Bush and 9/11

Did George Bush Jr know about 9/11? Did he approve it, or did he strongly object?

When George W Bush was voted in as Governor of Texas, he’d only been outside the USA twice in his life.

In five years, he personally ordered the execution of 152 men and women.

One of his last executions was a man with a mental age of six.

George W Bush didn’t care. Poor John Paul Penry was executed by lethal injection. He was the 150th person killed by PERSONAL ORDER of George W Bush.

Bush ordered 38 executions in the election year alone, breaking all American records! 

He ordered the killing of more people than any Governor in American history. He believed that he was doing Society a favour by murdering murderers –  or so he said.

And where there’s a Junior, there’s a Senior. I wonder who controlled him?

George W Bush made America the most hated country on earth. And his glove puppet, Tony Blair, deliberately increased Britain’s chances of being attacked by terrorists 100-fold. I wonder why? In fact, no terrorists had any fight with Britain until Butcher Blair was elected.

I think that anyone with an IQ level above that of a hamster now knows that 9/11 was an inside job.

At least 67 British people died on that day.

And then, of course, we had our 7/7, which stinks as strongly as 9/11. In fact, it’s a very similar stink, including the pathetically obvious bodge-ups.

Did the bodge-ups happen because they were rushed jobs? Or were they dropped in deliberately by people involved, with a conscience?

No, probably not. People like that, however scared and intimidated they are, don’t have consciences.

Which means that, whoever did it, was completely confident that they would get away with it. And it seems that they were right.

Why why why is the world still sitting back and muttering about it? These are  two of the biggest, most cold-blooded criminal acts in the history of the world.

I can be jailed for something small like if I don’t pay my Income Tax. Duh! Why are these evil criminals still walking free?

And get this;

‘My parents gave me an African name, Barak, or Blessed, believing that in a tolerant America your name is no barrier to success. That is the true genius of America, a faith in the simple dreams of its people, the insistence on small miracles. That we can say what we think, write what we think, without hearing a sudden knock on the door. That we can have an idea and start our own business without paying a bribe or hearing a sudden knock on the door. That we can participate in the political process without fear of retribution, and that our votes will be counted.’

Ooh, I wonder who said that?!