Posts Tagged ‘9/11’

Fear, n. A sense of the total depravity of the immediate future.

– Ambrose Bierce’s The Devil’s Dictionary

If you were agoraphobic, you’d be home by now

– Anonymous bumper-sticker

Agoraphobia is many things to many people. It is many things to me, world-wandering misadventurer I may be. Frequently considered a social fear, Agoraphobia is often as simple as a fear of public spaces, where feelings of embarrassment or helplessness cause an anxiety so deep the sufferer will infrequently leave the safety of their own home. The origin of the word comes from the Greek for marketplace agora and the Latin for fear –phobia. Agoraphobia is also used to describe a fear of open spaces. I, Vic Neverman, have battled the dreaded openness throughout my existence, but this is the story of the few months where my fear of the heavens nearly crushed me beneath its galactic weight.

Vic's rearview mirror in Chicago

Vic’s rearview mirror in Chicago

In 2007, my agoraphobia reached rather astronomical extremes. It was a slow build-up before an inopportune catalyst helped the budding anxiety realize its full potential. My social anxiety had been just a paranoid seed in my head, nurtured along until it became a fruit ripe to the point of bursting. During this build-up, I was living in Chicago, an absentee member of a fanatical anarchist gang with its foundation in the 9/11 Truth Movement. I was mostly absent from the theatrical street protests and flier hand-outs because this group of fellow paranoids all thought I was nuts; I, in turn, knew they were all government moles sent to sew unrest and entrap the true dissenters. In this environment, the agoraphobic fruit swelled. The year prior, O’Hare Airport had been shadowed by a UFO event witnessed and then later denied by hundreds. Strange times were nigh, the agoraphobic fruit flowered. Every time I drove down the street, the baby-blue stripes of the Chicago Machine’s bruisers followed me in their squad cars, pulling me over for fictitious violations. At this point, the agoraphobia was ready to burst forth with the urgency of a chest cavity-incubated alien spawn stuck in airport security, late for its flight to Reno.

Agoraphobia bursting forth like alien spawn delayed by TSA

Agoraphobia bursting forth like alien spawn delayed by TSA

While I was building a fear of open spaces, I certainly did not mind being closed-in. In May of 2007, I found myself in a tight spot – literally under mountains. A romantic getaway for Des Riley and I had us in subterranean Kentucky, crawling for miles on our elbows and knees in the Middle-Earth that was Mammoth Cave National Park. This was no handicap-accessible sidewalk into darkness, we opted for the extreme tour – one that disqualifies any participant with a chest size larger than 42 inches (my exact chest size at the time, though I am probably much more girthed now with all the pushups I do and stuff, but, y’know, I digress). Upon returning to our Chicago home, back to where my paranoia and socio-phobia had been swept beneath the rug, my girlfriend left me. Or at she least quarantined herself in what was once also my bedroom, insisting I was ne’er to be near her nether-regions again. This, dear friends, this was the catalyst the incubated parasite within my ribcage was waiting for.

What birthed forth was placenta-splattered agoraphobia. This agoraphobia wasn’t simply a fear of the public; in this matter I did not have a choice, I could not hide at home as home had become occupied territory, occupied by she who had thrown me out for being too distant, too silent, too indifferent, too paranoid… I could not be afraid of the public because the city was now my only refuge. No, this anxiety, my agoraphobia, was different. It truly became a fear of open spaces, the Great Blue Suck. Having to fight battles with City Hall against unfair parking violations, refusing to prove my worth with my paranoid fellows of 9/11 Trutherism and having lost the devotion of the only person I trusted had trusted in Chicago, I began to feel helpless. I began to feel as if the world was slipping beneath my feet. I began to feel the looming cosmos above, waiting like those unfathomable voids tend to do, opening up to suck me into oblivion. I was losing my faith in gravity and feared my ascending into the great beyond like some sheep of Jesus in the Rapture. I was an agoraphobic.

Oh shit! No, no, down, no!

Oh shit! No, no, down, no!

