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Projection / Discussion: Sept. 11 - The bankruptcy Media

Saturday, May 3, 4:30 p.m., Room Langevin Bègles.

Under FSL33 Bègles, Bordeaux hosts ReOpen911 a screening / discussion on "The failure of the media." Around

Barrie Zwicker's documentary, "The Great Conspiracy", we discuss the strange media silence on the inconsistencies and invraissemblances events of September 11. These media tend to treat with contempt those citizens who are asking legitimate questions about this event, in association with American citizens increasingly numerous in the USA who question the official version (see: http://killtown .911review.org/911links.html )

When these same media rarely willing to speak the "truth seekers" (Pendant Sekkers Truth "in the U.S.), the invective flowing: Anti-American" conspiracy "Revisionist, anti-Semitic (!) And so on ... For cons, any debate on the real facts is completely obscured . It appears that people most involved in the system, politicians and journalists, are more closed to any questioning of the official version.
A personality like Marion Cotillard, who simply gave his opinion on these discretely events, is immediatly marginalized, ridiculed. What lurks there behind this ostracism? What are these inconvenient truths so these media, if sufficient and incapable of the slightest questioning in certain areas? Who owns the media, what are their sources?

insights and answers this Saturday 3 MAI 2008, the complex Langevin Street Lauriol at Bègles at 16H30.

The program FSL33: http://fsl33.over-blog.fr/article-15019661.html

The map: http://fsl33.over-blog.fr/ pages/Informations_Pratiques-149967.html

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Two excellent articles on Agoravox Eile Taik, the # 1 site of citizen journalism on the Internet, on the strange Media Silence: A shipwreck

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ReOpen911 Bordeaux Gironde participate in the FSL 3 and 4 May 2008.
Site FSL33: FSL33

The FSL will be held at the Complex Langevin, Rue Lauriol at Bègles.

Reopen 911 Bdx host a screening / discussion Saturday, May 3 at 4:30 p.m. on the theme:
"September 11: The Failure of the media."

The documentary will be screened excellent "The Great Conspiracy", the Canadian journalist Barrie Zwicker: "These are mainstream media that most people get their information, most of the time on most issues." The fact that the mainstream media universally supported the "official version "September 11 explains why the majority of Americans still believe ....'

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Gazette de Paris # 20

Butterfly Night


- Good day.
- Good night.
- Thanks.

Hello or good evening. I do not know. I'm lost. The taxi driver did not doubt him, it reads in small bags under my eyes like an open book: "good night". It almost makes him happy that decrypts the fatigue on my face. It feels less alone. We look at both and we share the compassion of those who work at night.

Hey everyone, it is 1:00.

offices are like the seashore I prefer when there is not too much sun and it's desert. Night on the radio, I'm like a fish in water, a moth, a butterfly in water. I'm just a little disappointed, or sand, or roller, anyway I forgot my jersey. The hours pass with the rhythm of waves breaking news and headlines Afp I pray desperately to break.

Hello, it is 2:00 am.

night, the challenge and the problems are not the same. This is the first time that I lack faint at the sight of a broken coffee maker. And when I talk on the air when he should not, as Xavier Bertrand borders on promoting education minister and I stumble on words as in the steps of the PP, so I'm not even drunk, and although it does not matter, since you were not listening anyway. I am sometimes tempted to proclaim the Games Olymchique in Pine and introduce myself at the best price contrepeterie.

Hello, it is 5:00.

- You wake up or you go to bed?
- I confess I do not know very well either. You have to make a detour by Baron, I just found a beverage ticket in the back pocket of my jeans, and then it's close. Actually no, forget it, it is already today my night will start.

Today, I am scarcely awake, I'm still quite disheveled, I cut my bangs, I put the odds of my side, at the risk of revealing my dark circles. Haircut, next to me is a guy there with his diary and a half, everyone's laughing at his mouth, I am saying that he understood everything. A little later, I stand in line at the supermarket, before the couple bought a quart of red, and that, that makes me totally freak out. As if to sleep at night and enjoy the day as if it had always done things by half.

Well no, no question. Tonight, as stated Celinette, we'll go zouk guys. But beside the dance floor is transpotting the remake, I'm not taking drugs, I feel in the shoes of Mark Renton. I spin like my tights after stumbling. Call a taxi, I know beforehand that in his eyes, the compassion is gone, I doubt that he does not record the flashes directly from the Paris Paris and that he is me cast a spell that I fell down the stairs.


is the end of this flash ... tomorrow will be in Paris 14 ˚, 19 ˚ in Marseille. ... The morning will be cloudy and wet ... there will be some cloudy during the day, but will be shy ...

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Gazette de Paris # 19

spring cleaning.




