the ‘proper’ authorities, whoever they would be.  But would our media tell us if these authorities took any action

Like our authorities, our ‘mainstream’ media has so far shown a complete and utter inability to ‘follow the money’ especially when it might lead to any of the powerful or wealthy in our society or even to foreign countries like Saudi Arabia. Would our media expose issues, evidence, preparations, unauthorized FBI, CIA or NSA leaks, or warnings, of another attack to help prevent one; if by so doing they endangered the profits of, or would cause embarrassment to, the powerful few. Or would they remain silent as they have for the last four years and let another ‘event’ take place?

And if such an ‘event’ were to happen again would our ‘mainstream” media try to salvage what little remains of their credibility as the New York Times tried to do when it printed it’s mea culpa.  An insipid apology of how they were “fooled” by our leader’s lies and falsehoods in the run-up to the Iraq war?

Or would any of them even bother?

By their silence, most of our ‘mainstream’ media have become the enablers, abettors, and facilitators of the absolute evil that has corrupted this nation.  They are as much to blame for this evil as the current administration they so obviously support.

So ask yourself this question. Given what’s gone on for the last four years, what’s more important to our wealthy elites and the media empires they operate; their money; or your lives?

Every time you buy a ‘mainstream’ newspaper, every time you listen to a ‘mainstream’ broadcast, every time you speak to a ‘mainstream’ reporter, never forget that question.

Never ever forget.

So in an effort to provide a little more clarity about what’s to happen over the next four years, I decided to conduct a second interview with Mr. Reficul.  Enjoy.

A SECOND INTERVIEW WITH THE CREATURE

It was midday, the hottest it had ever been in Arizona. The sun was blazing down out of the clear blue sky, not an animal was stirring in the midday heat, not a mouse or a rabbit, not even a bird. Nothing moved in the baking hot emptiness but me, and I was cold with fear, for I was about to meet the man America had chosen to follow, the real power behind the throne of the American Empire. Mr Nellaf Legna Reficul

I stared up at Mr Reficul’s airy perched on a massive red rock formation three hundred feet above me as I considered whether to meet him. After summoning up what little courage I had left, I got back into my car and proceeded up the twisty hairpin single lane road that led to the back of the immense structure Mr. Reficul called home.

Mr. Reficul greeted me at the door to his foyer as impeccably dressed and immaculately groomed as when we last met and welcomed me courteously across the threshold into his home.

He seemed even more immeasurably pleased with himself then he had during my first interview with him. As we had during that prior meeting we retired to his immense living room with its stunningly glorious panorama of the Arizona desert, the city of Phoenix and the distant mountains beyond to conduct our second interview.

He began by offering some refreshments, which as I had before, I politely declined. I could never explain to myself why I refused to take advantage of his hospitality except for a feeling of unease that always overcame me when I thought to do so.

I started with a general question. “Well Mr Reficul you must be pleased with the outcome of the most recent election?”

“Oh I’m delighted” He replied, “I always knew the American people would vote for their best interests, they always have in the past with only a few notable exceptions.”

“So you’re happy with the war in Iraq, with the way this administration is currently managing this country’s affairs?” I replied.

“Of course” he said as he beamed at me with pride and satisfaction, “my friends in Texas have done everything I’ve asked of them, my oil profits are way up, the shares of the defense and oil companies I own have sky rocketed, I’m making more money hand over fist then I’ve ever made before, as I told you I would when we last met, “ he paused, with an expression of anticipation, “and there’s so much more to come.”

“I was a little disappointed of course” he continued with a look of concern, “when they started talking about this ‘freedom and democracy’ business, but after a little coaching Bush went right back to the game plan, followed the script, and emphasized the ‘war on terror’.  I mean really,” he said with disgust, “what would have happened to my arms business for the next ten years if we didn’t have a continuous ‘war on terror’? How could we maintain control of the U.S. population without a reason for renewing the Patriot Act? By the way,” he said with a gleam in his eye, and a knowing smirk” how did you like the London bombings, the way they occurred two weeks prior to the Patriot Act renewal and three weeks before the British Security Act renewal. Now wasn’t that ‘fortuitous’?”

I looked at him in disbelief. “Mr. Reficul you don’t mean to tell me….” “Nothing” he interrupted me abruptly, while giving me a warning glance, “absolutely nothing” he said again as he leaned forward to get my attention, and said sternly. “Remember this word of advice for your future plans kid, never ever do anything directly, always use intermediaries, preferably with as many intervening layers, third parties, cut-outs, patsies, etc you can possibly have. Always preserve ‘plausible deniability’ and never ever tell anyone what actually occurred. But you can hint.” He finished with a sly wink and a smile as he leaned back in his chair. “Just like my friend Dick did when he said before the last elections, ‘if you don’t vote Republican there will be another terrorist attack.”