The heavens beckoned. Overcast grays and clear blues were all the same when it came to SKY – just a menacing gap in space, a frontier of upward free-fall where nothing remained between me and the nothingness of deep-space. It was a fear an astronaut space-walking a satellite would feel when looking behind at the absence of everything. The difference was I was space-walking on the sidewalks of the Second City. No! It was the sidewalks of the Windy City, wind that could easily carry me up and beyond like Dorothy until I wasn’t in Kansas or at least the Midwest anymore. What if the Earth suddenly sped up its rotation and I was flung free like a turnip off the cart, spinning indefinitely into the great abyss that is the void, the NULL set, the inexistence of anything? I would be nothing, nothing but the jettisoned spittle of an orca that was lost before the beast clamped onto the unfortunate black seal who was merely minding its own business. Yet, yet; yet I wouldn’t even have been the chomped seal – which would at least have its nutrients processed by the whale’s innards and shat out into the ocean to be gobbled up by sea anemones, the circle of life, whatever… No! I was just the saliva lost by the orca as it went in for the kill. I was meaningless salty bile amongst an ocean of salty drops of bilious liquid. I had become meaningless.

The Nullest of Sets

The Nullest of Sets

And yet, there was a life to be had for an agoraphobic in Chicago. I would find it.


The State Department has theorized a mighty fine conspiracy, that Iran is responsible for a half-witted plot to blow-up a Saudi diplomat on American soil. Should Iran be tied to this conspiracy there will be consequences, but please can we get beyond-a-reasonable-doubt proof before we go off to war again? It is my quasi-professional opinion that while the conspirators can certainly be proven guilty of planning to assassinate the Saudi ambassador to the United States, it is their ties to Iran and the Quds Force I do not believe can sustain the burden of proof. Before we begin swarming Tehran with our fleet of killer drones, can we please ensure Iran is guilty of initiating this masterful blunder of a cluster fuck?

Obama, who has amped-up American military involvement across the globe, has largely followed the same policies (advised by the same voices) as the previous administration. Those who remember “Weapons of Mass Destruction” will understand it falls without our capacity to overreach when theorizing conspiracies involving our perceived enemies. Should we not pause long enough to qualify the information we are receiving before our Air Force virtual jockeys grab the joysticks to their respective Predator drones and start lighting up the desert?

If it seems like I, Vic Neverman, am a bit fired up it is because I am…

Last month, Lloyd’s of London had enough proof Saudi Arabia was indirectly responsible for the financing of 9/11 that they took their findings to court to collect on damages for insurance policies they had to pay out. Saudi Royalty promptly settled out of court with Lloyd’s (or in some other way convinced LoL to drop the suit), which means the case and their findings will never see the light of my underground bunker’s fluorescent bulb. But is anyone reporting on the information Lloyd’s learned and then threatened to reveal to the public (via court), thus garnering them their (assumed) payday?


No, instead we’re experiencing the media’s weapon of mass distraction as everyone’s ire is now focused on Iran and this surreal plot of Iranian Special Forces commanding an Iranian-American used car salesman to hire a Mexican drug thug to bomb the Saudi ambassador to the United States. If true, the Iranian plot deserves front page and perhaps a movie deal, but shouldn’t the implications of the Saudis funding al Qaeda get some press time too?

I, Vic Neverman, am not saying this is an American-sponsored plot to recruit unlikely suspects into a scheme designed to fail in order to shift focus away from the Saudi princes and onto a rival of Saudi Arabia, Iran, who we happen to want to drone the hell out of anyway. I am not saying that. All I am asking for is a trial that will prove whether Iran truly is involved before we bomb the shit out of them. Is this too much to ask?

See the following link for good insight into Iran’s Qud Force and the high strangeness of this plot from the magazine Foreign Policy:

You have to admire Iranian business savvy. Iran is attempting to sue Russia into selling them a defensive missile collectors court (case was filed with the International Court of Justice), but legal fees are expensive. With all of the economic sanctions upon Iran, where will they get money to fight the good fight? Where else, but Saudi Arabia?

Why would the Saudis be interested in paying Iran? The same reason they are paying off al Qaeda.

Iran looks towards their Islamic rivals (Sunni Saudis versus the Shiite majority of Iran) and find a great economic opportunity. The Saudis, it seems, will pay for peace on their own dusty shores. This was evidenced in the case recently brought, and subsequently dropped, by the infamous insurer Lloyd’s of London. LoL brought a lawsuit against the Saudi royalty to the tune of $215 million dollars for damages incurred during 9/11.

I will let this sink in…

Lloyd’s of London was suing Saudi princes for 9/11 damages. These royals must have quickly settled as the case was barely filed before LoL dropped the suit a few weeks ago. This conversation turns to what Lloyd’s could prove – that the Saudi princes financed 9/11. The only question is what were the Saudis paying for? Vegas odds say it was a racketeering scam. The Saudis were paying for protection. Saudi royalty was paying al Qaeda to not blow-up Saudi royalty. The Saudis insured their own safety by indirectly financing 9/11.

Which is where the Iranian idea of using extortion to pay their own legal bills came from.

