BadBoy
3rd August 2010, 12:41 AM
Morning Everyone,
My name is achimspik and... I’m a recovering 911Truther. It all started 9 years ago. I was having girlfriend problems, my family had disowned me and even my pet poodle wasn’t the same towards me anymore. Anyway, I met a man in a bar who said I needed the truth He said that was the only way I could be saved.
I was skeptical at first, but went online anyway. By this point I had nothing to loose. In 10 minutes I was hooked. I wanted it all man.. It was amazing. I was right in there, amongst it all, the huge uplift in my confidence and self esteem was incredible. I was even beginning to contribute myself. I felt I was the man, you know? It was all there, CD, thermite, conspiracy, no planers and guided bombs, modified airliners. I even dabbled in lazar weapons from space" but that was where I backed off, just a little. Just for a moment. I mean man, those guys were really out there, strung out on the edge, only just holding on by their finder tips, the delusion had gotten that bad.
You see you have to understand, they prey on the week and vulnerable. They use math on you, but you only realize until its too late that it was bad math - mixed up with bad premises and illogical refutation.
My friends and family begged me to leave it alone. They told me I was deluded but I just couldn’t see it. I just wanted more. So I backed away from them. Ih ad to keep it a secret at work, but it came out anyway and I eventually lost my job.
I started to carry a notepad around with me, incase something occurs to me when I’m out looking for star trek figures - for my kids, or shopping for weetos. Once I was in rotten ronnies and had forgot my notebook. I had to make my excuses and spent half an hour writing notes down on toilet paper sitting on the john.
I even started hunting for other conspiracies. Moon landing, JFK, holocaust denial, global warming denial, but my main fix was always 911. I always returned back to 911truth. I started to get known around all the boards and forums for my online battles against the debunkers. I was at the top of my game. I was getting personal email from the guys at the top of the 911truth. I’d arrived.
I remember (grins), a low point was walking around down town giving out 911truth leaflets. I had made up a story about how I had uncovered some information about a new top secret weapon that fires a freezer beam from outer space. You see the debunkers were very strong at that point and we desperately needed a new approach. I was something to do with freezing the steel in the twin towers until they became so brittle they just fell apart, or something like that. It was well out there. I guess I was completely deluded by then. I must have looked pretty bad though because even Gage tried to ignore me.
But, it was also about that time that I started to lie, to save my marriage, (my friends were long gone. My only outlet were 911Truth), to save face... to save myself. I was even lying to truthers. That was the worst part - lying to my own, lying to newbie’s. Oh I just told them what they wanted to hear. It wasn’t my fault dam-it, they needed it, they wanted it, they wouldn’t listen to anything else anyways. I'd lie online about 911 anytime of day or night to help support my fruitless theories, I'd lie to my wife and kids that I wasn’t still doing it. I’d even lie to myself.
Then one morning, after a big bust up with my wife which ended with her driving away with the children I caught myself in the mirror. I'd put on 10 pounds. I had greasy hair and dirty finger nails, beardy. It was at that very low point I had to decide, keep going with my delusions in order to save face because that’s all it was at that point. Or to denounce it all as evil woo and cast it away and be free again.
And so my decision was... well I’m here with you free thinking folks, for now at least. I’m not cured yet. I take each day one at a time. But I know, now and for the rest of my life, I won’t be able to look up and see a plane in the sky without being reminded of this horrid period of my life.
My name is achimspik and... I’m a recovering 911Truther. It all started 9 years ago. I was having girlfriend problems, my family had disowned me and even my pet poodle wasn’t the same towards me anymore. Anyway, I met a man in a bar who said I needed the truth He said that was the only way I could be saved.
I was skeptical at first, but went online anyway. By this point I had nothing to loose. In 10 minutes I was hooked. I wanted it all man.. It was amazing. I was right in there, amongst it all, the huge uplift in my confidence and self esteem was incredible. I was even beginning to contribute myself. I felt I was the man, you know? It was all there, CD, thermite, conspiracy, no planers and guided bombs, modified airliners. I even dabbled in lazar weapons from space" but that was where I backed off, just a little. Just for a moment. I mean man, those guys were really out there, strung out on the edge, only just holding on by their finder tips, the delusion had gotten that bad.
You see you have to understand, they prey on the week and vulnerable. They use math on you, but you only realize until its too late that it was bad math - mixed up with bad premises and illogical refutation.
My friends and family begged me to leave it alone. They told me I was deluded but I just couldn’t see it. I just wanted more. So I backed away from them. Ih ad to keep it a secret at work, but it came out anyway and I eventually lost my job.
I started to carry a notepad around with me, incase something occurs to me when I’m out looking for star trek figures - for my kids, or shopping for weetos. Once I was in rotten ronnies and had forgot my notebook. I had to make my excuses and spent half an hour writing notes down on toilet paper sitting on the john.
I even started hunting for other conspiracies. Moon landing, JFK, holocaust denial, global warming denial, but my main fix was always 911. I always returned back to 911truth. I started to get known around all the boards and forums for my online battles against the debunkers. I was at the top of my game. I was getting personal email from the guys at the top of the 911truth. I’d arrived.
I remember (grins), a low point was walking around down town giving out 911truth leaflets. I had made up a story about how I had uncovered some information about a new top secret weapon that fires a freezer beam from outer space. You see the debunkers were very strong at that point and we desperately needed a new approach. I was something to do with freezing the steel in the twin towers until they became so brittle they just fell apart, or something like that. It was well out there. I guess I was completely deluded by then. I must have looked pretty bad though because even Gage tried to ignore me.
But, it was also about that time that I started to lie, to save my marriage, (my friends were long gone. My only outlet were 911Truth), to save face... to save myself. I was even lying to truthers. That was the worst part - lying to my own, lying to newbie’s. Oh I just told them what they wanted to hear. It wasn’t my fault dam-it, they needed it, they wanted it, they wouldn’t listen to anything else anyways. I'd lie online about 911 anytime of day or night to help support my fruitless theories, I'd lie to my wife and kids that I wasn’t still doing it. I’d even lie to myself.
Then one morning, after a big bust up with my wife which ended with her driving away with the children I caught myself in the mirror. I'd put on 10 pounds. I had greasy hair and dirty finger nails, beardy. It was at that very low point I had to decide, keep going with my delusions in order to save face because that’s all it was at that point. Or to denounce it all as evil woo and cast it away and be free again.
And so my decision was... well I’m here with you free thinking folks, for now at least. I’m not cured yet. I take each day one at a time. But I know, now and for the rest of my life, I won’t be able to look up and see a plane in the sky without being reminded of this horrid period of my life.