July 2005

Let me tell you about my ride on the number 9 bus from Olympia to Hyde Park Corner yesterday.

I carry a rucksack as a matter-of-course nowadays. It is de rigeur equipment for the U.P.S.E.T. (Urban Paki, Stigmatised, Excluded & Targetted). My rucksack doesn’t have any explosives or detonators in it. It never has had, never will. Of course, that doesn’t stop loads of people from thinking that it might. These sheep, their intelligence moulded by the media, even the supposedly clever amongst them look at me nervously, accusingly and hatefully. That’s right, because of course, I did it, didn’t I? Or was it the paki next to me? Because we all look the same, right?

I got on the bus and went upstairs. I sat near the back. Nobody sits at the back of the top-deck of a double-decker bus nowadays except foreigners and the U.P.S.E.T. I removed my rucksack and sat down. A man on the seat opposite, wearing a rucksack, decorator’s clothnig and suspicion, turned to me and asked loudly: “What’s in the bag?”

Here we go I thought. I took a deep breath and bought some time for more thought. The whole bus now had his attention. We had an audience. I could feel the tension crackle up a few notches on the Sphincter-Scale.

“What’s in yours?” I answered.
“Painting tools. What’s in yours?”
“Why are you asking?” I was still buying time.
“I work as a security guard. Bags make me nervous nowadays”
“So why did you ask me, do you think I’m a terrorist?” I was cross, but firm and in control. I wondered if anyone on the bus would give a shit that I was the one being targetted because of media bulslhit, police bullshit and politican bullshit when half of them had rucksacks. Only one man half-cocked his head, but everybody else just fidgeted, waiting for the outcome. Would I scream “ALLAHU-AKBAR!!!!” and detonate, or would I just meekly get off the bus because pakis and Muslims are as welcome a sight in a public place as a circle of shit on a wedding cake.
“I didn’t say that. Bags just make me nervous. Bombs and all that.”
He was just a sheep, he didn’t seem like a bad man, so I answered vaguely “I have my work stuff”
He went through his phone, as if to call the police I thought, or perhaps the Anti-Paki-Hotline or maybe he was just calling a friend. Maybe he’d just ask the audience on the bus for a 50/50. He showed me his phone “that’s me, you see, I work as a security guard”. It looked like him in a security outfit. I wondered why he was painting and decorating was part of his “job”.
“If anything was wrong, I’d just call the police” he continued
“That’s understandable” I said, non-commitally, loudly and that was that.

I wanted to continue, but I had nothing to say. What could I say? The myth is complete. This is all a conspiracy takes. Why did no one say “why are you giving him hassle”? When three men attempted to beat and rob a friend of a friend at Kings Cross station recently and he managed to finally defend himself despite acid in the face, where was the fucking Blitz spirit then?

The people who think conspiracies or cover-ups are impossible are deluding themselves. People aren’t interested in the fucking truth. The majority just want to believe in a common story. They don’t want to be excluded. They want to be part of the pack. If the whole country believes that it was a suicide bombing, despite zero evidence, that’s right, ZERO evidence of suicide bombing, because the police have expressed doubt in it themselves, then who will stand up and say anything else? And if they did, who would believe them? When it is that simple to deceive the majority (and who cares about the apologies printed a decade later in 4 point Gothic script in a section of the paper that nobody reads) - then what is there to cover up?

Nobody takes sides. The thugs win.
The innocent fathers get kicked to death by a gang of teenage thugs. Nobody helps.
Drunken louts in every street centre. They turn the city that tax-payers pay for the protection of into no-go areas.
Drug-assisted rape in every pub. Men use mobile phones to video the rape instead of to call the police.
Is this the set of values that Tony Blair and that two-timing-Currie-porking-sweaty-lipped-cunt John Major hold so dear? Which world are they living in?
All it takes for evil to win is for good men to do nothing. You can’t actually blame the good people. They step in, to help, they get killed. That’s why people mind their own business. They have little context, and a history of set-ups and scams that involve con-tricks, and when they help, they are alone, and usually get their heads kicked in. Best just stay out of it.

So what will happen next? I am holding my breath waiting to get jumped by some brainwashed do-gooder looking out for pakis with rucksacks. I mean, fuck it, if they’re executing Brazilians in jean-jackets, what fucking chance do the rest of us have?

I wonder, if a paki, any paki, gets kicked to death on a street in this country, who will help?

The desire to cling onto the media-reported story is deeply ingrained in the psyche of people. It is a common story, a thread that runs through the country from the past to the future, that people can cling onto and believe in. The country is more about what was in the papers, and what happened on Big Brother and Pop Idol than any political event or God forbid, the truth. This is what defines the shared idea of what this country is. Not so much a case of “History” as “Whostory?”. The people will always believe in the suicide bomber theory because it is easier to do so, because it’s been in all the papers, because everyone’s seen the papers, because that’s what the editors want people to see, because it’s easier to remember the headlines than it is to find the truth. It has ever been thus.