The elite Iranian Quds Force decided to assassinate the Saudi ambassador to the United States. You can even see the hamsters work the wheel in Ahmadinejad’s skull… blow-up this diplomat on American soil and you will scare the golden flakes of shit out of the King of the House of Saud. Bling-bling.

Where Quds Force went wrong was seeking out just the right professional for the job. Remember how I mentioned Iranian business savvy? Well, they did what any international operation in America should do – they outsourced to Mexico. They found the meanest, scariest, Mexican drug lord henchman they could find and offered $1.5 million to kill Adel al-Jubeir, the Saudi diplomat. Fortunately for Adel, the Mexican assassin Quds Force was talking to just happened to work for the DEA. Oops…

So that backfired a bit and now Obama and the United States of Killer Drones has justification to screw the vise even tighter with Iranian sanctions. In fact, this conspiracy plot seems so hare-brained, it almost begets a counter-conspiracy plot. Are the Iranians this clueless, to try to assassinate a Saudi diplomat on American turf via Mexican dynamiter? Or is this plot farfetched because it was scripted by Hollywood to justify the overthrow of Ahmadinejad and the Islamic extremist regime?

A week has passed since the ten year anniversary of 9/11. I, Vic Neverman, peered out of my bunker and was not frightened by my own shadow. So I return to civilization, storing away my gas mask, iodine tablets, and archives of comic books until the next threat of catastrophe.

I had no reason to think there would be some sort of terrorist attack on 9/11/2011 beyond my own paranoia, but I did believe it was best to be prepared. Since my spook of a brother-in-law wouldn’t allow me to ferret away the rest of my family in to the Neverman bunker, I was forced to forgo returning to my Oregon hiding place in favor of remaining in proximity of the NeverSister, somewhere close enough for me to hack my way through the debris of chaos via machete to reach my family should the worst case scenario play out. Fortunately, my machete currently shines from polish and disuse.

Without any clear threat, I expected anything. Certainly, the theme park mecca of Central Florida was an obvious candidate for attack – even when you discount the presence of “The Holy Land”, something of a biblical playground under the threat of jihadist attack since its very inception. As a current resident in a central Floridian retirement villa that shall go unnamed, the various amusement centers were to be avoided.

And so too airports. I am not referring just to the chance of hijacking, something that is rather unlikely given the Homeland Security lockdown. I recommend staying away from any cluster of airborne vessels just in case there is an EMP detonated high up in our atmosphere. The EMP scenario could be pulled off by setting off a nuclear weapon far above our heads. The fiery blast itself may have no impact on us, but the resulting electromagnetic pulse (EMP) would disable any electrically wired device. Imagine, briefly, Chicago with hundreds of O’Hare and Midway planes overhead and suddenly all engines are cut-off. Okay, now stop imagining as this is damned scary.

At this point, you dear reader, may be rather dismissive and perchance peeved at me, Vic Neverman, for fostering paranoid thoughts about events al Qaeda would never be able to pull off. Certainly Russia and China could detonate an EMP, North Korea might have the range to pull it off over the Northwestern states, and our own government could even do a false flag EMP over Houston and blame a Venezuela/Cuba evil axis in order to justify an “Operation Cock and Bull” invasion of the Caribbean.

That is right – you heard it here first! Vic thinks its only a matter of time before our military industrial complex returns its sights to our side of the world, resurrecting long dead memories of Teddy Roosevelt and his Big Stick policies to undermine the oil rich countries south of here. Why not use a false flag EMP to get things started?

Of course, this is the type of talk one would suspect of a 9/11 Truther. Let me remind you, I do not believe 9/11 was an inside job. I do believe we used 9/11 as an excuse to station our military in central Asia in order to have a spring board to China and the final showdown that will exist there. I do not believe, though, that the USG was instrumental in arranging the attacks on 9/11/2001. I believe 9/11 should be accredited to al Qaeda and their Saudi financiers.

“Saudi financiers!?!?”

Yup. I said it. Allow me to elaborate on the Saudi princes and businesses by first turning to Bosnia. Those that follow Vic Neverman will know I have an intimate connection to the Balkan Wars of the last generation. Given that I am also co-writing a complete authority on the Fourth Crusade, a blundering campaign of Christians murdering Christians which is greatly tied to the ethnic chaos of the modern Balkans, one might even call Vic Neverman an academic expert on the situation. Given these self-imposed credits, let me talk about my briefest foray into Bosnia this last Spring in search of information about the mythical “Golden Chain”.

