Do you remember when 9-11 happened. I do, I was in English class, 12th grade, and it changed my life forever. When I saw those towers fall, it was the first time in my life that I had the ability to watch network television for two hours straight without having one advertisement. Oh the irony, I cried, as the networks came together and blocked four hours of my favorite soap operas.
I remember cursing Osama for this. He and his terrible gang of tyrants and freedom haters robbed me of the only freedom I had. The freedom to watch Passions, then Days, then Guiding Light. That day reminded me of how much I had, and how much I had to lose.
It was years later when I was sitting in on a local liberal meeting at Cornell Hall when I learned the truth about 9-11. I remember thinking, when college students say truth, they mean it. I mean they all read the Stranger and studied freshmen level philosophy, so they knew that truth can only be used when it takes into account everything. But they lied, for I too, have uncovered the truth behind 9-11.
It was early in the morning, on January 25th, 2001, President Bush was new, and Jacques Chirac was visiting from France. They were both brothers in the same Secret Society, The Society of Coitus Supremus. Bush was nervous like a little school girl to have his first meeting with the weathered and older French Politician. Little did George, or any of his friends know that this encounter would change the course of the world.
As Chirac was getting off of the plane, He jumped forward quickly, scaring his closest confidant and security guard Guillaume. Chirac screamed in French, get out of my way or I will fire you all. Normally Chirac did not behave like this, especially not around the press, but he felt like he was suffocating in the plane. There mere thought of his wife and 23 year old mistress travelling together in the same Airbus plane made his skin crawl. His wife most certainly knew of his mistresses existence, she even referred to her as "La Salope" when with close confidants. But Jacque was from a different school of politics, the school where you keep your mistresses separated from your wife. It was how De Gaule had done it, and Chirac was damned if he wouldn't do the same.
He breathed the fresh air at Camp David; slowly, his anxiety began to pass. Only then did he realize the true gravity of his trip. It was this burden that had caused such a decline in his temperament. The press was ripping him to shreds over the past months. Most thought that it was because he was not popular with the Unions, but they did not know the real reason. Chirac had felt his soul blacken over the months with shame and guilt. Guilt which was induced by the knowledge of what he had to do.
He walked down the tarmac listening to the national anthem and waving to the much more docile American press corps. It was much unlike his first trip to the United States. He had worked as a deck boy for a French Fishing ship of the coast of St. Pierre et Miquelome and would go to Boston once a month to pick up contraceptives for the all male crew of L'Espoire Dominicaine (The Dominican Hope).
Finally he saw George, still young (for a leader at least) and yearning to lead his people, a people who unfortunately hated him. He grabbed George's soft and subtle hand, turned to the cameramen for a few opportune shots. He then ever so casually leaned over to George to say, "Let's go somewhere private, where we can talk. " It threw chills up George's spine. George found his accent intriguing and was thrown off. He had never had feelings like that for a man before. He was sure this would be a meeting of true substance.
An Appendix to Parts one and two:
All of the facts in here can be referenced to the Book The Truth Still Hurts - A study of Plausible Causes and Effects of 9-11 written by Professor Charles B. Kendelsson from the Warren County Community College.
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