If you're like me, a top-tier researcher in Stratodynamic Physics and Electronisonic Plasma
Mechanics, with advanced degrees in Chemical Xenometrics, and specializing in the biowarfare
applications of cytochrome inhibiting ethnospecific GM bacteriophage orbital delivery systems,
you've probably had it right up to here with these loonytoon nine-eleven'ers yapping about "inside
job" and "Oh, my! Criminals in the White House!"
Like whoopy-do. Big news.
One of the worst is Dave R. Griffith, self-appointed "guru" of the 9/11 nutjobs. Master of
Ceremonies to the three ring circus of freakish fringe propeller-heads. Snake oil huckster passing
through the drying hick town of gullible conspiracist simpletons. Carnival barker for the unlettered
and impressionably unhinged 911 subverts.
Retired Professor with Merit in Philosophy and Religion at the ClareMart Community College of
Theology. Author of several books, including
Jesus and Stuff,
Process: What the...?and its award-losing sequel
Process: I still don't get it. When he found that espousing "Truth" would be to his advantage, he published
Commission Report:
Exhortations and Distractions and
The New My Old Book, Revisited. Each effort failed to
attract even a modest group of semi-interested followers. Just enough to stay on the radar of the
wigged out delusional subculture. Though of limited intellectual importance, his writings have
apparently been mildly influential in the propagation of 911 folklore. He has been cited as a noteworthy
reference in the specious diatribes of the schizophrenic nine-one-one mythologists. On occasion,
he is quoted as a presumed "authority" in the misinformed posts of the wacky Net Blog muckrakers,
few but vocal as they are, alongside the proponents of Holocaust denying and the perturbed clairvoyants
warning us about the Face Shifting Lizardians and the Worldwide Hidden Danger Octopus.
His latest endeavor is
2012, WTC7 and the Lost City of Atlantis- Why the Official Government
Story Cannot be Correct.
Published by Lovey Dovey Press just this month, it attempts to blather us with the same old tired
inaccuracies, fallacious accusations, grammatical, punctuation and usage errors, hearsay,
innuendo, unsubstantiated rumors, whiny cry-baby claptrap, annoying misrepresentations, meaningless
gibberish, inexplicable misconstructions, sophomoric pontifications, vapid histrionics, vacuous inanities
and incomprehensible twaddle.
On the negative side, it should be noted that this book, along with the rest, demonstrates
that Dave is just a big fat liar.
It should be of no surprise, given his lack of formal training in structural engineering, or in any
hard science for that matter, that he continues to be a big fat fatty fatso big fat liar.
Which begs the question- Why would a propagandist who purports to be religious (and even a cursory
examination of the pertinent record reveals that most theologians are) allow himself to become
involved with a pack of bold-faced falsehoods?
This may be due to one or more of these several uniquely identifiable reasons:
Self-aggrandizement.
Monetary gain.
Hypnosis by dope-addled aging Hippies.
The special need for "Conspiracy Theories" to explain our problematic world and give comfort.
Sagittarius is coincidental along Virgo, so there's an aura of irrationality and confused
bewilderment suppressing the capacity to process rational thought and systematic reason. Thus the
inability to recognize when the overwhelming weight of evidence is incontrovertible.
Perhaps a ne'er-do-well acquaintance has a gambling problem, and a scenario like this occurred-
Dave: What's a matter, man? You look all down and stuff.
Friend: Oh, man, I'm in some deep trouble. I owe a bunch of gambling money,
The Mob's going to mess me up, man.
Dave: Hey, don't sweat it, my friend. I got your back. I've got this new gig going on...
Friend: You do? What do you mean?
Dave: Oh, hell yeah, It's one crazy Moe Foe money-making scheme. It's called "Truth Movement".
Friend: Do, huh?
Dave: You heard that! I call it "Movement" so it won't look so much like it's just me.
I'm writing books and stuff.
Friend: Oh, lord.
Dave: Oh, man! It totally spanks the Theology Racket. Hand over glove. No comparison.
Friend: Aw, thanks, man.
Dave: Ain't no thing.
(a forward fist bump, then a mutually coordinated sequence of three rapidfire handsmacks,
each through a disparate trajectory, culminating in a firm thumbsup handclasp representing comradeship,
while each free hand taps the center chest and flings out the W-shaped Seminary Gang sign)
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I cannot state with absolute certainty that this exchange took place in "real life", however good
common sense (you remember what that is?) would dictate that there is a certain probability, however
mute or disputable, that it did. And so the profundity of the valuable lesson learned therein is
indirectly proportional to this absolutely determined quantity.
