Oh, and guess who else was there that day looking particularly evil in the photograph...
George Bush sr.
...who went on to be named director of the CIA by Ford ( EHH is saying the CIA killed Kennedy for LBJ, and Kennedy said, before he was killed, that completely dismantling the CIA was on his agenda....meanwhile J. Edgar Hoover is frantically interviewing ****s to try to prove that the Marilyn Monroe sex footage showed JFK's penis.

)
...and then went on to become vice president...for Ronald Reagan, who got
shot, by a
"loony lone gun man", while Bush was having BREAKFAST with that "lone gun man's freaking DAD...(sounds familiar, a vice president having a president killed so he could become president...hmm)
And then, Bush became president, touting a "New World Order", and his dim-witted failure of a son became president twice, even though he didn't get more votes, and his other son runs Florida...and was in charge of the place where the votes were disputed for his brother's election...
And his other son, Marvin, the presidents younger brother, was a principal in a company called Securacom that provided security for the World Trade Center, United Airlines, and Dulles International Airport.
Guess when the last day of his contract was.
Guess.
September 11th.
And wow...George W. Bush's father was meeting with Osama bin Laden's brother, Shafig bin Laden, in the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, Washington, on the morning of 9/11.
What a "screwy, nutball" coincidence. Kind like eating with the father of the dude that shot Reagan.
And, what's one of the FIRST things YOU'D do if you suspected a guy killed 3,000 Americans?
That's right, have his entire family flown out of the country.

Makes tons of sense.
And also, the financier of the hijackers, Mahmoud Ahmad, was meeting with Bush administration officials the week before 9/11. He also met with Bob Graham and Porter Goss on the morning of the attacks, who would later go on to head the first 9/11 investigative committee.
Objective dudes.
Wow, it's like coinkydinks are going out of style with the Bush family.

Does there ever come a time when you just have to hear all of the quacking, and see all of the feathers flying, and at least admit that you
may be dealing with a duck?