Maxho I know, It's Beautiful Below

This is a rare and wondrous image, as beautiful to look upon, as it is fruitful to my agenda. It occupies a singular status in the record of the attack on the Pentagon, as being the only image, to my knowledge, of the medical triage in the center court on September 11, 2001, released by Di Lorenzo Tricare Health Clinic. (Apparently several vignettes were produced under the spreading yews for commercial release.) We don't see the famous, soon to be lamented, hot-dog stand, but is that an Oleander in bloom? How divine. What a paragon of color theory is this composition, to relax the mind and rest the eye. And look at those strides the men make! That's the way forward, purposeful, not lachrymose!

But what are so many of the men doing wearing towels around their necks? Have they been fighting fires? And what are those long dark objects they carry? They look like metal bed frames, are they gurneys of some kind? Or grills?

With their open metal mesh construction, they look awfully similar to these containers for holding propane tanks, we see in the damaged area at the front of the Pentagon. Why propane was held there is beyond explanation. Very Forward Operating Base Falcon, if I do say so. I can't imagine how they weren't seen for what they were before, by the unaided human eye. Was a similar pyromancy going on inside the Pentagon, as was taking place outside, or one even better?


In an interview she gave in 2002, to Women in the Fire Service, a District of Columbia Fire Department firefighter, Tomi Rucker, said,

"When we got into the building, we started to feel the heat right away, and as we walked deeper down the hallways, it got hotter and hotter. It was just fire everywhere: not so much smoke, but just fire all around us. You couldn't see the plane, just debris wherever you looked. We'd put water on it, but it would come right back up. We were probably in there 20-25 minutes before they took us out and sent other crews in. After that, we worked outside, doing SCBA changes and other support tasks."

It sounds like she was taken on a ride at the state fair. My imagination runs the gamut from a simple jumbo revolving George Foreman grill to something completely Dante-esque. And isn't it interesting, men who start fires instead of putting them out. Just like in the movie of Ray Bradbery's book, Fahrenheit 451--the temperature at which paper spontaneously ignites, which is much lower than the temperature at which steel eventually melts. And where have I heard this construction before, oh yes, Fahrenheit 9-11, the movie made by the nemesis of the Bush administration, Michael Moore. Well, isn't that...hot.

Daryl Donley said during a videotaped slide presentation at the Library of Congress, here that the famous two-page spread in a year-end Life magazine of his photograph of a fireball, was of "a secondary explosion, probably, don’t know, probably another tank of fuel in the back of the plane and, it was probably about three or four minutes after the impact, umm, it is about 35 feet in diameter, the explosion goes up to the fourth floor, above ground on the Pentagon." Obviously, it wasn't a tank of gas, both tank and fuel had atomized, remember? Maybe it was a shaped charge?

Once you get your head around all these awful facts, you stop dissipating your energy defending the indefensible. The performances put on by the firemen in front of the Pentagon on September 11, 2001, as recorded in the photographic record, are a big joke. We never, not once, see firemen doing their job, which is, and I'll speak slowly here, putting t h e w a t e r o r t h e f o a m o n t h e f i r e. Like with the staged rescues, and the imagined heroism, we see only malingering, with a total lack of focus, shamed-based split-personalities, which before, the public mistook for a kind of Kabuki-awe. The fire was out within the first ten minutes, it didn't restart spontaneously during the "intermissions," when everybody pulled back due to fake "incoming" warnings, this was time to redress the stage, and rethink the improvisations and restart the fires.

Poured concrete is an excellent insulator, how the fire crawled up the walls and got into the roof is impossible to explain, but what a pretty fire it made during the night. In the context of the deaths in New York, these firemen appall me. I wonder who out of the 189 named dead, may be alive, living in seclusion or rendition. But I know some good people died that morning--stuff happens. So to the grill men, manning the gauntlet, you came to work that Tuesday morning knowing full well. That's the opposite of valorous--callow and craven for a start. I hope Kevin Schaeffer gets you. You've got it coming. On edit: Fuck Kevin Schaeffer.

Alan Ladd Yokum, his wife Beulah, bury their son,U.S. Navy Intelligence Officer Kevin Wayne Yokum, First Community Baptist Church in Lake Charles, LA September 29, 2001.

