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Some Early Morning 9th Grade Physics #DonaldTrump #Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreat

It really only takes 9th grade physics. You don’t need more than the basics. So ask yourself – why all the mystification? Why all the denials?

Why do we have obviously intelligent people lying?

Watch the body language of the NIST spokesman reporting about WTC7 in 2007 – notice the positions of his hands, his eye movements – the man looks like he’s being held hostage or something.

Now sure I agree that it doesn’t matter in a lot of contexts. But you have to ask yourself why we have supposed dissidents constantly attacking the truth – even going so far as to pretend they don’t understand basic high school physics, or they don’t believe their lying eyes?

Has anyone noticed that Donald Trump is now being attacked as a “truther” – he isn’t backing down either. I’m not really buying what Donald Trump is selling, but I have to admit, he’s the most entertaining politicians we’ve had in years.

Kinky Sex Fetish: A Manhattan Murder Mystery 13

Before Tinder, it was Craigslist.

Look – young people from all over the country move to New York to work at prestigious companies for a lot of money. Everyone is working all the time. The gals are not interested in settling down and having babies. The men are focused, lazer like, on making money.

So what do you think horny young 20 somethings do?

They “hook up.”

And back in 2001, it was Craigslist. Craigslist was still virtually unknown outside of a few cities like New York, Chicago, and San Francisco. The only people that used Craigslist were 20 something hipsters from the city. So back then, women would still put up personal ads and sometimes even post a picture. It wasn’t “private” exactly but the audience was small and exclusive.

Her ad said “No Time To Date” and it was a litany of “small town gal in the big city.” Works all the time, never gets to meet guys. Looking for this and that, something. Loves this. Whatever.

Reading between the lines it means “busy career gal, haven’t been laid in months, looking for a man to fuck me silly all weekend then leave me alone.”

For me, this was my bread and butter pretty much, because, hey, I was in the same situation. I did have a girlfriend, but she lived all the way across the country in California and it’s not cheating if you’re in a different state.

Whatever, I never claimed to be a “good person.”

So this was like textbook. We had met for drinks on Wednesday at the dive bar near the towers. Aisha would flirt with me when I had some girl there, to help me out. She was a sweetheart. Aisha wasn’t interested in me at all but she liked me hanging around so she’d help out when she could. So this girl – I don’t remember her name – she’s about 27, a few years older than me. Cute, slender, long hair, dressed real nice. I forgot what she did. We have three drinks, I tell her I’ll walk her to the subway around the corner. She turns to say goodbye so I kiss her, we make plans to meet on Monday, after she gets back from whatever she’s doing on the weekend.

On Monday, god, I could barely concentrate at work. I had half a hard on all day thinking about fucking this girl tonight. At lunch, my bosses, Jimmy and Richie, took me and a few of the guys out to some fancy Thai place at the World Financial Center a few blocks away. Jimmy is bitching and bitching about the power downs. It didn’t make any damn sense. Why would both buildings have all of their power – including emergency power – shut off over the weekend? Everyone had been working late backing up all of the systems, making sure we could bring them back up without any problems. This did not make Jimmy happy at all.

Jimmy was probably 40 something, blonde hair, blue eyes, looked like a grown up boy scout but cursed like a sailor. He actually came across as rather relaxed and informal but the man was responsible for billions of dollars flowing through the company on a daily basis, yet he never broke a sweat. And the power down thing did not please him at all. He had been working on some roll out for months then, all a sudden, without any warning, the building management told everyone they had to prepare for two weekends of power downs, in both towers. “Upgrading the internet” or “fixing the electricity” or something, and that was why Jimmy was bitching about it so much.

Anyway he was a cool guy and it was nice of him to take us peons out for lunch with the big bosses. You know, older guys, they love to show off to the younger men. As I was like 24, just out of college working my first job, I never paid for lunch, or drinks after work. Guys like Jimmy and Richie, they loved to pull out hundred dollar bills and give outrageous tips to the bartenders and waitresses. I suspect both of them were loaded far beyond the kind of money I could imagine.

Of course, for me, 24 year old kid from the suburbs, I was making fucking bank. I’d pull out twenty dollar bills to tip the girls at the bar but it came from the same place honestly.

So we’re all chomping away on $40 entrees while Jimmy and Richie are having a cussing contest talking about the power downs. I’m pretending to pay attention but all I can think about is this chick I’m meeting later that night.