Stunned for a brief moment I paused to collect myself and asked, “So what’s going to happen to Iraq now?”

“War,” he said as he smiled savagely, “continuous, beautiful, profitable, delicious, endless war. So far everyone is doing what they’re supposed to do, the Saudis are supplying the foreign resistance in Iraq to keep ‘the pot bubbling’ and help divide any national resistance movements as I told you they would at our last meeting,” he looked at me, I nodded my head in assent. “We do have the problem of that stupid Moqtada al-Sadr running around saying he wants a nationalist not a federalist government. We can’t have that; it could lead to a national resistance movement. Who would have figured a Shi’ite helping to hold Iraq together with the Sunnis,” Mr Reficul wondered bemusedly, “but you don’t have to worry about him, something ‘fortuitous’ will happen to him.”

“Admittedly all this ‘bubbling’ is causing a shortfall in oil production from Iraq but that’s why we and our Saudi friends are getting such high prices for our products, not to mention the enormous profits we’re reaping from our mutual interests in our various defense contractors”

With an upraised eyebrow, he asked, changing the subject abruptly, “have you ever heard about Corcoran prison?”

I’ve heard about it, there was some sort of scandal there if I recall,” I replied, “why do you ask?”

“Because it’s an excellent example of our strategy in Iraq, the Middle East, in fact,” he paused for a moment, “our strategy throughout the entire world. Always, always, always ‘divide an conquer’” He stated, with complete firmness. “The scandal in Corcoran was caused because of those stupid bleeding heart liberals. The whole thing was blown all out of proportion.  All that happened was the guards wanted to have a little playtime with the prisoners, teach them what low life’s and garbage they really were. Understand of course they weren’t able to have as much fun as some of the guards did in Abu Ghraib, making snuff movies and all, but they still had a good time.”

“You see after a few years in our prison system, … how should I put this…” he paused while he reflected on what to say, “after being subject to the lovely environment we created, the prisoners would become ‘impoverished’ in body, mind and spirit.  We would break them you see. Our methods of control could be less refined, made to be more ‘simple’ so to speak. It was at this point that the guards would have a little fun. They would take a prisoner from one gang put him in a courtyard with another from a rival gang and encourage them to fight to the death. If they didn’t fight, the guards would simply shoot them. It would remind me of the glorious days of the Roman coliseum” he finished wistfully.

“But can you believe for simply having a little relaxation time” Mr. Reficul said with a frown of disapproval,” some of these guards were actually arrested?  How silly can you get?  It goes to show how many bleeding hearts we have in this country. Luckily the juries that were selected acquitted almost every one of the guards exactly as they did for the jailers in charge of Abu Ghairab. Now we get to use these same wonderful techniques on an entire country.”

“We play Sunnis against Kurds, Kurds against Shi’ites, Shi’ites against Sunni. Anybody gets out of line and misbehaves we kill them. They don’t do what we tell them to do we kill them. All the while we keep playing one group against another while our solders remain in their fortified bases.  After awhile everyone becomes real cooperative.”

“Ah” Mr. Reficul said with a contemplative expression, ”you should have seen some of the videos from Abu Ghairab, what was done to some of those young men before they finally died was sublime.”

“The Moslems are so easy to ‘play’,” he continued sighing contentedly while gazing at the distant desert mountains, “We’ll divide the whole middle east eventually by playing the Sunni countries off against the Shi’ite.  That’ll make everything run predictably and smoothly for the Saudis and us for the next ten years, and provide another pretext to attack Iran.  After that war is over we’ll just pick up the remaining pieces.”

“Think about it, we’ve been planning this thing of ours for almost two decades. It’s been so easy to play off these religious fanatics against each other, and not just theirs either.” He said, as he turned to look at me “I mean twenty years ago when the Bush family got together with the Saudis we in the U.S. started, centralizing, organizing and financing the Christian Right. While at the same time the Saudis started training, financing, organizing and centralizing the extremist Wahabbisits in their country and the Middle East.  They get their fanatics to support their policies; we get ours to support ours; everyone’s happy” he finished contentedly.

Needless to say everyone will assert it’s all just a coincidence, just a ‘fortuitous circumstance’, just an accident of chance that Bush Senior, head of the CIA twenty years ago developed this ‘special’ relationship with the Saudis for which he and his family’s members are now receiving their enormous and justly earned rewards, along with me of course.” Mr. Reficul paused, and looked at me with a twinkle in his eye. “I just love America, just imagine the American Christians helping me, of all people, by sacrificing their own sons and daughters to make me fabulously wealthy and allowing me to enjoy such delicious treats as those videos from Abu Gharib, there really is justice in the world after all, let me tell you.”