If you would care to peruse, and attempt to comprehend, my Wipepaper, which thoroughly dismisses
the outrageous and illegitimate claims of the deranged false flaggers, it's posted in the forum of the
Jim Dandi Edumacational Foundation, a nonprofit organization dedicated to the promulgation of
pseudoscientific obfuscation.
In the forum, we circle like sharks around the woo-bearers and rip them to shreds with our
intelligent skepticism and debating techniques, to the point of nigh-masturbatory ingroup
congratulations.
Woo is a class of silly beliefs and notions such as religion, flying saucers, bigfoot, political
assassinations, secret agendas, etc, etc.
My Wipepaper deals predominantly with the twin towers. Here, I render flaccid Dave's bungling and
inconsequential arguments concerning WTC7.
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The natural laws of oppositional symmetry are at the very core of the gravitational collapse of WTC7.
As the side harnesses and crescent-pegs of floors 8 and 9 dissolved in the intense heat of the
massive damage and extreme fires raging throughout the whitish-red-hot furnace of an inferno fed by the
magnesium-carboxide carpets and thallium-vinyl-butane storage tanks milling around loose nearby,
as the temperatures reached 39 thousand degrees Kelvinheit, at the center of each floor there emerged
a flatly elongated hyperbolic paraboloid of what we professional scientists characterize with
Quadruple Integral Equations describing Suck Power Envelopes,
These envelopes instantaneously coalesced along the Z
T-axis in a violent downwardly propelled
Superheated Thermal Sump Force, wrenching the K-beam support studs from the poorly constructed
load-bearing Bangor plates which weakly interconnect the flimsy outer glass and plastic perimeter wall brackets
at each floor, with the cumulative destructive force of approximately 0.76 Hiroshima Bomb.
At this energy level, roughly 16 * 10^34 GigaHertz-BTU of TNT (not that there were explosives involved),
the baling wire and paper-mache Intermediate Reinforcement Pillars evaporated in an Aluminoferric
exocaloric cannonade of unstoppable conflagration given by this Molecular balance:
Al3Fe2TnSi6Mg33Th99 <---> Smoke + Al1Tn + Fe1 + Heat + Si2Co5 + Squibs + Noise
If you are capable of recalling through a foggy haze of ignorance your Newtonian Precepts,
you should eventually realize that the role of reactive opposing inertia is played by none other than a
pressurized bundle of upward Implosive-Dispersive Static Pyrotechnic Stressors scorching up through the
subbasement. The vector composite of these two forces results in both the gravitational collapse
sequence at very close to (and nearby) freefall acceleration, and the fearsome, though understandable,
incendiary pulverization experienced on that fateful day.
This is entirely consistent with physical principles. It doesn't take a tinfoil hat and a vividly
paranoid imagination to comprehend these simple facts of evidence. These empirical truths which are
fully documented and notationally sourced. Although, if I wished to construct a tinfoil hat, I could
easily do so with little, if any, assistance from lesser minds.
If I can co-design (I did most of the work) the Alpha Particle Dermal Aggravation
"Demonstration-Buster" Shoulder Mounted Shotgun Pistol (APDASMSP) for the OmniNational Peacekeeping
Monetary Fund Trilateral Council for Foreign Exchange Commission Secret Police, I can sure as blazes
make a tinfoil hat, given, obviously, an adequate supply of appropriate tinfoil. Say, 42.9 square
centimeters of 10 gauge standard "hobbyist" or better yet, "laboratory" grade alloy. Supplemented by
an additional 9% material to account for the requisite folds and creases, and access to either a
12vdc soldering iron, or a 110vac tabletop arc brazier.
You should first scrub your hands thoroughly with mild germicidal lotion soap in warm water, then
dry vigorously with 7 and then 8 lint-free disposable handy-towels. That's just plain good hygiene
in any event. Your handy-towel disposal bin should be properly maintained. With each hour of use,
you should of course check off on the maintenance grid posted above. As waste approaches the
unsightly three-quarter level, initial in red permanent marker your liner replacement procedure
acknowledgment point, and then follow through immediately, don't procrastinate. Insufficient
procedure documentation is the most common error in disposal bin failures, leading to the
spontaneous generation of disease-spreading filth and vermin.
