A great deal of what I'm about to share with you folks, I've kept to myself all these years as a matter of survival. And after you read what I have to say, you'll understand why. After experiencing first-hand the horrors of that fiasco, I knew that the best thing for me to do was shut up about it and fade into the woodwork. And I'm not alone. I can guarantee you that there are at least a dozen other people just like me, who made the exact-same decision, and haven't breathed a word about it since then. Good thing too, because time proved us out to be very wise in doing so. That's because of the twenty-three known eye witnesses to the blast, not one of them is alive today. Are you listening? Not one! And why is that, you ask. Because our benevolent government had them all killed, that's why! All of them!

Some died right after the blast, of everyday things like car accidents and household mishaps, while others met their end from heart attacks, strokes, malpractice during surgery, muggings, home break-ins, drowning and a house fire. The really odd part about all of these deaths however, is that all twenty-three of these people died within 12 months of the bombing! Now I ask you; what are the odds? How can that many people, all of whom just happened to witness the OKC bombing all suddenly die? Well obviously they can't. At least not without help. I have no doubts in my mind whatsoever that every one of those poor innocent people were murdered by our government, using one of their black-ops teams. They were killed because they saw something inside that building they weren't supposed to see. Something that didn't jibe with the cock and bull story the media had been pumping out to the public ever since the story first broke. And I know what it was they saw, because I saw it too. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me back up to the day of the bombing. Before I tell my side of the story, I'm going to tell you about a guy named Terry Ache. Ache was an Oklahoma city police officer with over 12 years on the force...

Terry was a shining example of what a black man can be if he sets his mind to it. He was one of those rare blacks with integrity. And it cost him his life in a very gruesome manner. Sgt. Ache just happened to be on patrol near the Murrah building when the bomb went off. Looking in his rearview mirror, he gazed in shock and horror at the huge explosion that was shredding the Murrah building like it was made of confetti. Slamming on his brakes, he backed up as close as he dared to get to the stricken building, then ran the rest of the way. He climbed over jagged mountains of busted glass, debris and twisted steel to try and get to the victims inside. Car alarms were going off all around him for blocks in every direction, and he could hear the screams of women and children, some inside and others standing around outside in shock, gazing numbly at the scene but unable to do anything. They were frozen in fear and shock. Fire trucks and police arrived quickly, and he handed off survivor after survivor to various rescue workers as he slowly made his way deeper and deeper into the stricken building. At one point he found a middle-aged woman who was pinned under some wreckage and freed her. She looked at him then pointed to the center of the building and said,"It's just like Beruit." Terry looked at her quizzically. "Miss?" "Beruit! It's just like the Beruit bombing. I was there. I was a diplomatic aide at the time, and I was there when the blast hit..."

"A bomb had been planted in the basement of that building, and when it went off, it was as if some gigantic missile had been launched in the basement, and punched its way through the center of the building, all the way to the roof." She pointed at the gutted center of the Murrah building. "It was the same. It was identical. It looked like a missile had launched from the basement!" Terry got up and crawled closer to the epicenter of the wreckage. Sure enough, there was a monstrous, gaping hole in the center of the building, and looking over the edge he could see all the way down to the basement. "They're lying!" he hissed to himself. He'd been listening to the newscasts on the radio every time he went to his car for a rest break, and every single channel was saying that the blast had been caused from an outside source..a truck bomb parked in front of the building. Terry manage to get the injured woman to safety, then he sat in his squad car and shook like a leaf. He was scared, shocked, and deeply disillusioned with the government he had trusted all his life. Tears began to form in his eyes, clouding his vision. Needing comfort, he called his fiance'. By the time he got her on the phone he was crying, though he didn't know why..yet. I hadn't sunk in yet that his entire foundation had been shattered. "They're lying babe!" he started, "They're lying about everything!" Of course his fiance' didn't understand what he meant by that, but she could tell that something had upset her man terribly, and this upset her as well...

Forcing himself to calm down enough to speak, he finally explained to her what had happened and what he had discovered. He worked on through the night with other emergency and law enforcement personnel, looking for victims and in the end..bodies until they could search no more. Then he went home to his fiance' and slept for a day and a night like the dead. When he awoke he had a purpose. During the rescue attempt, the entire operation had been put on hold because according to the talking heads on the news, the fire marshal had declared the building far too unstable to allow rescue personnel to enter it until shoring had been added. Many of the rescue workers protested vigorously because there were still a great many suffering and dying people inside that couldn't wait for rescue or they'd die before they could get them out. But their pleas fell on deaf ears, and the building was declared off limits. But being the stubborn man that he was, Terry had disobeyed orders and had entered the building anyway, bringing out three more people that would have otherwise died if he hadn't acted when he did. But during this process, he saw something that not only made his blood boil, but changed the way he viewed our government forever. As he passed near the remains of the FBI office, he saw dozens of agents hastily gathering up classified files and placing them in lock boxes for transport out of there. This was the real reason rescue operations had been halted. Not because of any unsafe structures, but because the government wanted to be able to remove any proof of their involvement in the blast! They couldn't have cared less if their evil little scam cost lives (which it did). After all, they had just got through killing hundreds of innocent Americans.. children included to further their evil agenda!

I know; Now you want to know what that agenda was. Well, I'm about to tell you. And when I'm done, you'll be fit to do some killing on your own. You see, at the time of the bombing, the Jews and their dupes had been having a devil of a time getting their evil new Patriot Act passed. The American people knew exactly what it was and they didn't want it. And they had been pressuring their senators not to pass it..or else. Consequently the bill kept dying on the floor before it was even brought up for a vote. This was frustrating and enraging the Jews, who wanted that Act in the worst way because it is the crack in the door to a whole host of outrages that we're now seeing come into being right now. They desperately need an emergency..something that would make the Patriot Act look like a necessity. And a bombing fit the bill nicely. They could blame it on some homegrown terrorists and scare the beejeebers out of millions of fat, soft yuppies, who would then be clamoring to surrender their precious freedoms for a little more security. And it worked like a charm. The bill passed almost unanimously within a month of the bombing! The American people had been played like a flute. Chumps, suckers, rubes. And all eyes were on McVeigh. Timothy was a mental case that had been brainwashed by the government then turned loose. He played his part to the hilt, sacrificing his life for the country he loved, thinking he was doing something heroic and patriotic instead of being set up as the scapegoat for one of the most sinister government mass murders since Dresden. He never knew what hit him...

JOOM