In this well known, high-resolution image, the attention has always been on the fireman to the right, who breaks at the hip as he leans on his "staff" like a shepherd, invoking Him, I suppose, although I think our man looks more like an elegant form painted on a black-figure Attic vase.

But if you look closer, peer into the background, you'll find His antithesis, our man in white, Mephistopheles, now with a blue jacket on. As shocking as it was to first spot a devil wearing white, even devils become mundane after overexposure, as he fiddles with his camera, or rolls a joint, he inappropriately draws the only focused attention shown by the firemen all day.

Is it Will Morris, or a stand in? May be the last good read on the subject of journalists being co-opted by the CIA was written by Carl Bernstein in 1977, titled simply, The CIA and the Media, it was published in the October 20 issue of Rolling Stone magazine. It doesn't really matter one way or the other is the short answer.



In an earlier blog I said the Russian language web site I link to for the aerial view of the Pentagon in relationship to Reagen National Airport, also posted on his site some scenes of the devastation in New York following 9-11. I was wrong. He was actually in the air flying on the Hudson, and flew past as the buildings burned and before they fell. He captures that terrible moment when the world changed from an unique vantage point. The effect it has is very powerful. The majestic lesson inherent in our collective experience of 9-11 cannot be imposed by the criminals who think the day belongs to them, we must co-opt it. If you see it for what it is you must respond with truth. Seeing these images again, as if for the first time, but of course, I couldn't have, is a sign that I remain in the flow of God's consciousness. I hope you have the same sense of God's presence viewing them. There are no coincidences. We live in amazing times. Blessings. http://www.maxho.com/wtc/ The disaster as it unfolds By the way, this is what disaster, rescue, heroism, green aircraft primer, and grace, look like. The color theory is all wrong though. They obviously just didn't know.

When Did the Pentagon Get Attacked Exactly?

The New York Times, the national newspaper of record, cited in a September 12, 2001, article, "Plane Slams Into Pentagon," that the attack occurred "about 9:30," but in a second article in the Times that day, Hijacked Jets Destroy Twin Towers and Hit Pentagon by Serge Schemann, the attack is said to have occurred "at 9:40 a.m." Then on September 15, in an article by Matthew Wald, "After the Attack: Sky Rules," the NYT gives the time of the attack as 9:45am.

The local newspaper of record, The Washington Post, first reported (at 4:59pm on 9-11-01,) that the plane crashed at 9:20am. But the Washington Post reported the next day that the plane crashed 17 minutes later, at 9:37am, Timeline in Terrorist Attacks (9-12-01) cached

A second large news organization embedded into the Pentagon, CNN also said in an early report that a plane had struck at 9:20 a.m.---CNN, in an interview between Bob Franken & Tim Timmerman, aired at 1:46pm on 9-11-01. But then again, in a CNN timeline, Chronology of terror, the strike is recorded at 9:43am.

So, here's a list. Feel free to add on.

• 9:20am The Washington Post By Barbara Vobejda (4:59pm on 9-11-01)
• 9:20am CNN interview Bob Franken & Tim Timmerman, (1:46pm on 9-11-01)
• 9:30am--"about," Reuters, (at 3:57pm on 9-11-01)
• 9:30am--"about," USAToday, Bush Vows Retaliation, (6:11am on 9-12-01)
• 9:30am--"about," The New York Times, Plane slams into Pentagon, (9-12-01)
• 9:30am "about" The Fredericksburg Free Lance-Star, 'Terrorists strike heart of nation's'
• 9:30am--"shortly after," U.S. News & World Report
• 9:36am Frank Probast, A defiant recovery
• 9:37am Newsday,
• 9:37am The Washington Post Timeline in Terrorist Attacks (9-12-01) cached
• 9:38am CNN, Chris Plante, Government Failed to React to FAA, (9-16)
• 9:38am Richard Clarke, Against All Enemies
• 9:38am USAToday, Terror Attacks Brought Drastic... (8-13-02)
• 9:40am AP,Pentagon attack came minutes after Rumsfeld predicted: 'There will be another event' by Robert Burns, 5:58 p.m. 9/11/2001
• 9:40am Air Force Link
• 9:40am The New York Times, Day of Terror (9-12-01)
• 9:40am'Lawmakers, tourists race to flee crash,' By Gary Martin,
  San Antonio Express-News Washington Bureau, September 12, 2001

