sonofsaf: #685. Of Nine Eleven

Saturday, September 11, 2021

#685. Of Nine Eleven

So it has been twenty years since 9/11. If you want my advice about how to prevent the next potential 9/11... I would encourage the federal government (FCC, DHS, etc.) and private industry (NFL, MLB, etc.)... to explicitly inform sporting fans attending events in large, confined crowds (stadiums, ballparks, etc.)... that official emergency venue evacuation orders would never initially be delivered via their personal cell phones or mobile wireless devices.

As for this year, I'd primarily be concerned with Sunday, October 3.

9 NFL stadiums, 15 Major League ballparks, and a NASCAR race in Talladega, Alabama.

Timing is the key factor. Specifically around 3pm. Now just add a sprinkle of Covid fear and a dash of mask hysteria. It would seem like fertile breeding grounds for a dominipede.

Hint: Everyone has a cell phone.

If you give a shit, which nobody does, google "Rick Rescorla." He's the man who predicted 9/11.

And guess what? Nobody listened.

Of Nine Eleven
sonofsaf

Morgan Stanley insured but Osama was bold
Anniversary of nine eleven
Extremists were the foes, as tourists they all posed
Martyrdom no regrets Islam hardcore
Ooh, ooh, anniversary of nine eleven
Don’t decline or think small, our George Bush knew the cure
‘Cause Al Qaeda’s crimes warrant a cleaning
If you see take a look, you’ll learn the way of things
Sometimes wars that are fought are misleading

Ooh, fake the blunder
Ooh, fake the blunder

Military’s complex and Trump’s wife should be best
All the people were dying and grieving
And the shots in between springs the woke from their knees
All the choices that will be forsaken

Ooh, you fake the blunder
Ooh, really fake the blunder

An industrial boon for weapons to be used
Jets and fighters can’t be charged with treason
And you’ll know that it’s on when we start droppin’ bombs
The remains of the dead a disaster

Oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa

It’s just a tussle if you don’t know, we’re causin’ harm now
War’s just a money making machine
Yeah, do the math but don’t ask why, unless you’re a cunt
It’s a crime arranged by the pentagon

And you fake the blunder
Oh, whoa

Iraqis bumming, in Baghdad yo, all part of the show
Euphrates drowning Tigris you swim
Orange Prolapse takes it in the ass ho. Donald Trump blows.
The seven deadly Donald Trump has sinned

And Donald’s gonna shoot his load
Trump hates the windmills loves the coal
Ivanka maybe is a ho
Who’s white not right a ho fo sho
Each time he speaks the bullshit’s sold
And if you call him a retard
This goon’s the biggest Orange Prolapse
Why did the buildings take a fall
It was his cock and not his soul

Anniversary of nine eleven

Stairway To Heaven
Led Zeppelin

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to Heaven
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to Heaven
There's a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

Ooh, makes me wonder
Ooh, makes me wonder

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking

Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, really makes me wonder

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter

Oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed, now
It's just a spring clean for the May queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on

And it makes me wonder
Oh, whoa

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow? And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll

And she's buying a stairway to Heaven