The American Empire really gets going shortly after WWII, after Wall Street and the newly-formed CIA secretly gained control over $5 trillion (in today’s prices) of stolen loot, mostly gold bars that had been hidden by the Japanese in the Philippines after they’d lost control of the sea lanes. (A fraction of this amount was also secretly recovered from the Nazis.) The gold was transferred into hundreds of accounts around the world and used to finance war, revolution and propaganda missions around the world, including loads of false flag terror attacks, all part of the new Cold War strategy of tension. A tiny portion of this network emerged during the P-2 scandal in Italy. After Nixon awarded at least one of these funds to a foreign power (China or Japan, depending on who’s telling the story), the CIA began fomenting a Watergate meltdown, an entirely orchestrated affair to remove Nixon from power.
Someday history may show a new global empire was forged on 9/11 2001. Evidence has emerged that massive amounts of financial fraud occurred just prior to and during the attacks. Mark H. Gaffney has released an entertaining book Black 9/11: Money, Motive and Technology (Trine Day), that charts some of the more interesting developments over the last decade of citizen research.
I especially enjoyed his retelling of the Pentagon plane strike, which managed to kill an entire budget staff in charge of investigating the $1.3 trillion that had just been announced missing the day before. This office was located near the ground in a difficult location to hit by a plane. Yet the well-known location of the HQ of the Joints Chiefs was a direct line up the Potomac and a much easier target? The pilot decided to avoid the easy shot on the chiefs in order to execute a swerving turn at low altitude and high speed right into the accounting office where all the evidence was being stored of the Chief’s possible criminality in the missing trillions? Who can be expected to swallow a coincidence like that?
In fact, 9/11 was planned for years and maximized in multiple directions. Gaffney illuminates some of the history behind Marsh & McLennan and AIG, the two major players in suspicious trades, as well as Alvin “Buzzy” Krongard of the CIA, and Kroll Associates, a Wall Street spy firm owned by AIG. Richard A. Grove has testified that a new internet mainframe for moving electronic money was installed on the floors of Marsh & McLennan just weeks before the attacks, and at the time, Grove and a group of insiders concerned about money laundering had been invited to a meeting scheduled for 9/11. Grove was late, or he would had perished just like all the others who showed up on time. It’s going to take decades to sort out all the possible patsies that could have been lured to a death trap that day, a list that certainly includes the Pentagon accountants and some potential whistleblowers seeking redress from inside their corrupt corporations.
All did not go according to plan that day. Obviously, Flight 93 didn’t complete its mission. One wonders whether that plane was designed to hit Building 7, and, long after it missed it’s target window (and the British media had already declared Building 7 “down”), they reluctantly brought down the building without the jet cover story, which likely would have been designed to strike Guiliani’s command post near the top floors to wipe out the crime scene and anoint Guiliani a folk hero, as he was moved out of the building only minutes before the plane may have been scheduled to hit.
Gaffney’s book avoids a lot of the really obvious crackpot junk that has bogged down this investigation with so much muddy water so no one can see to the bottom of anything. Conspiracy research is dominated by disinfo artists, and almost everything you read about this event has passed through their pipelines. Most “insider” information is cleverly built to eventually implode from disinfo buried inside a kernel of truth. Gaffney’s biggest source throughout the book is Michael Ruppert, a former LAPD officer who became famous by attaching himself to the CIA/Contra/Cocaine controversy as an insider whisteblower.
After Gary Webb published Dark Alliance and was savaged in the media for being the messenger of bad news, I called Gary and offered him a column on CIA drug dealing in High Times. Gary demanded about five times more money than I was prepared to pay him. This was before Gary fell on hard times financially. Anyway, right afterwards, I offered the column to Mike Ruppert.
On 9/11, Ruppert was a well-known and frequent poster on a CIA-Drugs discussion group at yahoo.com, a group that included many reputable citizen researchers, including Daniel Hopsicker, the first person to discover Mohammed Atta’s links to sex clubs and cocaine parties (hardly the activities of a devoted jihadist). Right after the first building went down there was a lot of discussion on how the event looked like demolition and not a fire collapse. Ruppert immediately blasted all thoughts of explosives, using exclamation marks and all caps and calling people idiots for even suggesting anyone should go near that building and start collecting evidence of controlled demolition, which would have proved a much wider, deeper conspiracy. These bizarre posts by Ruppert were seconded by a virtual Ruppert sock puppet on the site, who died shortly thereafter. Soon Ruppert led us all off on a wild goose chase in Canada, promising a two-bit con artist named Vreeland had the evidence needed to bring down the government! Then he led everyone in a ever wilder goose chase called “Peak Oil,” which was actually just a scam to double oil prices in a time of actual glut. Eventually, I had to fire Ruppert as I had long ago lost confidence in the reliability of his information, and he seemed to be evolving into just another fear-based demagogue like Alex Jones and David Icke.
So while I enjoyed reading Gaffney’s book, there are parts where speculation gets in the way of solid research, and Ruppert is treated like a honorable source of info and not the disinfo artist he’s proved himself to be. But don’t let those reservations deter you from an entertaining afternoon of dot connecting. Just try to avoid the rabbit holes that abound through-out.