The only problem I have is some of the Christians are talking to much,” he said irritably.  “We’ve already begun the buildup in South America and are getting set to go after Venezuela as I said we would,” he paused and looked at me, I nodded my head a second time in assent  “Yet we’ve got loud mouths like Pat Robertson running around spilling the beans. Who the heck does he think he is saying we’re going to assassinate the Venezuelan president Chavez? Of course we’re going to, but now he’s made it truly difficult.” He finished with a look of anger. “Guys like that deserve what happened to Gary Webb, the jerk who worked for the San Jose Mercury news and spilled the beans on the CIA’s program to use drug money to help support the contra’s. He truly got what he deserved,” Mr. Reficul finished with a satisfied look.
 
“But what about the people of Iraq and the rest of the Middle East, what about the U.S. military,” I stuttered inanely.

Mr. Reficul looked at me as if he had just bit into something sour; I guess he’d finally gotten impatient with my naiveté. “Look kid,” he said disdainfully” I invited you here because I thought you were smart, I thought you wanted to be a ‘player’, to teach you how the world works and here you are thinking like an idiot and asking stupid questions. I’m beginning to believe I’ve wasted my time.”

I tried to look abashed while I came up with a clever response, and felt relieved as I thought of one. Looking concerned I stated. “Well it’s not that I care about the casualties Mr. Reficul, or the people who are dying it’s just that your plans could be endangered be the growing anti-war movement and the low opinion polls Bush is receiving because of the carnage.”

“Ha Ha Ha” Mr. Reficul leaned back in his chair laughing so hard I thought he was going to fall over. “The anti-war movement,” he said with contempt,” those wimps, those dummies, you’ve got to be kidding me. They and the opinion polls are just crud, you know what Bush’s approval ratings were right after 911?” he asked sharply.

I shook my head no.

“90%, that’s what they were” he replied, “and they’ll be the same again after the next terrorist incident, which let me assure you will be a big one.  After that we will,” he said the next with a particularly venomous expression,” get rid of all those ‘peace-niks’ permanently.”

I asked with a measure of foreboding “How do you know we’ll have another ‘big one’?”

“Because this country need’s to be motivated to go after Iran.” He said curtly.

“And when will this country be ‘motivated’?” I inquired worriedly.

“Before the election next year,” he replied assuredly, “the economy will be heading into a recession by then as the housing market slows down and we’ll be able to afford the extra cost of a war by dropping the interest rates. If not by then it’ll happen prior to the next presidential election three years from now. After all, we’ve run this scenario practically every ten years.”

“We have?” I asked with surprise.

“Sure” Mr. Reficul replied with relish, “You yourself pointed out how our ambassador to Iraq practically invited Saddam into Kuwait in ’92 right? Exactly when the economy was having a little trouble, not so?”

“Yes” I said hesitantly.

“That was a great little war, we made a ton of money on that one too, it was a little short but you can’t have everything” he said happily, “and around ’82 good ol’Ronnie did a number on our ‘friend’ Noriaga after the poor little guy helped us out so much running drugs for Iran-Contra, hee-hee, betch’a Noriaga didn’t see that one coming” He chortled, “along with our invasion of Granada, our weapons build-up in Europe and the US troops we put into Lebanon, we made a lot of money from our defense contractors during those days.”

“Yeah I remember those incidents,” I agreed with dawning understanding.

“We would have started a nice war during the early ‘70’s but those pesky peace-niks and their bleeding heart congressman got in our way, all because the US lost a lousy 57,000 guys in Vietnam, hells bells what a bunch of cowardly weaklings!  That’s why we had to take over the U.S.’s mass media market during the ‘80’s and ‘90’s and came up with the concept of the “imbedded”, hee-hee,” he chuckled, “I should say ‘in-bed-with’ reporters for the Iraq war.  We had to make sure nothing like that ever happened again. And of course for those that weren’t ‘in-bed’ with us in Iraq, let me say with some satisfaction they personally experienced an unusually high rate of attrition, and still do to this very day.” He said with a smirk.

“Then of course we started Vietnam around ‘62, now there was a magnificent, beautiful war,” he waxed nostalgically” We made so much money off our defense contractors during Vietnam it would shock you and we managed to stretch it out for ten glorious years despite the fact we couldn’t control the media.  I really liked that war.” He said looking wistfully at the panorama of the desert, ”It was a near thing though, that schmuck Kennedy was having second thoughts early on about the wisdom of the war tell my Texas boys showed him a little Texas hospitality.”