• 9:40am--"about," U.S. Medicine, Pentagon Medics Remember Ramos
• 9:43am Pentagram Dennis Ryan, Where is safe? (9-14-01)
• 9:43am The New York Times, The Tragic Timeline (9-12-01) cached
• 9:43am The Washington Times Rowan Scarborough Survivor studies the whys of (9-11-01)
• 9:43am CNN timeline, Chronology of terror,
• 9:45am The New York Times After The Attack: Sky Rules 9-15-01 Matthew Wald
• 9:45am Scripps Howard, At the Pentagon, Fear & Anger,
• 9:45am National Electrical Contractors Assoc. 9-14-01 VDV Workers Dodge Death During.....
• 9:45am "about" The Baltimore Sun, Fire, chaos after attack on Pentagon (9-12-01)
• 10:00am--"just before," CNSNews.com, Witnesses Describe Pentagon Crash, (9-11)

There we have it, a full 40 minutes of variation as to the exact timing of the attack which occurred September 11, 2001 in Arlington Virgina.

Read the following; even the army itself was looking for help pinning down a likely ETOA.

"Since the time of plane impact at the Pentagon had often been reported with large scatter, the United States Army contacted us to inquire whether we could obtain an accurate time of the Pentagon attack on September 11, 2001 based upon our seismic network. We analyzed seismic records from five stations in the northeastern United States, ranging from 63 to 350 km from the Pentagon. Despite detailed analysis of the data, we could not find a clear seismic signal. Even the closest station (= 62.8 km) at Soldier’s Delight, Baltimore County, Maryland (SDMD) did not record the impact. We concluded that the plane impact to the Pentagon generated relatively weak seismic signals. However, we positively identified seismic signals associated with United Airlines Flight 93 that crashed near Shanksville, Somerset County, Pennsylvania. The time of the plane crash was 10:06:05 (EDT)."

Seismic Observations during September 11, 2001, Terrorist Attack
Actually, the scientists only studied the seismic records from 09:36:30 (EDT) to 09:39:30 (EDT). Isn't that a wonderful way to beat the system?!
Isn't "scatter" a wonderful word. Would it be an adverb, or adjective? I'll have to ask Riskus.

On a thread somewhere, already started, is a dialog addressing the coded meaning behind the bevy of pictures of clocks found in the evidential record of the September eleventh "attack" on the Pentagon. In typically heavy-handed military fashion, the United States Department of Defense bludgeons us over the head with clocks until we're dizzy, while a simple alluding tap might have been more effective as a tactic, or does that constitute a strategy?
(Would it be rude to point out here that no precautions like this were taken at ground zero in New York to protect the health, safety and welfare of the responders? This is a very high-contrast detail between the two events, with grave moral consequences. Do government workers really consider themselves such a protected class? Well, illnesses are going to begin developing very soon in New York from the Silverstein asbestos abatement program. And Arlington, you really should have laid off on the disposable plastic gloves a bit. It was an emergency, remember, not a drill. Way ahead of the societal hiegene curve there men.)

But in a way, we could just let the Pentagon keep steering and eventually we'd wind up at the truth. They seem almost childish in the way they unwittingly telegraph the most fraudulent details as being components of the official lie, I mean, storyline, overstating the particulars, so we want to whisper a warning, paraphrasing: "Lady, methinks thou doth place too much emphasis."

There are several categories of images to prove this point. Most notably for me personally, are those damned downed lampposts, endlessly mentioned and referenced. It's as if some scaffolding were damaged in New York City that same morning, and that was what people went on and on about. Yes, it was a good bit of business, just not good enough to launch endless war off its back, nor in contrast to the seven-million stories coming out of New York . Maybe someone congratulated themselves too soon and slouched off.

