9/11 – The Hour Of Our Time

I put my tinfoil hat on to reply to a 9/11 thread from yesterday but I went overboard and it’s really long. As a rule of thumb I prefer to keep replies shorter than OPs so I decided to start a new thread.

I can’t have a conversation about 9/11 without talking about William Cooper so that’s where I’ll begin.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milton_William_Cooper

Milton William “Bill” Cooper (May 6, 1943 – November 6, 2001) was an American conspiracy theorist, radio broadcaster, and author best known for his 1991 book Behold a Pale Horse, in which he warned of multiple global conspiracies, some involving extraterrestrial aliens. Cooper also described HIV/AIDS as a man-made disease used to target blacks, Hispanics, and homosexuals, and that a cure was made before it was implemented. He has been described as a “militia theoretician”.

William Cooper hosted a short wave radio show in the 90s up until his death known as The Hour Of The Time he predicted an attack by Osama Bin Laden on June 28 2001. He broadcast his doubts about the official narrative live on september 11 2001 and was dead by November 5, 2001. I’m not saying that’s why he got killed, but the timing is suspect.

On November 5, 2001, Apache County sheriff’s deputies attempted to arrest Cooper at his Eagar, Arizona home on charges of aggravated assault with a deadly weapon and endangerment stemming from disputes with local residents. After an exchange of gunfire during which Cooper shot one of the deputies in the head, Cooper was fatally shot. Federal authorities reported that Cooper had spent years evading execution of the 1998 arrest warrant, and according to a spokesman for the Marshals Service, he vowed that “he would not be taken alive”.

Here is the broadcast from June 28, 2001
(26:15)

Here is the broadcast from September 11, 2001
(Heads up, it’s 8 hours long.)

Here is a documentary about his life.
The Hour Of Our Time: The Legacy of William Cooper
(1:26:28)

9/11 was a generation defining moment in my opinion, like the assassinations of the 60s or the moon landing. Wiser men than myself have spoken upon this in verse so I will quote some of their words.

Ill Bill & Vinnie Paz – Children Of God (2012) (2:50)

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
Never doubt your God, children singing songs about Jihad
Explosions that blow cars over buildings from afar
We the children of a bloodstained revolution
Gun bang, forever shoot and run fam, get your Uzi love thing
Retribution Timberland boots, leather gooses
In the undisclosed black bulletproof with the extra shooter
Bought a box of banana clips from these anarchists
Like Tim Osman commanding the ship on dialysis
More pain more gain, 9/11 was a war game
More enemies, more friends, more fame
Listen to propaganda c~~~ the hammer
We can stop a man but how do you destroy an army that’s a phantom?
How do you kill a militia that’s invisible?
Mystical, peep what official pistols do, kid we invincible
How do you stop the unstoppable, unkillable?
The salvation of God, now sit back and listen to the song y’all

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
I heard children sing Allahu Akhbar in Turkey
One had a Russian AK, dirty Iverson jersey
I don’t know if it made me proud or if it disturbed me
I guess it’s not as bad as kids being f~~~ed by the clergy
Kufi on, Glock c~~~ed moving through the palace
A dead Kennedy in California Über Alles
I’ll drink a quart of virgin blood inside a Buddha chalice
I took the head off a Kennedy from the roof in Dallas
Yeah I wish that Ron Paul ran again
If not then I’mma have to take the lead like Jeff Hanneman
(Seasons of the abyss) y’all falling for the trap again
.38 leave your f~~~ing body like a mannequin
Yeah if Billy blast at you I blast with him
We don’t live in a republic, it’s just fascism
The Louvre isn’t a museum, it’s a glass prison
F~~~ a class system, listen to the song y’all

El-P (Featuring Aesop Rock) Run The Numbers (2007) (5:00)

Two out of the five of these fuses are wired live
If I wanna survive I gotta
FIND THOSE DETONATORS!

[Verse 1: El-P]
Broken and bleeding writer dash of the brooklynite vagrant
Half a robotic monkey ugly born of viral agent
Vandal tarantula know to handle the phaser drunken
Scripted on city park benches under the fritzy tungsten
Son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live
Put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (I’m the rudest)
Serotonin deficient living the poisonous promise
The boys and girls club of unemployable liars squadren
Silly peasant pathetic plus dirty mutt of the ages
OK dystopia, these f~~~ers are ripe for containment
Half dead man slut ever ready to love my leader
Servitude is contagious (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)
CCWM a rain of the dead confetti
The laughing stock of the karma corrupted emissaries
Captain of industry, partly magnet of larcen, arsony
Captured in loser-vision I bop so retardedly artily

[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]
Ask me about our specials, I’d go for the razor chicken
Hope his delivery radius play to Gracie Mansion
Fly the curmudgeon banner, my liberty army cheering
Limbo the philistine art police on the armor piercing
Marker to garden weasel, he’s usually mucho woozy
Brutally feuding, call your Pluto, Goofy, Cujo, Snoopy
Moody mammal division, Weatherville is better faded
The world is yours, money, now (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)
Some of the city p~~~y, itchin’ them lottery numbers
My 40 thieves enjoy your banquet of property owners
We were probably stoney eye to glassy game face
Still save the princess with no slippage in the frame rate
Chew his way through the muzzle, tussle with the ‘gimme gimme’
Nothing in common with prominent modern city envy
Subtly bloodied up, what a seedy media frenzy
I found a cure for cancer but it wasn’t radio friendly

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah X6
FIND THOSE DETONATORS!

“Nows the f~~~ing time”
Burn the building down, show me what it sounds like to organize and get really loud
“Nows the f~~~ing time”
Lets get it movin, you suckers

[Verse 3: El-P]
Down at the labor camp, they make a drone of men
Mamas boy once but now I’ve learned to speak draconian
And this is all for you, another tattered kite
I feel it too this is a beautiful and tragic night
All I covet is honor, reaching in murky waters
And barely blinked when piranha teeth turned my hand to schwarma
Your bad land buddy, animal ear they tagged me
Digi the cause acoster kid capture the flaggy braggy
Tragedy man Cassandra, actually raised by women
My father skated but he left me with latent addiction
One of the breed of bonkers, I wouldn’t dare to lecture
I don’t know how to lead, there’s got to be somebody better
Weak in the kneesy species, dreaming of future faded
Seen where the suture stiches nitted, slipped? I’m with you baby
Lets get obnoxious with it, I wanna know what brave is
I’m tired of sitting here pretending I’m not f~~~ing dangerous

Sitting on the front lines you can hear the soldiers say…

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah X6
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah X6
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)

“What happened what happened?”
“Degradation, degradation”
“What happened what happened?”
“Explosion Explosion Explosion”
“What happened what happened?”
It always comes back to a bush

[Bridge: El-P]
2 were the haunted vessels that miraculously aimed
3 were the holy carcasses that started up in flames
1 and 2 had a patsy the was factually plane
7 out of envy must have wanted just the same
And in 6.5 seconds science floated out to space
On the most virginal of physics drifted a truly wondrous day
And if the party tells me 5 fingers then 5 is what I’ll say
No matter that the 4 displayed are waving in my face

No matter that the 4 displayed are waving in my face {X2}

“And, and we were standing here when… when there was some sorta”

At the end of the day I don’t know what exactly happened on 9/11 and I’m not optimistic that I ever will. What I do know is that the world has significantly changed since then and while there are innumerable other factors to consider the events that day were the catalyst.

It’s said that a picture is worth a thousand words and a symbol is worth a thousand pictures.

The key is understanding these symbols and interpreting them correctly, which is easier said than done.