Oh, the guy on the bus? I wanted to point out to him that 5 out of 8 of the patsies, I mean suspects, I mean CONFIRMED PAKI SUICIDE BOMBERS OF THE EVIL IDEOLOGY OF ISLAM WHICH MUST BE DESTROYED were actually black and that perhaps I had more right to ask him if he had a bomb on him, because ironically, in this arse-about-tit situation, he was black. Thanks mate.

The police claim that DNA found at the scene o the 7/7 bombings (let’s concentrate on the real deal and not be distracted by the sand-in-the-eyes of 21/7) proved the original suspects were guilty.

Weren’t the suspects “cleanskins”? No prior record? So how did they match the DNA? They wouldn’t have anything to compare it with.

Thanks to the friend who sent me this for my blog. I’m sure we’d all like to know why London Underground drivers are being threatened at gunpoint by police officers. What do they know?

Where are the other eye-witnesses? There must be dozens for 7/7. Let’s forget about 21/7, it’s just a smokescreen and no-one died and apparently only one person got hurt.

Did Bruce Lait slip through the net? Everyone seems to have been spirited away and hidden from the press. Why?

I for one will continue to look unshaven, wear a rucksack and dress casually. And everytime I get called “murderer”, “suicide bomber” or just plain “fucking paki”, I will walk on. The truth will out.

Three weeks ago today, a series of explosions on the London Underground and one on the top deck of a Number 30 bus, diverted to Tavistock Square, caused the death of over 50 people and injuries for hundreds more. The psyche of the nation has been irrevocably altered.

The press, not just the redheads, but all of the press, all of the media, have bought hook, line and sinker - every ridiculous theory put forward by the police. The media in general have reported supposition as fact, blurring the distinction between suspects and the guilty. In doing so, they have effectively labelled all Muslims, especially Pakistani Muslims, as infidels, traitors in our midst, ready to blow themselves up with a bin-Laden, bomb-laden Black’s Backpack - with nary a Yorkshire-inflected “Allahu-Akbar” to warn us before they take us all down.

Myths have been created. Even intelligent people now masquerade as suicide-bombing-psychology experts, without for a moment questioning the dangerous assumption that there is yet such a thing as suicide bombing on the mainland of Great Britain.

Many “profile pakis” I know have been subject to to racist insults since 7/7. This blows a hole in the rather patronising and glib response of many people who claim that it is “just a minority”. Thankfully, there are many enlightened “natives” (it hurts me to talk like this, for years I considered myself a native, but I know how the Jews of Nazi Germany felt now) who will speak up. I haven’t noticed anyone speak up on my behalf just yet, but I’m sure such people exist. The point is, none of this should be necessary really. And none of this helps the people who lost someone on 7/7.

The stories still don’t add up. The reports still don’t address the facts. And anybody who asks pointed and pertinent questions is conveniently dismissed as a conspiracy theorist.

1. No CCTV footage of Kings Cross has been released
2. Eye witnesses did not pick out any of the suspects of 7/7
3. Nobody heard shouts of “Allahu-Akbar” before detonation
4. Suicide bombers do not carry bombs in backpacks. They carry them on their bodies
5. A seemingly lucid eye witness reports the undercarriage of the train been bent upwards, as if the bomb was underneath the train
6. Nobody has addressed the smoking gun of Visor Consultants’ Peter “Patsy” Power talking about the simultaneous terror-crisis exercise which moved from “slow-time thinking” to “quick-time or real-time acting”. Nobody has addressed the point that this whole exercise, probably unbeknownst to Power, would have served as fantastic cover for a real operation.
7. Jean Charles de Menezes was an innocent man, executed on a tube train for maximum effect. He was not a suspect in the investigation. The Met Chief Sir Ian Blair at first said that his death was directly connected to the terrorist activities, then he sent one of the officers who executed him on holiday with his family whilst apologising to the grieving de Menezes family for a catastrophic blunder. My suspicion in light of the increasingly conflicting stories about his murder leads me to believe that the execution was no blunder. My suspicion is that it was perhaps entirely planned that way.
8. The recent “failed suicide bombings” with a “goldmine of evidence” have served as a very useful distraction ploy. In time, the authorities will use their set-up finds in this area as proof of 7/7 connection and bingo - in the tradition of the Guildford Four and the Birmingham Six, we will have our Paki 8. Even if 5 of the suspects were black, pakis are easier for racists to hate for some reason.

We must not lose sight of what’s really happening. The families of the victims of 7/7 deserve better. Muslims deserve better. Pakis deserve better. All the people of Britain deserve better. Surely, people want truth, don’t they?

The search for truth goes on.

It’s funny to hear about all these people forsaking the Underground after 7/7 to take up cycling. Err, yeah, that works - because cycling on the streets of London is really safe, right?

A Scotland Yard spokesman said: “An officer has had a break paid for by the Metropolitan Police, authorised by the commissioner, to allow him to take his wife and family away from the family home.”