I assembled a file with a dozen published images showing Palestinians celebrating in the aftermath of 9-11. A common theme has children firing guns in the air. Who do you think organized and benefited from those images? Each is accompanied by a descriptive caption, which is more than can be said about any image from Arlington. These false, made-up scenes were widely distributed across the country on the eleventh and twelfth of September, until blow back led to a hasty recall, like Falwell's and Robertson's tone-deaf blaming of 9-11 on the homo and lesbian insistence on the right to abortion---like it's so important to them.

Was it mere coincidence the Palestinian storyline went out to do its damage? Even after the denials and retractions, the demonization of Muslims was on, which was the point.

I started collecting images relating to the Red Cross blood drive meme, but I became overwhelmed with the huge numbers. Politicians especially, near a camera, liked to roll up their sleeves for a good pricking. While everybody of good conscience did whatever they could to help in the aftermath of 9-11, a dramatic and patently absurd cry for volumes of blood was never sincere. It was a manipulative ploy run by the government, to raise the emotional stakes, to literally have us become part of events, to whipsaw us with a good feeling, but it was false. Especially in Arlington, and to a degree in New York, there were remarkably few wounded or injured casualties relative to the number who died. Likewise, the Pentagon's planting, on the front page of the first edition of the Washington Post, of a request for refrigerated trucks to store dead bodies, which were being overstated in the press by a factor of eight, was sheer nonsense, Karen "Evil" Hughes forte.

One of my earliest Pentagon files I named "Pretty Little Yellow Thingies," for some obscure reason, to store images displaying a wanton overuse of yellow police crime-scene tape. In many instances the effect is comical. But I don't need to remind anyone the Pentagon is no good at art direction. Just recall the hookah someone placed in a crevasse of a bin Laden cave setting, in one of the US-manufactured and "Al-Jazeera" released tapes "taking" credit and responsibility.

I delayed posting about the clocks because I remembered having once seen an image with a molten clock face, and I wanted to locate and include it. But perhaps I just dreamed it up, in which case, maybe I've revealed more than I intended.

On Edit, Feb. 27, 2007-- Just when I started to feel a bit discouraged as a result of some tough-guy BCO bullying and assorted threats, my higher power comes through for me by offering the following:

Photo by Martin Smith-Rodden / The Virginian-Pilot
A melted clock bears witness to the explosions and fire that devoured Army and Navy offices last Sept. 11, when a hijacked airliner crashed into the Pentagon. The attack killed 189 people. Out of Nowhere: Inside the Pentagon 9/11 By EARL SWIFT, The Virginian-Pilot

Then I did a cursory check of the different time stamps placed on the attack in the media, and this was a good hook to hang a clock myth on. Apparently, it was not a case of airplane strikes building, makes big bang, and we're done. We had secondary explosions, (Daryl Donley now says his famous fireball photograph was three minutes in, as "rear" gas tanks exploded,) with the overcompensation of three false alarms requiring retreats, as the advanced missiles, (or perhaps propane tanks and fuel oil tanks?) meant to protect the heart of American military might, suddenly "blew up," all convenient to some subterranean infrastructure known as "ventilation ducts." What are the tubes in the following image? Exploded ordinances? Not aluminum tubes for centrifuges again?

(Blown up from High-resolution, Department of Defense release, Jason Ingersoll JPEG # DM-SD-02-03910, see also DM-SD-02-03911 JPEG INGERSOLL)

God is good! What a gift to be given the following image! I was flying on a wing and a prayer before now. From the Yale archives and certainly looking very H.E. to me.

(You know, if this image had been filed in the ROTC file in the Yale archives instead of in a forestry file, it would have been expurgated long ago, so, ha, ha, lucky me.)

The round symmetrical hole in the interior drive labeled "Punchout" should have been two punchouts. The heaviest elements in a jetliner are the two jet engines, and they would maintain their momentum as a significant force. Instead we are told the nose made the "punchout" hole. I wonder what sort of force could blow out these second-story windows in the following shot.

010912-N-3235P-029 U. S. Naval photo by Photographer’s Mate 1st Class Michael W. Pendergrass.

The damage seems more consistent with shaped charges than with jet fuel fires to my little old mind.

Do you think I'm going to let you reorganize my neural pathways around an understanding that this is what happened to the wings?

