Now what makes this bizarre pseudo story interesting to me is that as I mentioned I *have* myself been approached by what I suspected to be an undercover Harvard cop maybe about a year and a half ago while truthing in the square (If you've seen A Day in the Life of Real Truther on YouTube it happened in the area where I hadthe many big posters up with people walking back and forth.

The guy, a young middle aged moustachioed dude, struck up a conversation about 9/11, in which he claimed to have no opinion or knowledge about the demolitions but that he could say with certainty that AA77 really did hit the Pentagon.

He proceeded to tell me that he would know, because he has connections in the military, and to prove some kind of point he pulled out his wallet to show me several gun permits for deifferent states. I noticed a Harvard staff ID in his wallet and mentioned that I was also a staff person--what part of the university did he work for? He dodged the question. I forget the exact details but when I was packing up to leave he was either still around or had come back and we started talking. i said I was walking to my car, if he wanted to continue chatting he would have to walk with me. He did.

When it came time to part ways, he paused and asked me the question that I am getting tired of answering, which is "What do you hope to accomplish with all of this, anyway?" Each time someone asks me this (and many had before he did) I wonder what part of 9/11 Truth Now they don't understand. But realizing this was no innocent question, I gave him my best true answer, which is that I understood crimes had been committed and were going unpunished and that while we may not ever achieve justice in the matter I would at least retain my moral integrity by doing the right thing.

"Good answer" he said. Glad you liked it, see ya, bye.

So the next day I was at my usual lunchtime perch outside the Harvard Science Center when an older gent with a vaguely european mediterranean accent (nudge nudge) approached me to ask about my demonstration. Ah yes, he said, the world is very corrupt, good for you. I myself am a scientist, he told me, I know President Bok, and such and such Dean, etc. I know how things are, you know? You seem to be a smart fellow--you know, I'm looking for someone to help me with my business--like I said I'm a scientist, I work on environmental technologies--energy efficient systems, you know, the kind of stuff places like Harvard pay big money for. Everyone wins, you see, the save on energy costs, we make a good living, and help the environment. I forget which one of us gave the other his card (I think I gave him mine, with no intention of course of going to work for him, not that I ever heard from him again) and we parted ways.

I couldn't help but recall my encounter with the mysterious Harvard staffer the previous evening, the one who liked my answer about retaining my moral integrity. I couldn't help but feel like someone was trying to bribe me, to buy my silence... What would *you* have thought? And now this story appears. Hmmm...