It would not run after anyone, to herself, because it's tiring enough already like that. It is a day of fever, spring day, she tries to loosen the noose around his head, just to spend a small broom, have it's storage. Head heats up, but impossible to lie down before any store, the dresses, one after the other dishes, the pan where the potatoes were burnt, glasses, one after the other, words, true and false friends, all is not able to go in the closet, for sure we will have to discard.

The right hemisphere is said not hazarding any, do not get excited just walking away. That problem is not malice, nor evil some can bear. The right hemisphere has to move away because sometimes the property you want to do it simply not reached. He wants to stop to wait for everyone to be there, because otherwise it does not advance.

Hemisphere Left decides to take the air, taking his legs to his move in and out of Paris, he falls back on sorting and souvenirs, while the drawer is full of foreign faces and accents New York. Then he guzzler bagels, becomes addicted to Starbucks and at night when she whispers this language very specific, short-circuit the Roof and under the duvet he starts screaming "God Loves America! "

But the whole brain has a headache. And despite all the small pills Nurofen he can not breath. Without people, it is with words as its neurons feel most at ease, he throws in the towel and immersed in these lives in black and white, he identifies with characters in fiction. Then everything becomes smooth and makes sense for a moment.

-I often feel that nothing matters. This feeling is not unhappy. It is rather quiet, calm. In fact it's less a sense that a truth-obviously by far came, a snow that covers almost everything.
Why "almost all" what resists this "truth"? Three-
only three things. Or rather one thing, the same interview in its three states: solitude, silence, love.


head is full, we must make room, a little empty. Solitude clean him weigh surely not. My memory is going to explode, I'll turn a few pictures, get rid of a few acquaintances who are only illusions, no need to bother, facebook is here for, to see how it shines well in society. Around the empty memory, dozens of brain does not bother to drop out, others keep saying, "I'm overwhelmed, overbookée, too much fluff, sorry ... But mostly you're in too, you run, you got too much class, you're probably super important as brain ...
Too bad, because you, you is not got time to clean house.

In view of the world, people can hold the highest place. In view of the mind, the place they occupy the lowest and only call this compassion that is felt before the heavy infirmities. (Christian Bobin)

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is 19h, I leave the "work" and I stress. Provided that the laundromat is still open. The down-to-earth kidnapped me, I have porridge in the mouth, eyes and nose. Fortunately, there's the sun, the air is sweet, 1 April, more than I miss a good big slap sleet. I check, my twists, but no, I did not even fish stuck in the back.

This morning, I am not lifting for three minutes, I start my overthrow bowl of muesli with fruit Monoprix. Not easy to not be face against the ground, where, squatting on the floor, I play the brush so early. I try to show much imagination, to show strength of character not to give in to temptation, not to plunge directly under the duvet. Not easy when all eyes still puffy from start to dream about all these exciting things you can do in a day, while trying to retrieve small pieces and petals scattered cornflakes. Go

hop, I try, I'm starting. I put myself in the position of a backdrop of cinema. My boss asks me lake, very big, but not too far, tall grass, but not too much, a forest garden of Eden atmosphere, surrounding hills, and a road that could eventually meander. Good. I wonder if that makes me dream, if y 'paradise paved roads. I try to fly, but you have to face facts, I'm just surfing google earth, and I just can not help but wonder, is that tomorrow I will have clean socks, is what my panties have been much time to dry?



this life I hate, I curse. I sometimes escapes. To my surprise, when I go to Monoprix and buy bread and coffee, as if my life depended on it. And I come back with a package of Danette cotton and chocolate, I wonder what has happened
where I could have gone. For several minutes, I left the land of the staples. Within seconds I was able to enjoy the gentle bubble and futility.

19:30, deadline for the last machine. I mix white and color. Did she not learn your mother? Nope, it's not like his down-to-earth about her. She fucking hands in the clay my mother, one with which we make small snowmen, vases and bunches, with whom we share a dream. So yeah, I mix white and color and I Fuck.

Spring is unpredictable and surprising. Rain and sun alternate tirelessly as if they were chasing never able to catch up, they play with my feelings.
Sun, April 2 Hilda was born, yet one that has been forced to leave his bull for the land it will attack, strong in all his toes.
Rain, I'm on the street is normal, I'm not even angry, probably because the purpose of my walk is to first buy a pair of shoes, but also because I have so much hangover that I rely on these water spouts to relieve my brain fogged.

Snow, he is 3: 46, I laughed a lot, I counted 946 steps under the CWS, it's Sunday, the day the sheets are white and smell good, I like the noise that 'they do when no one has yet received, and finally, I like the sound of my footsteps on the snowy ground.