Sgt. Carmen Burgess: Coming in on the Pentagon Off-ramp

Scott Walsh's Patriot Video No. 1

Below is a 5:34-minute video by a man who will one day rate as a saint, but don't be scared off by the fact. Scott Walsh saved what might be the last known capture of a snippet of uncredited cable news video that shows former Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld helping man a litter-bearing team outside of the Pentagon in the first 20 minutes after someone began an endless war there on 9-11. Rumsfeld appears at the 2:27 mark, he's only there for 4 seconds, when you hear the drumbeat of the rat-a-tat-tat, get ready.

Scott's "Patriot Video 1" was made as an art project really--one of a series of efforts he made to process his emotions in the aftermath of 9-11, our emotional reality being one way to tell us apart--different from the un-shocked, co-conspirators, who went straight to agenda without first passing through sorrow. Apparently Scott captured the video off live television, earlier, you see a video ID watermark on some of the clips, TLC, for The Learning Channel.

What a teaching it channels too. Although, the historical fact of Rumsfeld's behavior is well known through multiple official sources, seeing is believing, in wonderment as the Secretary fails to take appropriate steps to protect himself from further surprise enemy attack, goes "missing" to others in the government instead, to grandstand for the camera, before eventually reentering the building, the first to seed, according to reports, "It was a commercial jetliner that crashed into the building," thereby planting the storylet with a healthy dose of manure.

Some components of the story were jettisoned after being shown once on TV, as the puppet masters voted up or down on the elements as they flowed forth. Someone decided they'd made a mistake with Rumsfeld, and pulled the storyboard quick, but an irrationality that stemmed from the error rippled throughout the day as a consequence, stranding rows of empties as props, something colorful to lean on. Life didn't hang in the balance, so much as got drug out interminably. Without first articulating the foundational storyline of vain and valorous effort, (with just a touch of "dear chairman" thrown in,) the trickle-down motifs of man's heroic struggle to save lives, Marines do not leave their buddies behind, was lost. Without a team of quick, animated, kinetic winners, shown against the smoke of battle, or fog of war, there was nothing plausible to hide behind. So left out in the harsh light was this:

I don't mean to criticize this composition's auteur with undue hauteur, although I guess I'm trying to get a rise by using the French. Sgt. Carmen L. Burgess was the most professional and credible member of the whole in-house pictorial entourage, but he was working under some trying handicaps, like having to film his action-packed foregrounds in advance, to get them out of the way for some reason. That led to post-production problems, like the poor matching in the color of the grass, which is an unpardonable dereliction in professional duty.

The photographer's responsibility is to click the shutter at a moment of maximum emotional expression. Even professional actors can't be on stage all the time, although I know one who thinks he can. This amateur late-summer-stock cast is charming, but I think they were going for something more literally disarming. The guy and gal in front are the energetic up-and-comers, while the others are typical army stoics that hide behind them, so first, try reversing the blocking. The trick would be to get the stoics animated, and to stun the gushers into wide-eyed awe. Instead, we get The Iceman Cometh meets Guys and Dolls, not bad I suppose, for a a force that lives by the motto: don't ask, don't tell.

My point is this, just because the narrative hatch marks are checked off; like, service branches and ranks, pitching in together-meme--check, and, African-American lady victim, probably never thought she'd see the day-meme--check, there's no way these folks could act their way out of a wet paper bag, and reality may be a wet paper bag. This result is very disappointing. It's not like the military doesn't understand the drama of crashes and explosions, and smoke and flames, and the effect it has on people, it's that they weren't willing to risk really using it on themselves. They can dish it out but they can't take it. To make this work you'd need an 18-minute continuous running pan shot of shock and awe, like Altman's start to Nashville.

Over on stage right, another misfire, one that should have gone straight to video and skipped the theaters. Our Car-Lo Burgess, once again, with ennui, mismatching the fore-ground with the back, the yesterday not looking much like today. I wonder, as seen through both of Karen Hughes two evil eyes, is this scene the basis for Global War on Terror? To me it's a Gobble Waddles on Turkeys

First, what is that demented looking man doing with that women's child? [a meme?] I know you have daycare, [meme] they got the children out onto the sunny lawn to play, [meme] then why drag that tiny child into a war zone, to show her off? She's a tiny infant. I think the man on the cell phone is calling S.A.G. to report the terrible acting--hunching his shoulders over like that doesn't make him appear to be protecting the baby--it makes him look seedy, like he stole her to get on the last lifeboat off the Titanic. Three extras in the background are standing in a clump, one with his back turned to the action. He is leaning against the car, animatedly making a point with his arm about last night's ballgame. It looks pretty casual to me.