You'll need either a rubberized dead-drop mallet, or a large brass ballpeen hammer, so you don't
mar the foil's planar surfaces or unduly scuff the pleasing crimps that you've made as a borderline
along the edges. Just take your time; no hurry. Don't forget. You can always take tinfoil away, but
you can't always put tinfoil back. Take a couple practice passes and breathe normally before you
make an extensive bend or important flexion. Don't hunch over, keep your back straight. And keep
your workplace uncluttered and wiped free of debris. Clean workplace, clean results.
Ockham's Shaver:
Conspiracies are complicated.
Therefore, it's probably not a conspiracy.
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Smart Stupid
The Suck Power Nuclear Friction The Boom-Fall-Down Ridiculous
Equilibrium Model Controlled Demolition "Theory"
Modeling is an important, even critical tool of modern science. If you would for a moment,
try to climb high upon a metaphorically tall ladder and peer across your vast chasm of incompetence
at this solid logical explication of the Smart Model. I'm going to go through this material perhaps
too quickly for some, but it's important that we cover the major concepts, as difficult as they
may seem by some to be.
Ever since that first monkey person ages ago took a charred stick and scratched out an explanation
in the dirt to his colleague, another monkey person, about how they should put the box on top the chair
to get at the banana, or how they should work as a team the next day in killing a larger more powerful
food animal, whence emerging the alphabet and its associated literature, and then later we have completely
mapped out the very structure of modern DNA.
Ever since that bald skirted workman tamped down that last brick on the Huge Great Pyramid, then
stepped back to admire his finished project, dusting off his hands with a satisfied smirk
"Well, I guess that takes care of THAT!" and then later we have transistor radios which sing to us
as if by magic the so-called "top ten" popular short musical compositions of the day.
Ever since the primitive witch-doctors and voodoo charlatans of eras gone by, spritzing potions
and poofing powders all about. Chanting and dancing as if that would do any good, until today
the very secrets of the atomic nebulae are ours for the taking.
And what do these historical accounts have in common? Science. And Models. The Science of Models.
We start with a working hypothesis. One that seems to sketch out the problem reasonably well and
that may be quantifiable in a symbolico-reductionistic mathematical sense. The model is only as good
as the starting assumptions are valid. These are, as the French would say, "The Givens", except they
say it in French. These may also be known as axioms, though the two concepts have subtle
distinctions, the nuances of which are beyond the scope of this review. Rest assured that if I
wanted to I could well elaborate ad infinitum, discovering novel insights even as I spoke, but our
time is limited here. Examples of valid axioms are
Fire is hot and
It was not a controlled
demolition, and so forth.
Models have parameters. Models without parameters are not models. Accordingly, models without
parameters are also known as nonparametric models. These models are no good to us for our purposes
since they are essentially not models at all but just seem to be, nominally. It is their lack of
existence that renders them ineffective in this regard. So we shan't be using them.
The parameter-free ones, I mean. Since they don't exist.
By "tweaking' the parameters of our model, either one at a time, or in a randomized finger-frenzy
of haphazard button pushing, mouse clicking, knob twirling and toggle flipping (many advanced
researchers will utter a gratifyingly cathartic "Yee-Haw!" when multiparameter tweaking) we
voluptuously juxtapose the model to our data until it fits in a sublime concordance of delicious
agreement. The set of yearning R
[n]THEOR. pressing its central turgid average mass
against the willingly hungry set of D
[n]EXPER. in a lustful, heaving proximity analysis
of forbidden desire, as a teasing hint of honeysuckle commingles with the urgent musky sweat of
computation in the glorious night air.
We can then compare our model with other inferior models and see that they don't fit the
original data quite as well. If our enemies have a seemingly better model, we angrily reject
both it and them and return iteratively to our own model and improve it by modifying our starting
assumptions and/or adding new parameters. This is how
science works.
It's even better when your enemies don't offer a model of their own; the superstitious
nonrigorous approach. Then we win by default, and the burden of proof is in their court.
Yours truly,
Prof. Dr. Col. Raymond F.U. McKee, PhD, MBA
Box 13
L.B.Johnson USS Liberty Center
Wallace Assn's Office
Bureau of Corporate Armaments Planning
Quagmire Laboratories, Ltd.
N-1122 "Magic Bullet" Scrambler Fighter Development Team 63
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