“Johnson was much more compatible with our goals” Mr. Reficul continued, “he complied with our wishes regarding the war, but he was so stupid about everything else, imagine, he actually tried to fund the war while giving money to poor people at the same time. For hell’s sake what a stupid idea, he should have done the smart thing like Bush did, fund the war while giving the tax dollars to us, the wealthiest 1% who have done so much for this country.  If Johnson had done that, we might have selected him for reelection.”

I sat stunned by the simplicity of Mr. Reficul’s revelations, realizing that there wasn’t a possibility in the world the US’s media didn’t know about this all along.  It was way to obvious.

So I asked Mr. Reficul “what’s to happen to America now”

“Profits for us of course, for the 1% who own this country. As for the 9% that help us run it, as long as they’re useful and productive we’ll give them a few crumbs, as for the rest, the other 90%,” he paused, “well if they obey us most will be allowed to live and maybe raise a family, if they’re good and well behaved that is”.

“You understand of course,” as he looked at me with an icy expression,” this country is mine now. It belongs to ME now. The people in this country worship money as their god and the wealthy of this country have very generously,” he paused again choosing his words carefully, and then continued, “contracted to give me everything that they are; or will ever be, even their children, even after death.  And I always collect what is due me,” he said with satisfaction, “ I always collect what I’m owed.”

“So” he said as he looked at me with interest, “Do you want to join our select little group?  You’d be one of the elites you know, one of the powerful able to obtain your heart’s desire and rise above the law, to fulfill your darkest fantasies, to be accountable to no one, or subject to any moral restraint.  You’d have a compliant press at your beck and call, to admire and forgive all of your errors no matter how egregious or obvious.  All you’d have to do is sign this little piece of paper just like all the others have done” as he said this he pulled a document out of his breast pocket and held it out to me.

I paused for a very long time while I considered his offer. During which Mr. Reficul looked at me expectantly. While he waited I remained frozen, unable to stretch forth my hand to take the contract, as I looked directly into his red tinted eyes I said, very politely “Mr. Reficul I thank you very much for your advice and insight, but I’m afraid I’ll have to decline your generous offer. I’m simply not made of the same cloth as you and your compatriots are. Although I wish you the best of luck Mr. Reficul, and I mean that, I really do. After all this country deserves someone like you to handle it’s affairs and I know you’ll continue to do so.”

“But” I continued with great sincerity, “Since this country has shown such a fervent desire to please you. Wouldn’t it be better to concentrate your efforts here, rather then abroad?  Couldn’t you leave Africa, Asia, the Middle East and Latin America to their own devices?  After all so many people in this country admire you and model their behavior after yours.  So many here have already contracted with you.”

Mr. Reficul appeared for the briefest of moments to become insanely enraged, as he did so I experienced a sudden horrible sense of vertigo, then, as his expression swiftly changed to one of fatherly disapproval I just as suddenly regained my balance. He composed himself and with a calm but steely voice said. “You’re making a grave mistake my son, if your not with us you’re against us, and you know what happens to those who are against us don’t you?  As for your ridiculous suggestion to limit my wonderful influence solely to this country, why should I? It’s precisely because so many of the people in the rest of the world haven’t yet experienced the benefits of contracting with me that I need,” and when Mr. Reficul said the word need, a voracious predatory expression suffused his features, “to spread my beneficence throughout their lands.”

He then turned and looked at me with disgust and disappointment, “you’re fool to refuse such an offer and like many before you who’ve made such a grievous error, you’ll pay for your foolishness,” and with that Mr. Reficul stood up and stated coldly, “I would like you to leave now”

As he accompanied me to the entrance of his house he remained utterly silent.  With my legs trembling from fear I followed him across the gleaming black marble tiles of the floor toward the great bronze doors that marked the threshold between his domain and that of the world outside.

For a moment I thought they wouldn’t open, as they did a sense of relief flooded through me as I suddenly realized the narrowness of my escape. Practically leaping across the threshold into the blinding light, I turned to see Mr. Reficul staring at me balefully and with a hint of regret.  He didn’t cross the threshold with me or offer to shake my hand goodbye, perhaps because he knew I would refuse.  Mr. Reficul continued to look me as, without a touch from him, the great bronze doors swung shut to close before me with a hollow boom.

As I headed back toward my car I knew he was right.  This country belonged to HIM now.  There would be no redemption, no undoing of the awful evil this country was responsible for.  The millions of lives shattered and destroyed, the hundreds of thousands killed and maimed.

As I got into my broiling hot car all I could hear in the baking silence was Mr. Reficul laughing faintly in the distance. He sounded very pleased with himself.

End.