Stay with me here, folks…

In the Bosnian War, there were many atrocities, but let us focus on the combatants: the militant Eastern Orthodox Serbs and the ethnic majority Muslim Bosnians. In order to protect their religious brethren, jihadists from around the world came to Bosnia, creating a sheer hell of terrorist defenders versus genocidal invaders. Al Qaeda was certainly a prominent player in this Jihad defense. Years after the fighting died down, in 2002, Bosnian police raided a compound in Sarajevo that belonged to a Saudi charitable organization and found what is called “the Golden Chain”, a list of the top 20 financiers of al Qaeda circa 1988. It was basically a “whose who” of Saudi Arabia.

The 9/11 Joint Inquiry into 9/11 produced their findings which included twenty-something pages on the Saudi involvement, but these pages were all censored by the Bush Administration. When Obama took over, he promised a change in policy and said he would release the information about Saudi involvement financing al Qaeda prior to 9/11, yet he has never done so. Without seeing these pages, how do we know what they actually say? Because the Joint Inquiry was headed by my pal and longtime Florida statesman, Bob Graham, who has said as much.

Bob Graham cannot comment on the content of the missing pages, but he does not back down from his belief they should be released and that they do spell out Saudi involvement in the financing of the terrorist organization. At the close of the Inquiry and the start of the 9/11 Commission’s investigation, Graham suggested the new team start where the old team left off – the Saudi influence. Yet this never happened.

Obviously, our government is protecting our Saudi “friends”. But why, when those friends were involved with 9/11? Or perhaps the question is why would the Saudi princes and businessmen want to help al Qaeda when the United States and western demand for oil has made them all ridiculously rich?

Seymour Hersch in The New Yorker and a Vanity Fair article “The Kingdom and the Towers” both suggest the Saudi royalty and businesses have paid enormous sums to al Qaeda and Osama bin Laden as protection money. The Saudi people, a powerless base, are very much in favor of al Qaeda and are very agitated by American influence in the Middle East, which puts the princes and businessmen at constant risk. Unless, of course, they payoff al Qaeda for their cooperation. And in doing so, the Saudi power elite put al Qaeda in a position to stage the 9/11 attacks.

Bob Graham also suggests Saudi Arabia might have their own secret nuclear program. The EMP terrorist attack high above our skies doesn’t seem so far-fetched anymore, does it?

For more Neverman on 9/11 Theories, see the following blog:

I, Vic Neverman, was on the other side of the world during the attacks of 9/11, carousing with the local flora and fauna when the buzz-kill news hit. My initial reaction was a sort of denial. I wasn’t trying to rationalize how the events could not occur, but rather, I denied this sort of thing could happen without… a little assistance. My paranoia immediately conjured images of the Gulf of Tonkin, the Maine, the Lusitania – was this another false flag that would springboard us into war?

Of course, our initial reaction to anything is emotion. It is a question of speed, really. Emotion travels at the speed of light while reason is a slow, methodical, calculation of facts, assumptions, and probabilities. My denial and suspicion were based on emotion and this was a powerful grudge to get over.

Years later, I was a part of Chicago’s “9/11 Truth” Movement. Those were dark days for Vic Neverman. I was a hollow and broken man after a long battle with the woman I loved. The City of Chicago had done everything in its power to bring the Neverman to the brink of extinction and I had joined the Sam Adam’s Alliance (a political action group that was a precursor to the Tea Party Movement) just as a means to defend myself against the Chicago Machine. I even had to leave my paranormal investigation group because they were too passive, satisfied with only watching horror movies. And then, there was the 9/11 group. For a brief amount of time, this group was my outlet. We papered the city with informative fliers, we argued with tourists along the Magnificent Mile, we would pound the street and then pound the beer at a Wrigleyville saloon. We were angry, I was angry, and now I had something to do with all that anger I had bottled-up. I had my fight against those who brought the self-inflicted wound of 9/11 and who were taking away our freedoms with the Patriot Act.

My paranoia increased inversely with my civil liberties. “WMD” propelled us into another war and all of this bullshit just furthered my belief everything was rigged. I eventually escaped my Chicago tormentors for a safe house in Milwaukee. Soon, I would be heading west to Oregon where I was to re-invent myself and what I stood for. It was with renewed clarity I examined the conspiracy theories which catered to my paranoia. It was during this re-examination when my position changed.

The current Vic Neverman theory on 9/11: 19 Islamic Extremist Hijackers took control of as many as four planes and flew them into premeditated targets, with the exception being Flight 93 which crashed into the Pennsylvania countryside. The only part the Bush Administration played was that of an idiot getting caught with his pants down.

