M.P.G
San Francisco, CA.
Mr. Reficul conversation Number One
10TH MAILING 10-17-2004
Well nothing received and
nothing sent except this mailing #9. If of course you've received
anything else it wasn't from me.
This is the last full
transmission, I promise. However considering the inflammatory
nature of 'my conversation' I've decided to include the rest of the
document.
By the way for those who
are interested here's a small sampling of various web sites among
dozens I've visited. I'll have a lot more as links when I set up
my own web site. Enjoy.
http://www.democracyunbound.com/lookingglass.html
http://www.globalresearch.ca/articles/CHI202A.html
http://www.flonnet.com/fl2005/stories/20030314006302400.htm
http://www.truthout.com/docs_02/06.21A.pitt.watchtower.htm
http://www.thedubyareport.com/bushbin.html
http://socrates.berkeley.edu/~pdscott/q.html
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/events/newsnight/1645527.stm
http://www.flonnet.com/fl2005/stories/20030314006302400.htm
http://www.worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=33642
http://politics.guardian.co.uk/iraq/comment/0,12956,1036687,00.html
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Think about it,
The U.S. created Al Qeada
through it's proxies.
The U.S created the
Mujahadeen which led directly to the creation of the Taliban.
The U.S "played" the
Mujahadeen against the Soviets leading to the deaths of hundreds of
thousands.
The U.S supported Osama bin
Laden directly and through it's proxies
The U.S 'somehow'
'fortuitously' allowed our 'friend' turned 'enemy' Osama to attack the
U.S. killing thousands.
The U.S supported Saddam
and he became our's, leading to untold repression and the deaths of
tens of thousands.
The U.S sold him weapons of
mass destruction.
The U.S 'played' Iraq
against Iran and encouraged Saddam to use the weapons we gave him to
kill millions.
The U.S supported and
created the Shah of Iran leading to untold repression and the deaths of
thousands.
The U.S traded weapons with
Iran so we could support the Contras killing thousands in the process.
The U.S 'played' Iraq
against Quwait which killed hundreds of thousands.
The U.S weakened Iraq with
the first Gulf war which killed hundreds of thousands more
The U.S. weakened Iraq
further when it encouraged the Shiites and Kurds to rebel against
Saddam, then stood by while they were ruthlessly slaughtered. [gg]
The U.S weakened Iraq even
further with the sanctions which killed additional hundreds of
thousands more.
After our 'friend' turned
'enemy' Afghanistan was weakened sufficiently we invaded it and
conquered it.
After our 'friend' turned
'enemy' Iraq was weakened sufficiently we invaded it and we will
conquer it.
After our 'friend' turned
'enemy' Iran has been weakened sufficiently we will invade it and we
will conquer it.
Killing hundreds of
thousands, possibly millions more.
This is what we did, and
will do, to only THREE of all the countries out there in the world.
Isn't the United States a
great country to do 'business' with?
Isn't the United States a
great country to be 'friends' with?
There is a fable of a
mythical creature, it goes by several names, many of which you
shouldn't say aloud. If you make a deal with this creature it'll
grant you your wish. This creature thrives on death and
destruction, it grows more powerful as those it tempts with it's offers
meet their downfall. This creature is well known to be the
"master of lies". It convinces it's victims that it's doing them
a favor, that somehow if the victim doesn't succumb to it's charms
there's "something wrong" with the victim. It is the master
trickster "playing" with people and nations as if they were toys.
If you want gold or weapons
or a chance to achieve power it'll give you what you want....... Always
for a price of course..... Always for a price. But if you are tempted
by this creature's offer and you take what it gives you will be utterly
destroyed and consumed, you will have been 'played' and so will all of
your people, your tribe, and your nation.
A CONVERSATION WITH THE
CREATURE:
I met Mr
Nellaf Legna Reficul at his home located in the outskirts of Phoenix
Arizona Mr. Reficul's home was a huge modern cement and glass structure
inset into the top of a massive red rock formation with an almost 360
degree view overlooking Phoenix's central valley and the distant
mountains hundreds of miles away.
Unlike
Mrs. Middle America I didn't know much about Mr. Reficul, nor was I
able to dig up much about his past life except that in all my contacts
regarding him people said he was the most influential man in America.
Despite
Mrs. America's dire warnings I was determined to conduct more
interviews regarding what has happened to the United States in the last
few years. I had heard many terrible things about Mr. Reficul but when
he came to the door he was an effervescent, charming and extremely
likeable gentleman. His appearance was quite impeccable, a tall
silver haired, quite distinguished looking man who dressed as if he'd
just stepped out of the boardroom of a major corporation.