BBC News, Wednesday, 27th July 2005

Shoot a dark-skinned person, who by the way, looked nothing like a paki, shoot him dead, and make sure he’s dead. Kill him for wearing the wrong jacket. Kill him in a confined space. Kill him with loads of people watching. Kill him on the tube for a heightened frisson of danger. Shoot him over and over in his skull.

Then while his grieving family begs for justice, get to go on a nice holiday with your family, paid for by the British taxpayer, many of whom are looking to lynch pakis with parkas and blacks on benefits. Just like Britain in the 70s then, only worse.

Alex Pereira spoke of when he identified the body of his innocent cousin Jean Charles de Menezes, who was ruthlessly executed on a tube train by state assassins, for the crime of wearing an unfashionable jacket. And of course, the crime of not stopping when he didn’t read the minds of the pursuing pack armed to the neck with sub-machine guns and semi-automatic pistols.

Pereira said that the most upsetting part of identifying his cousin was ‘to see bullet wounds in his back and his neck when I went to the mortuary in Greenwich.’

The Observer, Sunday July 24th 2005

Brazilian Jean Charles de Menezes, 27, was shot seven times in the head and once in the shoulder, at Stockwell Tube station, south London, on Friday.

Det Insp Elizabeth Baker revealed the details at a hearing in London.

The BBC, Monday July 25th 2005

Note the words I’ve highlighted.

“Yes there is a shoot-to-kill policy. But it’s a shoot-to-kill-to-protect policy. We only shoot-to-kill-darkies for their own good!

Remember this famous picture, the one the government, police and press used to demonise every brown-skinned person in the country before establishing guilt or innocence through due process?

It’s kept me awake at nights. I asked myself, could Muslims born in this country really have committed the first UK suicide bombing? Indiscriminate killing of civilians, descending to the level of the troops in Iraq? Could Muslims sink that low? Well the answer to the latter question is - there are bad people everywhere, and no creed makes you good. However, no creed makes you necessarily bad either, and that is my point.

So I lay awake. And I thought about Occam’s Razor. And I asked myself, could there be another reason why these guys are wearing camping rucksacks? I asked myself this daft question because suicide bombers tend to strap bombs to their chests. And of course, much has been made of heavy jackets. And one would not need heavy jackets to conceal bombs if the bombs were in one’s camping backpack.

Then I awoke with a start. At least two of the men, Mohammad Sidique Khan and Shehzad Tanweer, had apparently been white-water rafting at Wales recently. I wondered if in fact, using Occam’s Razor, these men were pictured “happily” because they were doing exactly what four men with camping rucksacks might normally do - going camping - or some other outside activity.

Certainly, the carrier bag carried by the man second from front was strange. If you’re off to kill yourself and a bunch of Londoners, what’s the carrier bag for, lunch? Xymphora put it brilliantly - dubbing it the “Sandwich for Allah”.

Then I thought, why has no other footage, especially of Kings Cross been released? There must be hours of the stuff. We are the most CCTVd city in Europe, where is all the stuff? All this was gnawing away at me because I was almost convinced that the more recent “failed suicide bombing” (funny, most of the world can be considered a failure at suicide!) “attempts” were just a sand-in-the-eyes ploy to distract all those making headway on the 7/7 case, which we all know is impossible to put together sensibly.

The next evening, I found what I was looking for. The picture, in my opinion, and I could be wrong, is composited.

Look carefully at the following picture, which is a portion of the original blown-up 4x.

The man at the back is allegedly Mohammad Siddique Khan. Of course, positively identifying him from this shot is next to impossible. But look carefully at his head. Look at the outline of his cap. You will see a distinct black fringe. this is a give-away that the image has been extracted from another photo and pasted on.

Another give-away - look at his left arm. It disappears behind the first horizontal railing from the bottom. This is of course, physically impossible. Another point is that the top railing from the right side as we look at it is embedded into his head.. Again, clear sign of Photoshop-style messing around. These first three points were spotted by other bloggers.

I spotted a couple of other things. Like - where the fuck are his legs? You should see them somewhere in the picture. The perspective is all wrong. If you look at the man in front of him, well, “Khan’s” left leg should appear somewhere below his left elbow. None of his lower body is visible. That doesn’t make sense. Another thing that I’ll point out tomorrow is from another portion of the image.

I didn’t doctor this image. Look for the original in reliable news sources if you don’t believe me. And I urge you not to believe me. Even if I’m wrong, I don’t care, I will happily admit it, I want the truth. Let’s find it. We should unite. We mustn’t divide. What sense is there in being divided by the fascist state machinery of the press, police and parliament? They don’t work for us anymore. They work against us all. We were waking up, all of us, together. Remember how we all marched against the wrong war in Iraq, side by side? They sensed our togetherness, they sensed our power, and they didn’t like it. They are trying to divide us through terror and lies. Don’t let them win.

The image is wrong.