There were 32 chaplains inside the building that day, by coincidence, attending a conference. Were they trotted out for for a kick line behind Father Stephen McGraw, while a Lesbian Nun with an acoustic guitar played Kum ba Yah, my Lord, but it was cut as not explosive enough?

Sorry. My meme.

This is supposed to be the air space where a massive jetliner flew less than 20 feet off the ground at 530 miles-per-hour according to the Kean report, just moments before, with a singeing vortex, a turbulent sucking, and a percussive blast knocking down lamp poles. There hasn't been anything overhead here recently, except for the Oscar Meyer Weiner-Balloon, and we know it's shadow when we see it.

I can't keep this up, but I want to leave Burgess with some company, so I thought this Paul Disney image was ridiculous enough to eat out on for a month. It conveys the truth of the terrible fraud that was perpetrated that day by using that overused symbol of this medical response, the empty rolling gurney, as the team strolls towards Scarborough fair. No one came out of the building after the first 20 minutes. No one should have come out this side of the building period. Should anyone come out of the building here, they would be covered in smoke and soot. There were triage sites set up in the North and South parking lots, and in the center court. This site was staged for the cameras. Even if this triage site were set up with sincerity, it would have been dismantled after the first of three timed retreats to safety after "reports of incoming" were "issued."

The six anonymous responders with their backs turned towards us are moving in on an off ramp. To get to the action, they will next have to climb over wide concrete barriers and at least two metal barriers. They could have simply driven in under the overpass, like everyone else.

These inane and phony pictures were staged to disguise the fact there were far fewer than even 100 wounded. Somewhere between 35 and 17 is my guess, with seven serious burns. The line between life and death was redrawn on this day, I guess they thought they could redraw the map too.The mound of dirt seen in this picture was used as a stage backdrop and platform in many scenes, a place to play hide and seek and show and tell. So anonymous soldiers could walk up the hill and Jake and Jill could come down, and where Humpty-Dumpty could have his bad fall. In my storyboard, it will forever be a grassy knoll.

Below are a few images of un-peopled conveyances that illustrate my point. To be fair, I will post a file of images which show wounded on stretchers, gurneys, and litters, but segregated out, and seen together, they make my point supporting fraud, just in a different way.

Andrew Garcia: Mimicking the Voice of God

Ahhh....The Arms of Morpheus.

Andrew Garcia, one of the victims of Flight 93, the hero's flight, always struck me as odd or unexplained. My fascination began with the first paragraph of the successful, 62-year-old's obituary

"It wasn't unusual for Dorothy Garcia to answer the phone and be confronted by a strange voice she didn't recognize. Time and again, it turned out to be her husband, Andrew, disguising himself. Invariably, even after 32 years of marriage, she fell for it."

This struck a silent chord in me. Flight 93 should have been called the voice-mimicry flight for all the narrative hero-myth seeds planted by Airphone that day. America went off to war on a sea of "Let's Roll" tattoos, nose art, bomb notes and aircraft-carrier-deckhand synchronized spelling bees. (Bush's Bring It On was Moral Majority cowboy code from Pat Robertson--don't confuse the Latin with the Greek.) The "they fought back--now it's our turn," signs went up like mushrooms after the rain on 9-12. Even the P-FLAG offspring got in on the act, with rugby instead of soccer their true sin--one of marketing. Even with the meme bar set high, widow Dorothy hurdled with ease, reprising the old standard, gold-wedding-band-back-from-hell, routine, to join the crowded ranks as yet another Christian motivational speaker with some shelf life and a great punch line.
Several factors lead me to believe Garcia was C.I.A. and his shop was cover.