Yes, my angry friends in Chicago and our fearless leader, Charlie Sheen, would be ever so disappointed in me. With this change in position, however, I still believe the Bush Administration exploited the events to springboard us into war, the Patriot Act is an insult on our liberty, and there never were “Weapons of Mass Destruction”. So how did I come to this new conclusion?

Let us distinguish the different conspiracy groups that exist when it comes to 9/11. There are those who believe al Qaeda conspired to do as they had done and that is the simple end of it. The rest can be sorted into LIHOPers and MIHOPers with the latter group becoming the predominant cyber-darling today. LIHOP stands for “Let It Happen On Purpose” with the presupposition that Cheney and Company (GWBush is usually excluded as being ‘in the know’) knew what was happening and didn’t do anything to stop it. As I previously mentioned, though, the MIHOP theory is most popular in the fringe groups. MIHOP is, of course, “Made It Happen On Purpose” presupposing Cheney and Company (as few imagine GWBush could hold a secret this big) planned the whole damn thing all along.

I am sure that my choosing the least conspiratorial theory of the bunch disappoints many in my readership, but know this – Occam’s Razor is a bitch. Let us not leave it there, let us examine the MIHOPers biggest claims:

1 – World Trade Center Towers did not fall naturally, they were bombed from within, demolished, which would imply premeditated intent by “insiders” to blow shit up.

This is an argument used by those who watch a lot of video online without really knowing the dynamics of architecture. The planes that flew into the Twin Towers were at such an angle that several floors were damaged at once with jet fuel spilled everywhere. The loss of structural integrity occurred at the exact location the planes struck and from there brought down the rest of the building.

2 – Pentagon could not have been attacked by a jet because there is no evidence of a jet crashing into the wall.

Sure, there is a hole in the Pentagon without the flailing wings of the jet, but these conspiracists do not account for the wings breaking off upon impact. Yes, it would be easier to shoot a missile at the Pentagon and achieve the same damage, but what about the “hundred” eye witnesses who saw a plane fly in the direction of the Pentagon and crash?

3 – Flight 93 heroes were fictionalized and the plane was actually shot down.

Really? C’mon MIHOPers, you are going to take away the lone bright spot of John Waynism occurring during this event? First of all, there is nothing out of the ordinary about the wreckage of Flight 93. The coroner who claimed his job was over only meant that the cause of death was obvious, not that there weren’t any bodies.

4 – NORAD was told to hold down and not shoot the hijacked planes out of the skies.

What’s new in a typical federal cock-up? Need I bring up Katrina, NOLA, and FEMA? In this case, though, I will admit that NORAD was not prepared for a domestic plane attack (though they were supposedly to be engaged in similar training exercises) and that planes that disable their monitoring devices were very difficult to track. Sure, there is plenty of radar, but keeping count of which plane is which is easier than it sounds when the flight doesn’t want to be noticed. One would hope proper technology would fill the gap these days…

5 – Building 7!!!! Of the World Trade Center Buildings collapsed many hours later because it housed offices of the FBI, CIA, JCVD, NAMBLA, etc, etc. when this building wasn’t even hit by a plane. And the leaser of the building told firefighters, “let it go”.

Building 7 was in direct contact with debris of the collapsing taller twin towers. Fires and damage were bound to occur. This building also had a different structure, where three trusses were responsible for holding up the foundation. Once the fire weakened the integrity of the trusses, the building fell. Building 7 is one of the biggest MIHOP arguments for “an inside job”, that the insider’s intent was to destroy any record the local CIA office has of… some shit which they didn’t keep backed-up on another server or didn’t email to their office in Jersey City or Philly or Wash or London or anywhere. Maybe Jimmy Hoffa’s corpse and John Dillinger’s cock were located in Building 7 which would be why the powers-that-be would chose to demolish it in the chaos. Oh… and the building leaser later said he was telling the fire chief to “let it go” in order to get the fire fighters out of the building safely.

Final Verdict By Vic Neverman:

Ineptitude in defense. Pure and simple. Good old fashioned ineptitude. We had intelligence reports warning us of these attacks. We were already monitoring many of the hijackers. There are so many ways we could have head this tragedy off at the pass and just didn’t.

If this volume of ineptitude is alarming, just remember a few years later when Katrina hit NOLA. We knew beforehand those levies would burst. We knew the city was below sea level. We knew it was a disaster waiting to happen and the only thing keeping us from being proactive in preparation was that a hurricane had never hit New Orleans before. It had never happened before, why would it happen now?