Mike Stone - Where Were You on 9-11?
August 31, 2023
"It might be interesting if you asked your readers where they were and what they experienced on 9/11. I think everyone remembers where they were when they heard the news. Where were you? Perhaps you can write your recollections of where you were that day." - Mike
"To this day no one has ever been prosecuted for the attacks of 9/11 and barring a miracle, no one ever will."
Makow -The people responsible for 9-11 are responsible for COVID, Maui, and the attack on the USS Liberty. They will keep attacking Americans until they are held accountable.
by Mike Stone
(henrymakow.com)
I was half asleep when the phone rang that morning.
"Are you watching what's happening?"
The voice belonged to my boss, calling me on my day off.
"What's happening?" I said.
"We're at war. New York is under attack."
"What?"
"New York's been attacked. Turn on your television."
"Attacked by who?"
"Nobody knows!"
I was the night manager of a call center at the time. My boss asked me to come in that afternoon and work the night shift, and said I could take a different day off later in the week. "I want you here just in case," he said. "This is crazy. I don't know how people are going to react."
I actually had a date scheduled that night, but I said I'd come in. Then I turned on my television. It was one talking head after another and I had no idea what they were saying. Finally, it dawned on me that they had the case solved. With no investigation whatsoever, every spokesperson on every station was sure beyond any shadow of a doubt that it was the work of Osama bin Laden. How could they know that so soon? I smelled a rat right away.
I called my date and we agreed to postpone our plans until the following night.
At work, my boss was on the verge of hysteria. He was born and raised in New York and had fond feelings for the city.
I told him I wasn't sure what happened, but whatever it was it would be used as an excuse to cut down on our freedoms and civil liberties. He flew into a rage and at that point, I decided to keep my mouth shut. I still hadn't seen any footage of the buildings collapsing. I had watched for an hour that morning, but all every station had shown were those talking heads.
My boss left and the call center reps, mainly girls in their teens and twenties, were unusually quiet and subdued. I thanked them all for showing up and told them we'd squeeze them in an extra break or two, or some extra time on their lunch. When the shift started and everything seemed calm, I snuck into the boss's office where the television was, and turned it on. Finally, I saw the video of a plane apparently hitting one of the buildings and another video of one of the buildings collapsing. I must have watched that building fall ten or fifteen times in a row.
Right away it didn't make sense. How could a building that big collapse from the impact of a plane? Actually, three buildings collapsed, although, at the time, I didn't know anything about Building 7. To me, it was the phoniest thing ever. Yet every time I brought up the subject with someone over the following days their eyes glazed over.
I had my date the following night and one thing I noticed was how quiet and polite everyone in the city was. Strangers went out of their way to be kind and courteous. Nobody was rude and crime seemed to disappear. There was a sense of unspoken appreciation everyone had for one another.
That lasted less than forty-eight hours; just long enough for the flags to come out. The internet back then wasn't anywhere close to where it is today. People couldn't post symbols on their Twitter profiles. So they virtue signaled by flying American flags from their car antennas. And those flags were everywhere. Every business had a flag in the window. Every newscaster wore a flag lapel on their suit. Girls at my job suddenly had flag purses and flag jackets. I was the only person I knew who wasn't sporting some sort of flag.
People also read newspapers back then. I remember reading about the arrest of the dancing Israelis, a small story buried near the back of the paper, a day or two after the attacks. Not a word about that story was ever printed again - the only arrest ever made in conjunction with 9/11.
I remember thinking to myself on the day of the attacks, this changes everything. And it did.
All of this took place over twenty years ago. My old boss is dead and I've lost touch with almost everyone I knew back then. It took a while for me to put the pieces together and finally find out what happened, but from the beginning, I knew we were being lied to. To this day no one has ever been prosecuted for the attacks of 9/11 and barring a miracle, no one ever will.
Where were you on 9/11?
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Mike Stone is the author of Teen Boy's Success Book: the Ultimate Self-Help Book for Boys; Everything You Need to Know to Become a Man: https://amzn.to/3o0BQdO And the book Based, a young adult novel about race, dating and growing up in America, and A New America, a dark comedy set on Election Day 2016 in Los Angeles - - Available on Amazon.
Jeremy said (September 1, 2023):
On 9/11 I was at a Goodwill computer class. When the towers fell, my bullshit meter went crazy. I have no aviation or engineering experience and it just sounded like absolute nonsense to me. Common sense told me that most of the airplane jet fuel would have just dissipated on impact. The fact that immediately Osama was blamed sounded too pat. That day I started looking up information about conspiracies which led me to an awesome site called www.cuttingedge.org.
Over the next few days, having read about all the occult numerology associated with 9/11, Building 7 falling that afternoon without anything hitting it, the fact we shipped all the scrap to China without a detailed forensic investigation, and the fact that Ground Zero was intensely hot for days, caused a paradigm shift of my world outlook. It was all in front of our faces the whole time, but it took this event for me to truly be "woke" and not the way liberals consider it.-