First, what family business takes a redaction, followed by the word, Group as its name?What devote Christian would name his "business Cinco Group, using Cinco as an acronym for Christ in Company," as reported in the New York Times, when Cin is pronounced Sin, unless by mimicry, he means something else?
Isn't CINCO more likely to be born from the Collaborative and Interoperable Computing research area? Saying "industrial products business" is almost advertising the real work of "high-explosives delivery systems and the software they love too much." From now on anyone fit and trim is suspect of covert activity in my book. You want to go undercover? Grow a paunch. No raping the world without consequence and then feeling good about it afterward while you blow smoke rings with your Gauloise, thinking, "I be the man!"


I hope the secularists among us heed the wake up call (can you say Kagawa little boy?) Given the speed of technological advancement--wasn't voice-recognition the hot thing before 9-11?--what fresh hell will we have to contend with next, pray tell? Pat Robertson says the Lord told him a big American city will go this year, sometime around September he thinks, but the Lord wasn't clear on the date. The casualties will be in the millions. The morality of our so-called Christian nation is too poor to sustain and protect both us and, say, the Iraqi toddlers. It's the innocent American unborn babies, and the frozen wanna-be's, whose voices cry out in the desert. Help!



"...whimsical bent with a devout Christian faith..." Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

"Many of the passengers were also devout Christians."
"Andrew Garcia named his industrial-products business Cinco Group, using Cinco as an acronym for Christ in Company." The Fourth Target By M. G. LORD New York Times, September 8, 2002

Andrew Garcia of Portola Valley was a businessman by trade, but whose real passion was his family. As the owner of an industrial products company, he frequented the East coast for business meetings and so it was the day before he boarded the ill fated United Airline Flight 93 on September 11th. According to his Son, he was a man of values, always inquiring as to the welfare of others. Christian Talk Radio 740am

1961 you went to work for United Airlines as purchasing manager for a short stay,
Dorothy worked as a secretary downstairs and what a great team you two became.
In time you left the airlines with Dorothy, founding Cinco Group without delay.
You were true Soul mates as well as best friends without question or say.
A prankster with Dorothy and with your many friends of an array,
You would call her and disguise your voice but it was all in fun and play.
You were a Christian man who humbly bowed your head to pray.
Your concern for others can and will never be outweighed.

Memorial Quilts

Brian Birdwell: How to Serve Man

One of my "insights" into the September 11, 2001 Pentagon attack, which began to emerge recently, five years after the attack, has promised to be a very difficult piece of the puzzle to share because it is so ugly. I've explored my degree of certainty with the truth, my normal five-percent doctrine, a humility allowance for error, was bumped up, since I combine serious research with what I can only call inspiration, but what others might only call madness.

This Reuters news photo by an unnamed stringer was published this morning, and I take it as a sign to proceed.

"A housing debtor runs after setting himself on fire to protest against Chile's housing system in front of the government palace in Santiago January 4, 2007. The man extinguished the flames by jumping into a pool outside the government palace and was arrested by police. CHILE OUT REUTERS/Stringer(CHILE)

A housing debtor? I'd throw back Chilean Habitation-Costs-Arrears Performance Artist Survivor Shaman. If anything is art, to me,this man is art, and timing is everything at the Burn Art Gallery. Too bad nobody was ready, willing or able to show off such artistry at the Pentagon on 9-11. It turns out, the injuries storyboard wasn't so hard to produce after all, the various solutions all boiled down to one, the strangely motivated, Lt. Col. Brian Birdwell. Writing two years after 9-11 in the conservative Washington Times, Rowan Scarborough, the well regarded author of Rumsfeld's War: The Untold Story of America's Anti-Terrorist Commander, displayed a note of skepticism, in Survivor studies the whys of 9/11

"Few inside the [Navy Command] center survived. In fact, in a catastrophe that appeared as if it would produce mass numbers of wounded, just seven inside the Pentagon, including Mr. Shaeffer, were critically burned."

I have little sense about the other six, Wayne Sinclair, Louise Kurtz, Kevin Schaeffer, John Yates, Juan A Cruz-Santiago and Sergeant Janice Jackson, although I will say, Yates and Kurtz came out of the same corridor as Birdwell and were handled in similar fashions, minus the publicity. Kurtz was also on her second day in a new job there. The points of evidence that support my charge against Birdwell, are singularly his.

