Mossad 9/11 patsy and Muhammad Atta buddy, Ziad al-Jarrah, was known as the Billy Carter of Ali al-Jarrah’s family. Before supposedly boarding the infamous and filmic United Airlines Flight 93—commandeered from the ground using remote avionics—Ziad al-Jarrah (known in the ‘Hamburg cell’ as the “quiet one” of the group) called his Israeli spy cousin Ali al-Jarrah in Lebanon and said, “before the cock crows twice you will deny that you know me three times.” And sure enough . . .

Ali, Ali, Ali . . . spying for Israel for 25 years and picking up an extra, under-the-table $300 Gs; caught finally by Hizb-allah Intelligence; your cousin Ziad previously working a gig as a Mossad patsy for Israel’s 9/11 operation on America. This is not looking good, of course, for the ol’ “official conspiracy theory,” you know.

And young, up-and-coming Public Relations undergrads, take notice of how Israeli PM Vlad Olmert’s personal spokes-entity, Mark Regev, handled Mr. Jarrah’s “situation” by saying, “It is not our practice to publicly talk about any such allegations in this case or in any case [or to discuss any information about anything with anyone at any time].”

Yeah, this is what happens when you spend the first part of your life reading through the collective loop-hole-ology of all 28,000 volumes of the Babylonian Talmud.

Ali al-Jarrah said he tried to stop, but the Israelis would not let him (cf. J. W. Goethe’s Faust). Yes, once you have given the vampyre your soule, you cannot merely request it back, because now you know too much, and now you are in The Cult. Buh bye...

And while we’re on cult-related topics, I hope Geronimo’s relatives get his skull back from those degenerate yuppie fucks at Yale.

Good to see you back, G.