You know, thinking back on it, I figured it was just a regular job. I had pulled my one string to get this job, some kid I knew in college worked for one of the banks and knew Richie and had gotten me an interview. I wasn’t an employee, I was a consultant, working on a small team with a contract. Now I figured, sure, some of these guys had probably worked at NSA and the like, and I knew some of the guys from the DC office worked down in Maryland and had security clearances, but how was I to know, some kid, how connected finance is to the spook industry?

So I’m guessing, and it’s just a guess, that one of the guys on our team was assigned to this company for reasons a bit more complex than just a salary. LOL, I was surrounded by these people but I didn’t have a fucking clue.

But whatever – all I can think about is meeting Hot Chick uptown later than night, around nine. Meeting for drinks at nine basically means you’ve already scored, as long as you don’t fuck it up.

So that’s why I was uptown. We meet over at a bar close to her place, lubricate ourselves with a shot of whiskey each and two glasses of wine, then hop in a cab back to her place. I was basically raping her in the back of the cab. The driver says, “no please don’t touch her. Not here, no please.”

I swear, if I was the conspiracy theory type, I’d say the cab driver was Osama Bin Laden himself. Full bushy beard, some kind of tablecloth on his head, the whole nine yards. Of course Osama Bin Laden was on the news every once in a while but you know, we had no idea of what was coming.

So all night long I’m fucking this girl. We just walk into her apartment, she starts to get a bottle of wine by I’m just kissing all over her and just drag her into the bedroom. Two horny strangers just needing some attention and to get off. Well she wakes me up around seven and I’m hustling to get to work. No time to go back to my place but I have a change of clothes at the office for just this sort of thing. So I shower and put on last night’s clothes, which smell like smoke and whiskey. Frankly I look like shit, unshaven, but hell it was worth it.

So I walk blocks to the subway and get onto the train. This train is always fucking crowded. Miraculously, I get a seat and start reading my Wall Street Journal (best newspaper in America, at least back in those days.) Hey, I work in finance so it’s what you’re supposed to read.

I’m almost at my stop, but then, the train stops and all the lights go out. “Shit,” I’m thinking, “I’m going to be late. Jimmy is going to chew my ass out.” We sit there for five minutes – it seems like forever. The light comes on for like two seconds, then go back off. You could hear everyone on the train groaning, cursing under their breath and sighing. The announcer comes on and says, “there’s a delay.” Well, no shit, I thought. Five more minutes.

Finally, the train starts moving, but it’s going backwards. Now people are whining real loud, but it keeps going backwards. We go all the way back to the previous stop, and the announcer says, “there’s been an accident at the World Trade Center. Everyone must exit the train here. Everyone must exit.” People are mumbling, but the lights come on at the station, the doors open, and we all get off the train. The announcer says everyone must exit the station too. This sucks, but we all line up and start walking up the stairs.

I look at my watch, it’s already nine o’clock. I’m thinking, “shit I’m going to be so late.” Well I finally make it up the stairs to ground level and there’s a huge crowd standing in front of one of the buildings. Everyone is pointing and staring, some people even have video cameras out. I’m thinking what the hell is going on? So I look over to where everyone is looking and – let me tell you – I couldn’t fucking believe what I saw.


I can’t stand it I know you planned it
I’m gonna set it straight, this watergate
I can’t stand rocking when I’m in here
Because your crystal ball ain’t so crystal clear
So while you sit back and wonder why
I got this fucking thorn in my side
Oh my God, it’s a mirage
I’m tellin’ y’all it’s sabotage

Who the fuck do you think you’re kidding?

It’s pretty much impossible to take anyone seriously who pretends this is other than what it obviously is: a controlled demolition. 9/11 liars may as well ask you to believe in the tooth fairy. Do you believe what you can see with your own eyes?

Now, what sort of adults, presumably with an above room temperature IQ, expect anyone to believe they really think it’s something other than what it is? The maintenance of the taboo is almost more interesting that the event itself. That the buildings were demolished is inarguable. So the question becomes – why would people pretend otherwise? Especially a dozen years after it happened? It’s not as if it’s a current political issue.

So why bother pretending otherwise? What would the motivation be to pretend otherwise?

Market Testing the Next 9/11

Notice that it is “Republicans” and “experts” (read, neo-con lobbyists for defense companies) essentially saying another 9/11 is inevitable and it’s going to come from this new group, ISIS. ISIS used to be an “official Al Qaeda” franchise, and the US supported them against Assad. But now that they are going off the reservation, the “Official Al Qaeda” has disowned ISIS.