He immediately put
me at my ease and invited me to enter his enormous living room.
It was huge, bigger then most houses, with an acre of plate glass
windows standing approximately twenty feet high. The windows swept
around the room and looked out over the magnificent panorama of the
Arizona desert. The walls were faced with textured rough gray
granite and the floors were inlaid jet black polished marble slabs with
dark ruby red veins of some mineral running through them. High
overhead was the gray cement ceiling of the structure.
Scattered across the expanse of floor were numerous comfortable looking
sofas and chairs arranged in modular sections and invariably made of
black leather. I sat down on one of the couches with a view of the
distant mountains while Mr. Reficul took a chair next to me.
Reaching
for a bowl sitting on the coffee table in front of us, which for some
reason I hadn't noticed before, he said in a deep honeyed melifluious
voice "would you like some black grapes to refresh yourself?" anxious
to start I declined his offer. "How about some wine?" he rejoined
reaching for two huge crystal goblets of blood red wine sitting in
plain view on the table, and which again I hadn't noticed before.
"Oh, no thanks." I said as I rubbed my eyes tiredly thinking I should
have gotten more sleep. After taking a satisfying sip from his goblet,
he said, "To bad, it's a great vintage."
Opening my
notebook I inquired as I had with Mrs. Middle America, "it's been quite
an eventful three years hasn't it Mr. Reficul?" "It certainly
has," he stated with obvious satisfaction.
"The reason I
decided to interview you Mr. Reficul", I began "is because I've
received conflicting information regarding the events leading up to
9/11 and it's aftermath. I've been told that you are one of the most
influential men in the United States, that your influence is growing
every day, and that your opinions have been excepted by more and more
of this countries citizens over the last couple of decades. Because of
this I felt you might be able to shed some light on what has happened
recently in this country." "Why thank you for your compliments, It'll
be my pleasure to help clarify things for you." He replied sincerely.
"To
start with how and why do you think 9/11 happened and why do you think
we invaded Iraq?" I queried. "Money, oil and power" was his short
clipped response. Startled by his curt answer I said "But when I
interviewed Mrs. America" I replied, "she said it was because of the
terrible events of 9/11, she said "they" did it, that 'we had to get
all of them' She said she 'trusted' the president to 'do the right
thing and attack all of them', an endless laundry list of countries
which in some cases appear to have less of a connection with the
terrorists than the men in the president's own cabinet. The president
keeps giving all sorts of different reasons for what the U.S. is doing.
They change each and every day he said: 'they hate us' that 'it's their
religion' but the people who fund 'them' Al Qedea happen to be our
'friends' the Saudis. Whereas our former 'friends' the Iraqis
whom the presidents buddies sold WMD to are now our 'enemies'.
The president said the Iraqis had WMD, were connected with Al Qadea and
9/11 but they weren't. Finally to top it all off, it looks like we're
going to invade our former 'friend' turned 'enemy' turned 'friend' now
finally our 'enemy' again Iran. I'm terribly confused, what in
the heck is going on?"
Mr. Reficul
looked at me like I was a driveling idiot, which I could tell was
almost painful for him since he was such a polished and polite
host. "Look I like you kid," he said as he leaned forward to get
my attention, "but you have to know it's all about making money don't
you? Didn't you ask about the money in your previous interviews?' "Yeah
I did." I replied, "I asked Mrs. America and she told me not to ask, in
fact she warned me not to, but I can't believe it's the only reason for
why these terrible events have occurred. I don’t think it’s
possible, someone would have reported it in the press. Someone would
have tracked down where the money came from. Surely the liberal media
like the New York Times, Washington Post, PBS or NPR would have said
something?"
Mr. Reficul sighed,
looked at me charitably as if I were a lost cause and stated, "when the
Supreme Court said money was equal to free speech, when Rumsfield
stated the main difference between a terrorist who could be tortured or
mutilated and a soldier who had to be treated with respect was the fact
the soldier got paid, when the families of the 9/11 victims were
immediately offered huge sums of money right after 9/11, based on the
'projected net worth of the victim' not to sue, and hopefully not to
investigate the causes of 9/11..... to essentially look the other
way..... Where were you, weren't you listening? Weren't you
paying attention? Money is absolutely everything in this society."
"But that's not the way
it's supposed to work here." I replied with a look of doubt. "Of
course it's the way it works here." Said Mr. Reficul "I can tell you
with utter assurance it's the way it's worked every where in every
country throughout history, you don't actually believe that religion,
or philosophy, or ideology or morality or politics or for hell's sake
people's feelings have anything to do with how this country is run do
you? Don't tell me you actually think your vote counts, do you?"