Lt. Col. (Ret.) Brian Birdwell is living proof why recruits are warned never to volunteer in the military. Birdwell did volunteer for duty on 9-11. I submit he volunteered to undergo a controlled burn, as a leading player in the narrative drama, like another headliner, Maj. Lincoln (two memes down) Leiber, Birdwell was chosen for heroism and its aftermath.

Firematics training includes entering a smoke house, entering a burn tent stretches the imagination, but only for its moral horror. I wonder if Birdwell's burns were consistent with his briefings. He suffered a controlled flash burn over 60 percent of his body, half of that being third-degree burns, as reported in his and his wife's Christian burn charity web site FaceTheFire.org.

A comprehensive article in the US News & World Report on December 10, 2001, reports that

• Birdwell survived because he left his office and went to the men's room. His officemate in Room 2E486, Cheryle Sincock, did not survive.
• Birdwell is the burned man seen with shirt off and hands raised, being loaded onto an ambulance in images taken by Will Morris and Hillary Smith Garrison of the Associated Press. These few images constitute both the the minimum credibility, and the maximum extent of the news images staged for select cameras in front of the West facade of the Pentagon. It was a staged area, not a staging area
• Birdwell is the only burn victim identified in the official record as having been carried to a triage site. The self-justifying reviews of the medical response in the Pentagon reports is entirely anonymous as to the victims.
• The President and Laura Bush's "Hospital Salute to a Soldier Injured in the Terrorist Crash into the Pentagon" was a major Karen Hugh's produced media event, fraught with narrative. Bush's holding of his salute for 18 seconds as Birdwell slowly tried to raise his injured arm in return,can still raise a goose pimple.
• Birdwell's aftermath was assured, if not his afterlife. In retirement, he runs a burn charity with no apparent attachment to credible organizations like the Shriners, .It is a Christian motivational front that promises only to throw real charity dollars into the fire.
  
• Birdwell is motivated by an extreme brand of fundamental Christianity, his and his wife Mel's Christian burn charity, FaceTheFire.org and his Christian burn book, Refined by Fire: have a primary purpose to glorify the God of his understanding, his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

• Larry Dowling of Corbis, who took pictures at the Pentagon on the morning of 9-11, and in the Oval office that evening, took this picture of Birdwell with Norman Minetta.

Birdwell with his wife Mel

I suppose, I should have started with the part about inspiration. The public record was dished out in the same fashion it was planned and created, with a contempt for the hearts and minds of its consumers that can make one choke. Such sloppy work and deliberate muddying of the waters provides a perfect cover. In the case of the Pentagon, the sheer totality of its conception suspended our disbelief. Which is not to say we bought it. We bide our time, and wait for The Big Guy to get to The Big Lie, so that the Big will Die.

At some point, I saw Birdwell in an interview on one of the cable news channels, and his truth became apparent to me, as I saw the consequence of who he had become. By his fruits we shall know him, I believe, is how the New Testament puts it, or maybe it's the Old. Barely able to contain an agitation of resentment, he went through his al-Qaida talking points disconnected from his rage. He described the horror of his treatments, the cadaver skin grafted to his forehead, the maggots introduced to eat the necrotic tissue in his body, and anything that makes leaches seem preferable is pretty awful. But the abstract "enemy" constructed for him to rage upon simply wouldn't take it, as it won't for the rest of America anymore either.

I titled this piece To Serve Man, in honor of an early 1960's episode of The Twilight Zone in which men from outer space come to earth bearing blessings that result in great material abundance and peace.They also bring a book, which the linguists are quick to translate the title of, To Serve Man, which delights the people. They grow fat and happy in response. Attempts at translating the rest of the book are the plot of the episode. Despite the concerns of a few, vacation tours to outer space are offered, giving the populace a 21rst-century version of Roman bread and circuses. The hero decides to see for himself what's up, and joins the line to enter the spaceship, but just as he does, the ingénue races up saying, "We've translated the rest of the book! It's a cookbook!" but the hero gets pushed inside. Perhaps as a kid, this was my first experience with suspense, because I can still feel the thrill at discovering the double entendré. The suspense now is killing me.

The evil is in the church, and it begs the question, who cooks and who burns? Stay tuned.