Yes, you heart that right. Official Al Qaeda supports ISIS when they are doing what the US wants, but they get kicked out of “Official Al Qaeda” when they do something the US doesn’t like. 12 years after 9/11, a decade after Usama Bin Laden was outed as a long time CIA operative, and people are still falling for this.

Well, Republicans are. Conservatives are. Xian-Zionist cultists are. You know, the dimmest of people.

Will ISIS plan a 9/11-style terror plot against the U.S.?


Republicans are sounding the warning that the next 9/11-like terror plot could emerge from the regions of Iraq and Syria that are currently dominated by an extremist group bearing down on Baghdad.

“The seeds of 9/11s are being planted all over Iraq and Syria,” [Miss] Graham said. “They want an Islamic caliphate that runs through Syria and Iraq…and they plan to drive us out of the Mideast by attacking us here at home.”

Not Cool: The Hipster Elite And Their War On You

So I’m looking at the search terms that lead to this site, and this shows up: “Not Cool: The Hipster Elite And Their War On You.” A quick search led to a book written by a “Gutfeld” that defines “hipsters” as pointy headed liberal environmentalists that block your commute to work with a protest sign while you’re just trying to participate in the capitalist system in order to raise a family and keep ‘Murka safe from the terrorists. The Hipster Elite has made it so trustafarians are oppressing Honest Capitalists. It’s like a low rent kosher version of Radical Chic. The cool Democrat lobbyists are not inviting the less cool conservative Republican lobbyists to their much cooler parties, cause that’s where the sex positive Greenpeace interns hang out, presumably.

Of course, Glenn Beck is providing “Gutfeld” with the platform to sell his book.

It shows you the bankruptcy of the conservative/Republican movement that a) they are jealous of lefty nutjobs and b) that the Glenn Beck audience will read this book, think of some obnoxious college lefty that they know, and think they are being oppressed by anti-pollution laws.

Conservatism is just the liberalism from 20 years ago.


A Gutfeld slogan lets you know exactly where he’s coming from: “Gutfeld proposes building a gay bar next to the WTC mosque.”

That will show them terrorists!


The Meeting at the Top of the WTC

Richard Grove, about to blow the whistle on fraud at Marsh and McLennan, is told to report to the top of the WTC on the morning of September 11, 2001, but is running late. The person who arranged the meeting did not show up, thus survived.

I wonder if he knew Catherine Two?

Special Preview of the 9/11 Novel Available Soon!

Email hipsterracist@yahoo.com for placement on the advance list for a special preview of the September 11, 2001 novel coming soon!

A tale of love, lust and betrayal. Harold Renegade is hired at the World Trade Center complex in the summer of 2001, just in time to witness a series of bizarre events leading up to the greatest terrorist attack on America in history. Amid threats to his life and offers of payment in return for his silence, our intrepid hero must decide between the truth and a lie, between his conscience and the easy way out! Never knowing who he can trust, he must discover which of his closest friends – and lovers – has betrayed his confidence and is working with those who will destroy him!

Now he must carry this dark secret, even as he discovers a hidden, kinky side of his own lusts, ignited by a mysterious woman who is not at all who she claims to be!

In a race against time, he must discover the truth behind the murder of an innocent woman before the trail runs cold and his enemies gain the upper hand by turning those closest to him!

A tale of espionage, international intrigue – and lust!


Send your suggestions for a title for the first installment of the series and win an autographed, hard bound copy if your title is chosen!




High Rise Safety NYC


New Yorkers deserve answers when a building collapses.

The High-Rise Safety Initiative is a ballot initiative that will require the NYC Department of Buildings to investigate the causes of all high-rise building collapses in New York City.


The Life and Times of Hipster Racist

Comments, criticism, and hush money welcome.


Kinky Sex Fetish: A Manhattan Murder Mystery

Kinky Sex Fetish: A Manhattan Murder Mystery
Kinky Sex Fetish: A Manhattan Murder Mystery

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Baltimore Stories


Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

The Slut Power

The Slut Power
The Slut Power

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5



Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

High School Harlots

High School Harlots
High School Harlots

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6



Strugglefucking Holly
Helpless Holly
Holly In Harm’s Way
Hazardous For Holly
Holly’s Heart
Catch Holly
Hurting Holly
Busting Holly
Forgetting Holly

The Tree Of The Knowledge Of Good And Evil


Part I: Jenny
Part II: Carrie

AE911Truth: Experts Speak Out
Zero: An Investigation Into 9/11
9/11: Press For Truth
Hypothesis: The Story of Dr. Steven E. Jones
Architects and Engineers for 9/11 Truth
WTC7 Research
Remember Building 7