"Well I did until recently." I said hesitantly. "Good there's a
possibility you're beginning to finally learn something." Said Mr.
Reficul with satisfaction.
Getting a little angry I
retorted "and you're happy with this, you like this tidy little
arrangement, you don't think the liberal press is going to do something
about this?" "As a matter of fact I'm quite delighted with the
way things are currently arranged," he said as he chuckled. He paused
and looked at me quizzically, "you still don't get it do you," he said
with a red gleam in his eye, "you think there is any difference between
the 'liberal' press and the 'conservative' press. You think in
regards to making money off the dead and dying out there in the world
there would be any change if you selected Kerry or Bush. You
think anyone in this country would take on both the oil and the defense
industries at the same time. Industries which comprises nearly a
quarter of our economy. If you think so you are sadly mistaken."
Shaken I looked at Mr.
Reficul and said, "you know some people call you the master of lies,
why should I believe anything you say." He gazed at me with a frank and
calculating expression and said calmly "because you know that what I
say is true, you yourself know of the great gaping hole in the coverage
of 9/11. Many people have already pointed out how the 'investigators'
he said this with a sneer, 'have refused to follow the money. You
yourself have read the articles written by those obnoxious little busy
bodies detailing my wonderful plans to conquer the rich oilfields of
the middle east, none of which I might add has been reported by the
mainstream U.S. press, either the 'liberal'," he said this with another
sneer, "or the 'conservative' press.
You yourself have pointed
out there were seven investigations into the events leading up to Pearl
Harbor but only one so far of 9/11, and that one occurred only at the
insistence of those few families of the 9/11 victims, that to my great
irritation, could not be bought off. Luckily for me the entire
membership of the 9/11 commission happens to consist of friends of mine
who own shares in the very companies constructing the Caspian oil
pipeline in Afghanistan and holding lucrative contracts in Iraq. They
of course produced a report that looked at everything but the money.
And people out there call me the 'master of lies'." He said the last
with a look of disgust. "I'm just a small businessman trying to make
some deals."
Completely shaken I reply
"But Mr. & Mrs. Middle America will find out......." He interrupted
harshly and stated "and if they did, so what.... If Bush got up
today and tearfully stated "9/11 had to be arranged to give Americans a
chance to sacrifice their lives for the greater economic good of this
country", you don't think most Americans would stand up and applaud
him. They would you know, many of them already know what's
happened and not only do they not care, many of them approve. Why do
you think there hasn't been any serious investigations to date about
the events leading up to 9/11?" he asked.
"Sure 9/11 was a slightly
larger event then we planned initially" he continued softly, looking
thoughtful "but as you've pointed out you can't make an empire with out
breaking a few lives now can we? Think of the numbers; 3,500
heroes for 30 trillion dollars in potential oil reserves and an empire
stretching to the Caspian Sea. It's the best caus'beli this country has
had since 'Remember the Main'. The cost was peanuts. It's a brilliant
move.
Consider the opportunities,
an unknown faceless enemy that can, in most cases, do just a small
amount of damage but generate large amounts of fear. One that in the
future I'll finance better so the money will be harder to trace. Such
agent provocateurs will provide an endless need for political
repression and more importantly total secrecy. And the groups you
create can be tailored to any caus'celib or job that needs to be done.
The size of 9/11 has worked in our favor and it's all turned out for
the best in the end." He said the last with an extremely satisfied look.
"So what will happen with
Iraq?" I ask with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. "It will be
consumed of course" he stated matter of factly, "probably destroyed, if
they continue to develop a national resistance movement we'll just have
to kill the lot of them, level their cities establish more Abu Gariabs.
Did you like that by the way?" He asked as he paused to look at me
slyly. "That was my own personal touch, to use Saddam's former torture
center as a not to subtle way of intimidating the locals. Yes we'll
have to kill many more of them," he said resuming brusquely. "If
however they remain tribal and we can continue to divide and conquer
them we'll have a chance to be less destructive. Either way I'll make
enormous amounts of money in defense contracts and my companies will
suck the Iraqis dry of their oil."
