9/11 Fairy Tales - Installment I: "NYPD Craig"

Introduction

As I was reading through some of my old posts at breakfornews.com, I stumbled across a list of eyewitness links offered up by my old pal, Stallion4. One of these links directed me to a blog on 911blogger, which was basically a cut and paste job of a MySpace page.

After reading this guy’s story, I felt obligated to get this page removed from the web – especially after reading all of the sappy reaction comments by people who obviously lack the attention to detail required to see this man’s story for what it is: pure fiction.

Analysis

This isn’t a difficult lie to expose. In fact, all I have to do is post a link to the story and even the average 9/11 researcher will catch the blatant lie.

Forget the nonsense about working a different shift, talking to his mom, etc. It’s not even about the lack of a “little old lady” under the engine on Church Street. It’s about chronology.

“I heard a deafening explosion, and remember flinching as the first plane struck the north tower of the World Trade Center. You couldn’t really see the towers from where I was standing, which were only a few blocks away. However my peripheral vision caught an orange halo up and to my left. I remember some black streak too, which crossed my vision from left to right, but I can't be sure of that memory. The next thing I remember was a sound, not unlike a serious car accident, just one block west of me on Church Street. My radio exploded just then. I said out loud, "What the fuck is going on"? With my mother still on the phone, I started running west, from Broadway to Church Street.

Having been assigned to the Transit Bureau in the NYPD, I have seen people cut in half by trains, people bleeding out from wounds, compound fractures caused by people just being in a hurry, and countless other morbid forms of human tragedy. You do not expect to see half of a smoking airplane engine on the ground, in front of the Burger King you eat at least once a week. I'm sorry, but nothing prepares you for that. Even worse, I did not expect to see the remains of what I believed was a little old woman, under half of an airplane engine, either. As I stared at the smear that was alive thirty seconds prior, I lifted the phone to my ear and remember wincing at the heat emanating off of the wreckage in front of me.”

Later on, “Craig” talks about being knocked unconscious after the “second plane impact.” Of course, I can’t bring myself to believe a single word of this story, since he expects us to believe that the engine at the corner of Church Street and Warren Street came from the “first plane.”

Conclusion

If the comments below the story on that page are from real people, this is yet another example of how willing people are to gobble up every single 9/11 lie they are offered.

The goal of this article is to have this story permanently removed from the internet. Time will tell if I am successful in this endeavor.