Bizarre Dramatized 9/11 Film "Insured Freedom" Tries to Deflect Blame From Zionism

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Thought this looked interesting when I saw it posted at 911BLAHGGER by user Hsaive (with a youtube embed posted by user Joe) and stuck through the terrible acting and script long enough to identify the work as a "blame PNAC, sacrifice Silverstein, save Zionism" piece.  The weird cult-like new age shmaltz strewn throughout the film exists in real life and as such this is as much a 911 film as it is recruiting material for some weird anti-capitalist and vaguely Kabbalistic cult led by the film's producer, Lou Hamburger (the first hint of the Kabbalistic nature was in the film which said the movement was started on 03/03/03...)  In the credits I also noticed an Israeli name "Tal Mor" listed as the "2nd assistant director".  So I poked around on Hamburger's "Transparism" site and found his bio.  Check it out, and let me know whether or not you agree with me that Lou Hamburger has spent some quality time in Herzliya... :)
 
Anyway, not surprising--follow the hyperlink above to watch the 45 minute after-school special if you have some time to kill--the female lead is actually kind of cute and seeing Dutch kids semi-convincingly pretending to be British and American is mildly entertaining.  Also, there's an Obama-esque "Naval War College Professor of Law" who guides our intrepid and spiritually awakened students through their research into the 9/11 insurance case and its indisputable indictment of Cheney as the mastermind of 9/11.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

About Lou Hamburger

Lou Hamburger
Buddy, not buddha

Let me begin by introducing myself. I was born in
Almelo, in The Netherlands, on September 20, 1960 at 7:50 AM. I am the
second of four sons to Dutch parents; I was raised in a very rural area,
the ‘Maas en Waal’ region. My family did not really hold any dogmatic
or religious beliefs, but we participated in the rituals that came with
Catholicism, probably to blend in with our community. The priest at my
grammar school appointed me as an altar boy. I found it a waste of time,
but I did not have a real choice. After all, it was considered a
privilege. I remember the priest drinking the remaining wine after Mass,
and I wondered whether that was proper or not. We had to use last
week’s prayer booklets as toilet paper. That was definitely not proper;
they didn’t do the job. I may have asked some tough questions now and
then and, as a result, I did not keep the role for long because I was
deemed not ‘serious’ enough. By the time I was ten or eleven, we only
went to church on Christmas Eve, as a tradition. I found Mass boring and
the church cold, but I loved the breakfast with sausage rolls we always
got afterwards! When I was very young, my parents did not have a lot of
money but they saved enough to treat us to a yearly vacation. We
visited Austria, France, Switzerland, Italy, Spain and even Yugoslavia.
These travels were exceptional in the 1960s and 1970s. I am very
grateful to my parents for these trips, because they broadened my view
of the world from a very young age.

My Education

Nijenrode University

My father worked as an inspector of cattle and
meat and my mother was a housewife. My parents both worked very hard,
but being a civil servant my father could not afford the best education
for his sons. So, at the beginning of the 1970s, he and a business
partner started a free weekly newspaper with local community and sport
news sponsored by ads from local retailers. After five years of hard
work, the newspaper made enough money to generate additional income. My
father was able to afford our expensive university studies and I went to
Nijenrode, a semi-private business school. I am still grateful for the
efforts of my parents that allowed us to develop, think for ourselves
and become independent. I don’t know much about my mother’s real family
as she doesn’t discuss her childhood much. Most of my mother’s relatives
died during the Holocaust. To the best of my knowledge, my mother’s
mother was regarded as 100% Jewish according to Jewish and Nazi law,
even though my grandmother herself abandoned her Jewish faith years
before the Nazis came into power. My non-religious and non-Jewish
grandfather also stayed away from dogmatic religions. He was an actor in
Amsterdam. The story that was passed on to me was that he escorted my
grandmother to the tram used for her deportation and either decided or
was forced to join her. He died about nine months later in Dachau, a
concentration camp for non-Jewish problem cases near Munich, Germany. My
grandmother survived the Theresienstadt concentration camp and the
Ravensbrück death camp but died a few days after its liberation,
probably as a result of diseases and exhaustion and the low priority the
Dutch government gave to the timely repatriation of camp survivors. My
mother survived the Dutch hunger winter of 1944-1945 as a person in
hiding under the most difficult circumstances. Soon after the war she
was adopted by a casual family acquaintance in Antwerp. There she was
discriminated against and was mistreated once again until she eventually
met my father in 1956. The wounds created by Dutch, German and Belgian
citizens before, during and after the war never healed completely and
had a huge impact on her, as well as on my father, my three brothers and
myself.

My Travels

Hotel Room in Al Khobar
Hotel Room in Al Khobar

As a business consultant, I have traveled to
dozens of countries and states in the western world and the Middle East.
I have never believed in any dogmatic religion, but there was no
check-box for such a position on the application form I encountered when
I applied for a working permit for Saudi Arabia. They pushed me to
enter ‘Christian,’ and so I did. Despite that entry, I became a Muslim
by mistake. The authorities had inadvertently issued a Muslim instead of
a Christian iqama (work permit), and, at the end of 2003, I went to
Saudi Arabia to work on the implementation of a computer system. As a
Muslim I was allowed to visit Mecca, but before I could benefit from the
error, it was corrected on my work permit. The Arabian project became a
difficult challenge in a variety of ways. There was little progress in
the contract with the agency, payments were delayed and reduced
regularly, and the project itself had serious implementation issues. I
discovered the hard way that I could not take the honorable way out.
They stopped me at the border when I tried to escape the country and I
was locked in until an exit visa was issued. When this stamp finally
adorned my passport, I was punished by the agency and a month’s pay was
withheld from me on account of my leaving. Eight weeks after I left,
terrorists raided the village where I had lived and killed twenty
hostages. Four of these hostages were shot in the hotel room where I had
stayed.

 

My Motivation

My experiences in Saudi Arabia, and those
during other projects and various vacations in many other countries,
have compelled me to write this trilogy. My intention is to help the
leaders and people of Saudi Arabia, as well as leaders and people
everywhere else in the world find a way out. It is intimidating for me
to do this because, like all the citizens of the Earth, our leaders
control me. They can do what they like, and if they do not like me they
can ignore, deny, threaten, scandalize, punish, torture or kill me. I
can become an outcast, a fool or a terrorist, just by writing an open
letter to our leaders.

Although I try to write in the most
eloquent way, I understand that my message will not appeal to all
leaders. What will this king, business leader, oil baron and politician
think of me? I can only say that I am doing the best I can to save the
planet with as many people as possible on it, including our
leaders. And it should be pointed out that I do not want our leaders to
go away. I want them to stay! They helped make the world into what it is
today and they are the most effective people in finding a way out of
this mess. After all, they are leaders.

I can only help if
our leaders allow my message to be heard, although it may be very hard
to swallow. In my books and on my website I just write down my vision,
beliefs and solutions. No one is required to read them, let alone
implement my suggestions.

I understand that there will be a
lot of criticism and skepticism of my ideas, primarily voiced from our
leaders through their public media channels. They feel responsible
although there is not much they can do within the current system to
change things for the better. For example, imagine what would happen if a
president of a large banking consotium would suddenly say: "I don't
think compound interest is beneficial to mankind. Let's organize a press
conference to announce that we will stop charging interest on our
loans." I can assure you that a press conference is organized, but
another announcement will be made. They have very little room to
manouvre. Like myself, they also do the best they can. But they have a
choice. They can also choose to do things differently from the way they
have been doing them for years. I know that most people in executive
positions are older. I cannot change them easily. In fact, I cannot
change them at all. They can only change themselves.

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