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09-12-2004, 02:48 PM
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This takes the "what the fuck is he talking about" cake
I came across this a few minutes ago, and wanted to post it here for everyone to mock. The following words were written by some so-called "doctor" in a book "documenting" the "conspircay" surrounding 9/11. What you are about to read are the "doctor's" own words. Listen to this crock of shit:
1. Four commercial passenger jets (American Airlines Flights 11 and 77 and United Airlines Flights 93 and 175) take off and shortly after the pilots are ordered to land at a designated airport with a military presence. 2. Two previously-prepared planes (one a Boeing 767, painted up to look like a United Airlines jet and loaded with extra jet fuel) take off and are flown by remote control to intercept the flight paths of AA 11 and UA 175 so as to deceive the air traffic controllers. 3. These (substituted) jets then fly toward Manhattan; the first crashes into the North Tower and (eighteen minutes later) the second crashes into the South Tower. 4. A fighter jet (under remote control), or a cruise missile, crashes into the Pentagon. 5. Back at the airport the (innocent) passengers from three of the Boeings are transferred to the fourth (UA 93). 6. This plane takes off, flies toward Washington, and is shot down by a U.S. Air Force jet over Pennsylvania, eliminating the innocent witnesses to the diversion of the passenger planes. 7. Under cover of darkness later that evening the other three Boeings are flown by remote control out over the Atlantic, are scuttled and end up in pieces at the bottom of the ocean. Un-fucking-believeable!
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09-12-2004, 03:45 PM
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I have a golfing friend who's a Commercial Airline Pilot, he flys for BA, and flying an airliner under 'Remote Control' came up in conversation a while ago.... and there is no possible way an airliner the size of a 767 or larger, can be flown remotely for 100% of it's journey. Human intervention is needed during take off and landings.
and that bit about deceiving air traffic controllers would be pretty hard, with todays air traffic tech so that so called doctors theory can be shoved straight back up his ass.
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09-12-2004, 03:47 PM
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what did he claim to be a doctor of?
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09-12-2004, 03:57 PM
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09-12-2004, 04:26 PM
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Re: This takes the "what the fuck is he talking about" cake
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Just listen to this sentence and tell me what it means. I haven't seen Evil Dead II yet? Would you get the impression that i wanted to see it? Oh, well you couldn't have been dying to see it or else you would have already gone. So in your opinion would I definitely see it? How the fuck should I know probably! Why? Because it's a brilliant film, it's so funny, and the soundtrack kicks fucking ass!
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09-12-2004, 04:35 PM
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Meh.....ya its pretty crazy but its not like the stupidest thing i've ever heard or anything.....
Its just more conspiracy theories....which are, btw, THEORIES..... I've had people say much more stupid things to my FACE sincerely, like "I'm really getting into Linkin Park lately"......people that stupid need to be destroyed...
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09-12-2004, 04:45 PM
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Re: Re: This takes the "what the fuck is he talking about" cake
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Someone should also tell him to get off those prescrption drugs....
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Death is but a door. Time is but a window. "Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." – Dr. Seuss "Someone called actors 'sculptors in snow.' Very apt. In the end, it's all nothing." – Vincent Price The Oldest and Stongest Emotion of Man is Fear- H.P Lovecraft Six bottles went down the drain One hour's a waste of time I'd ask if you feel the same Still pushin that chance to try Your breath in this cool room chill Long hair that blows side to side You speak and make time stand still And each time you walk right on by
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