Because...

I take all that freedom stuff seriously

Blessed Are the Cracked For they Shall Let in the Light (Groucho Marx)

Some of you may be asking, why would you move your family away from the land of milk and honey to live in some filthy tin pot dictatorship for two years in South America? Consider this experiment an extended vacation; I wanted to dip my toes into the warm water of foreign shores and let life's adventure take me where it would. We decided to return to the USA in August of 2011 but we will always cherish the time we spent in Venezuela.

The choice of Venezuela was more of a fortunate coincidence than anything else, it just happens to be an amazingly beautiful country with a perfect climate, and the cheapest beach front property in the Caribbean. I am also very curious about the social experiment that is underway in Venezuela and now I have a front row seat. I live in a poor fishing village on the beach in Porlamar, the Island's largest city. I frequently feel a bit like Bernard Marx in Aldous Huxley's “Brave New World” when he left the World State to live with the primitives. The lives of these fishermen are caught in a time warp of the early 1900's, a less complicated but more physically demanding time.

I, like my Swedish and Irish Great Grandparents have pioneer blood in my veins. I may not be prepared to live on the Montana prairie in a sod hut as my father's parents did, but the pioneer tradition does still appeal to me. Multi—national corporations and financial institutions now have almost total control over the US. Government; that is also a factor in my decision. If this trend continues, the future for our freedom looks rather frightening. I am sure that these corporations have very little allegiance to the Stars and Stripes and would gladly enslave our people in the name of profit.

I love my family and my Country and risked my life as a Combat Marine in Viet Nam to prove my dedication to freedom, but the rest of my life will be dedicated to my own freedom and assisting other people who are inclined to do likewise.

I swear that the following event happened just as I describe, I feel a responsibility to share this information and hopefully, someday the truth will be known. This is first hand information, not something someone told me about.

This is what happened...

Along with millions of other people, my life changed on September 11, 2001. It was not the sight of the first or second plane smashing into the World Trade Center towers that left me in a state of shock, but what had happened an hour or so earlier.

As I lay in bed watching CNBC, I listened closely as my favorite financial news commentator, Joe Kernan, told viewers about a phone call he had just received. He suggested that viewers watch the price of gold based on what he had learned.

He had received a call from a friend who informed him that the vaults underneath the WTC had been found open and an undetermined amount of gold was missing.

This report by Kernan aired approximately one hour “before” the first plane crashed into the WTC.

This ten second event has left me scratching my head in wonder for the past nine years. This verifiable event could be the smoking gun that would reveal what and who was really behind 9/11. WHY?

 

WHY WHERE THE VAULTS LEFT OPEN THAT MORNING AND BY WHOM?