Re: One Million Children Per Year Are Kidnapped & Mind Control Programmed In the USA Re: Do we all agree that 9/11 was an inside job//Debunkers ARE implicated

On Tue, 27 Jun 2006 21:14:22 GMT, Bookman <thebookman@kc.rr.comNULL> wrote:

On Tue, 27 Jun 2006 14:01:37 GMT, www.peaceinspace.com <truth@r.us>
wrote:

On Tue, 27 Jun 2006 11:24:52 GMT, "Chadwick Stone�" <chad_stone@127.0.0.1>
wrote:

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www.peaceinspace.com [truth@r.us] has entered into testimony
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On Mon, 26 Jun 2006 20:39:35 GMT, "Chadwick Stone�"
<chad_stone@127.0.0.1> wrote:

Wrong


One of is telling the truth and one of us is lying.

9-11 was an inside job.


Liar.


Logical fallacy.

Provide proof that 9-11 was not an inside job.


Logical fallacy.


Inside the flat a fruity voice was reading out a list of figures which had
something to do with the production of pig-iron. The voice came from an
oblong metal plaque like a dulled mirror which formed part of the surface of
the right-hand wall. Winston turned a switch and the voice sank somewhat,
though the words were still distinguishable. The instrument (the telescreen,
it was called) could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off
completely. He moved over to the window: a smallish, frail figure, the
meagreness of his body merely emphasized by the blue overalls which were the
uniform of the party. His hair was very fair, his face naturally sanguine,
his skin roughened by coarse soap and blunt razor blades and the cold of the
winter that had just ended.


Provide proof that 9-11 was an inside job.


Outside, even through the shut window-pane, the world looked cold. Down in
the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into
spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there
seemed to be no colour in anything, except the posters that were plastered
everywhere. The blackmoustachio'd face gazed down from every commanding
corner. There was one on the house-front immediately opposite. BIG BROTHER
IS WATCHING YOU, the caption said, while the dark eyes looked deep into
Winston's own. Down at streetlevel another poster, torn at one corner,
flapped fitfully in the wind, alternately covering and uncovering the single
word INGSOC. In the far distance a helicopter skimmed down between the
roofs, hovered for an instant like a bluebottle, and darted away again with
a curving flight. It was the police patrol, snooping into people's windows.
The patrols did not matter, however. Only the Thought Police mattered.


ESL!