"What about U.S.
casualties." I inquired forebodingly. "There'll be lots of them"
he stated flatly with a complete lack of concern "however by the time
I'm done using the five conglomerates who now control 90% of the U.S.'s
media market your Mr. and Mrs. America will gladly sacrifice their sons
and daughters for my cause so they can continue to live the life style
they've become so accustomed too, and of course, so I can continue to
live mine"
"What about the other Arab
and Moslem countries?" "What about them" he said as he looked at
me coldly, so coldly a chill went right up my spine and I got goose
bumps. "A people that run around in turbans spouting religious
slogans thinking their "God" can protect them. A bunch of tribal
societies, you think they would have learned something from what we did
to the American Indians. No they're easy to deal with. I must
tell you this whole situation has given me enormous satisfaction.
You have no idea what it's like to 'play' simple tribal societies
against one another as I've done, to destroy them from within and
without. They're easy, and you know what the best part is, after you do
them, and conquer them, you can convince some of them to be grateful to
you. It's extremely gratifying."
"So where do we go from
here?" I asked completely subdued. "We make more money," he
replied "our true friends the Saudis will continue to supply funds and
resources to my agent provocateurs be they Al Queada or some new
incarnation. They'll provoke more incidents to keep the pot
bubbling. Iran will be next, maybe the states in the Caspian
basin, maybe Nigeria, perhaps Venezuela. I'll have to come up
with new groups for those countries. What do you think." He said as he
looked at me inquiringly. "Commies for Venezuela, but what should I
call the group for Nigeria?" "I don't really know." Was all I could
mumble. "It doesn't matter" he said looking off into the distance
over the Arizona desert, "like Bush is so fond of saying whichever
leader it happens to be at the time, we'll just say 'he was a bad guy'
and we'll go destroy him and replace him with somebody more amenable to
our goals."
"Even if we created him
like we did with Saddam?" I interjected. He looked at me with a
slightly surprised look "especially if we created him. They're the
easiest to get too, once they start doing business with you, you get to
control them and manipulate them. It's the one's that can't be
bought or won't do business with you that present the most problems. "
"And the elections in this
country?" I ask. "Whoever's selected will toe the line," he said
quietly. "I just wish I had picked someone better then Bush. Him
and his idiot friends have made a mess of things. They've made
everything so obvious to the rest of the world that I had to spend
extraordinary amounts of my own money stroking the press, buying people
off, not to mention what I had to offer the other countries in the rest
of the world to keep quite. I thought Chaney would handle things
better than this. I'm really very disappointed with him."
"How much more destruction
will this cause, how many more deaths?" I inquired completely worn out
and depressed. "It depends, if I get what I want not to much," he said
looking directly at me with a strange calmness. "Maybe a million dead
maybe less. You must understand although I enjoy playing with people
and nations, which some weaklings disapprove of, what I do will make
this a better world for everyone. It's their resistance to my
wishes that inevitably leads to their destruction. It's their
partial cooperation that I can't abide. If they would only give me what
is rightfully mine when I ask for it, none of these unpleasant things
would have to happen. It's their fault you see, they bring it
upon themselves, they deserve what's going to be done to them."
"I see," I said tiredly,
with a sense of utter dismay at what I've heard "speaking of giving in
I believe I've got enough material to go on. I really appreciate your
agreeing to meet with me to express your views, but it's getting late
and I've got to go.
"Certainly" he said looking
a little disappointed as he got up to accompany me to the door. "You
really must understand all I want is a little sympathy for my position
and a little more respect" "Oh I understand" I said quickly "and I'm
very sympathetic and respectful. It must be quite hard for you to
manage this country's affairs with some of the resistance you've been
getting lately. I'll be sure Mr. Reficul to let the entire world know
of your views.”
"Thank you" he said
sincerely, "that's all I could ask of you."
As he opened the door to
his front patio, which looked out over the vast desert, a blast of
super heated air entered his foyer. As he reached for my hand to
give me a handshake I avoided it as gracefully as I could and waved
goodbye to him. As I turned to go, I heard the massive bronze doors of
his home thud shut behind me.
Standing there, stunned by
the awful truth I gazed out over the hundreds of miles of stark bleak
emptiness south of his home, now colored blood red by the setting sun.
As I stood in the aching silence with no sound but the sighing of the
hot wind playing with my hair I came to realize in my heart that Mr.
Reficul had won. He was right, this really is the way it's always been,
and I knew as I stood there that I would never ever believe again in
the lies I had been taught as a child.
Frank Capra was dead, there
never ever was a Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, It's a Wonderful Life
never really existed. I was the deluded one, the crazy one, the
one who believed in childish fantasies, the one everyone else knew was
insane.
The ones who obeyed Mr.
Reficul who believed in Mr. Reficul, who did what he told them to do,
they were the sane ones, the smart ones, the 'players'.
MPG