9-11

***Originally Posted Tuesday, September, 11, 2012 (11 Year anniversary of 9-11)***

It’s Tuesday…. I remember it as vividly today as on that Tuesday eleven years ago.

I had just had a discussion (actually, it was more like an argument) with my new roommates the previous night about how the New World Order had planned to orchestrate martial law and a total crackdown of society with the false pretense of a terrorist agenda. That a staged major terrorist attack would be the catalyst for implementing their New World Order by giving them an excuse to institute martial law and suspend civil liberties.

The next morning, I was at 8:30 class getting ready to take a quiz when the teacher made an announcement,

“I just want to inform you, that a plane has just hit one of the world trade towers.”

He did not clarify or elaborate, and nobody asked any questions. It was stated in such a matter of fact nonchalant manner, without any urgency, that no one had a clue it was any type of big deal. My thoughts were that he was talking about a small cessna, or something that had strayed off course and had hit one of the towers. Such had actually happened to buildings many times in the past, even the Empire State building had been accidentally flown into by a B-25 bomber in the past!

It wasn’t until the end of my third class that day (by then one of the towers had collapsed) that word (and gravity) of the situation had fully taken hold. I saw one of the TVs playing footage of the crash / collapse of the first building (they were all on and tuned in to it), instantaneously my mind flashed back to what I had known, and the conversation I had just had that previous night.

I knew THE event had occurred.

With my mind and heart racing, as I realized what was truly transpiring, I walked through the halls loudly proclaiming with rage how this was the work New World Order, etc.

When I got back to my room, my roommates were sitting in front of the TV, transfixed by what was unfolding in front of them. Like watching a movie, something you’d only see on screen as fantasy, fun escapism, but this was real life. This was reality.

Simultaneously watching both the real time coverage, and my roommates almost hypnotized glossy expressions, I loudly and angrily declared that THIS WAS THE NEW WORLD ORDER!

In a rage, one of my roommates stood up and defiantly shouted back,

“It’s NOT the fucking New World Order!”

Emotions flared, and chaos ensued.

The entire rest of the day I was in crises mode, as I was sure that at any time martial law was going to be publicly declared and instituted nation wide. If the third plane had hit the Capital building, as intended, it most likely would have (luckily, it was shot down). However, for the rest of the day (and the better part of the week) the entire nation was on pins and needles about what attack/s were to happen next, and who was responsible (the mainstream news had already been murmuring since day one about how it was likely Osama Bin Laden).

Do you remember where you were that day? I do. A day I’ll never forget as the New World Order’s first modern major power play in securing their interests for a tyrannical global government. Tuesday, September, 11th, 2001.

It’s Tuesday.

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