It begins in a garbage heap and ends in Guantanamo, and it’s not what you think.
Several weeks ago, my horrible horrible freeloading couch-surfers moved out. They finally threw away all their garbage–at once. It wouldn’t all fit in a can, so it just kind of lay in a field of garbage bags in front of our porch. As one might expect, they were torn apart by animals a few days after I could no longer hold them accountable, and a few days before garbage day. I did some damage control, but hell if I was cleaning that whole thing up.
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So the mess just kind of stayed. And earlier this week, we got a garbage citation from the city. Fun fun fun.
I bet you can’t see where this is going. Neither could I. It took nervestaple’s keen eye to put it all together.
Yesterday and today, he and I have been working on a commemorative video, the source material for which we had to find on 9/11 Truth sites. The relevance of this, and necessity of this, will soon become apparent. But after getting too tired to complete the video last night, he instead brought out his breadboards and circuits to practice for the electrical engineering class he’s teaching this summer.
Then suddenly, he stopped, stunned.
“Wait,” he said. “The NSA’s view of what happened today….
“We were added to a terrorist watch list for going to the 9/11 Truth websites. They send a squad by, see the garbage pile, the unkept porch, and the stolen ‘Slow Danger’ sign: probable cause. They bust in, and see all this ‘bomb-making equipment’” — he gestured at the circuitry — “and kill us both.”
