A banner scrolled along the bottom of
the large flat screen TV: “Breaking News: Five dead, six wounded at Keller High
School after shooting rampage.”
“False flag
operation.” Andrew Copper looked from the television screen to the man joining
him at his table for lunch, Glenn Sumner. Close cropped haircut, neck tats, tight
black pants an inch too short, Glenn would probably be picked out of a crowd as
a conspiracy fan based on nothing more than his aura. He pulled a sandwich and
bag of chips out of his bag and nodded toward the TV. “They pull this kind of
shit all the time.”
“Who’s they?”
asked Andrew, a sinewy, handsome, introverted man in his late twenties. He ate
a spoonful of chili as he waited for Glenn to stop chewing.
“The
government. Who else? Pushing through stricter gun control is on their agenda,
so they stage these mass shootings to sway public opinion. Same type of thing
with 9/11, except that was about oil.”
“But
they’re carrying out bodies and—“
“Paid
stooges are carrying out something in a body bag. Probably somebody’s dirty
laundry.”
“You’re
saying the people I’m watching here with blood on them and the sobbing parents
are all actors? Glenn, you’ve got to move out of your parent’s basement.”
Wearing a
confident smirk, Glenn picked up his iPhone, tapped it several times and then
turned the screen triumphantly toward Andrew, who leaned in.
“What am I
looking at here?” asked Andrew.
“Your
government at work. See that woman there? This was taken a year ago at the
Akron Elementary School shooting. Now, here’s the same woman at the Boston
Marathon. Oh, and what do you know? Here she is at Sandy Hook.”
“Looks
similar, but—“
“Same thing
with this guy. Here he is, a grieving parent at the Iowa State Fair shooting
and, viola, here he is dressed as a paramedic in Boston. These are only two of
dozens of photos that have been taken of the same people showing up at multiple
tragedies all across the country.”
“That’s
just a little too much for me to swallow.”
“The truth
can do that to a person. Take 9/11—"
Andrew stood up abruptly. “Almost forgot. I’ve got a conference call at 1:00 so I have to blast. Sorry.”
Andrew stood up abruptly. “Almost forgot. I’ve got a conference call at 1:00 so I have to blast. Sorry.”
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