What would you say the Nine Eleven and JFK conspiracy stories share in common?

By “conspiracy stories” I mean the so-called “official” accounts, against which the various alternative narratives take their measure.

One may argue a “crazy gunman, acting alone” is not a conspiracy, that Oswald, for all his bouncing around between Russians, mobsters, and Cubans, was not thereby involved in a conspiracy, not officially.

He took world history into his own hands, that day in Dallas.

In contrast, Osama Bin Laden’s minions were working together, masterminding a plan. The official story is clearly about an international conspiracy in that case.

Who was paying for all that flight school in Florida? Osama, right?

Mohammad Atta did not meet some Saddam Hussein emissary in Prague, that much seems clear. Prague would pop up again later, in future conspiracy stories.

However Oswald was planning to plead innocent, that much is clear. He would be working with others to exonerate himself.

His co-conspirators, if he had any, would have helped with his defense. Jack Ruby spoiled that plan, but it doesn’t follow there wasn’t one. Oswald was following through, apparently a mastermind after all.

Oswald would certainly not have portrayed himself as the one gunman acting alone, nor even one gunman among several, had he lived and been allowed his day in court. We know that for a fact.

So if we believe the official story, we should believe Oswald not only succeeded in shooting the president in very cold blood, but he had plans to get away with it, at least suggesting a conspiracy.

However, hairsplitting aside, what the two official stories have in common is actually much more obvious: both plans were highly unlikely to achieve their stated objectives. These were both crazy, out there plans, desperate and far-fetched.

What are the chances of a lone gunman, not a marksman by training, using a cheap rifle to achieve maximum damage from sixty feet? People who’ve tried to duplicate the feat, in replicated circumstances, have all failed. Look it up.

What are the chances a small plane rookie pilot, with minimal experience, could operate a 767 cockpit in such a masterful fashion, after gaining access with no more than box cutters? The plan: to coolly and consciously evade interceptors and crash head on into landmark building.

Now multiply those chances of success by one another, for a read on ultimate likelihood.

One over a million, to the third power.

That’s a very small number.

Oswald must have had nerves of steel. He shoots a president, yet people see him casually drinking a Coca-Cola in the lunch room, just moments before or after.

He’s not suicidal.

Wouldn’t the gun have his fingerprints all over it?

Had he carefully wiped the gun clean, before leaving it for cops to find?

Was this is how he had rehearsed it in his mind, over and over?

The Nine Eleven pilots could not have known, with any certainty at all, that their crashing jumbo jets into the Twin Towers, would result in their total collapse, along with Building Seven, a free bonus.

No structural analysis could have assured them that some kind of pancaking would occur. That the damage would be that great, would have to seem freakishly off the scale unlikely, a miracle in other words.

Then a direct hit on the Pentagon, swooping right along the ground at over five hundred miles an hour, clipping light poles.

Like a hole in one. Times ten. In one golf game.

That’s what both official stories have in common: the perpetrators in both cases had hair-brained plans, very unlikely to succeed, and yet achieved their objectives beyond what the wildest of imaginations would have dared predict.

True, Flight 93 didn’t reach a target. It only managed to self incinerate, leaving next to nothing to clean up. No body parts. No stench of death.

Flight 93 added even more surrealism to the horror show, making Nine Eleven an almost supernatural event. Officially.

This is what I’d like those who subscribe to the official story lines to eventually admit, as a corollary: that we apparently live in a universe wherein superhuman performances by anti-hero villains may result in truly miraculous amounts of damage.

I suppose those with a Biblical worldview already, predisposed to accepting a demonic hand in human affairs, have little trouble suspending their disbelief. They believe in the Devil already.

What’s harder is for the science-minded, the skeptics, the holdouts for a rational world, to come to terms with the truly demonic.

Written by

Lots online.

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store