Continuing the military theme, i'm reminded of a funny compilation that made the internet rounds years ago. It consisted (supposedly) of excerpts from British Military Officer Fitness Reports. My absolute favorite was
"His men would follow him anywhere, but only out of curiosity."
What's that got to do with 9/11? Well, when I'm observing the deniers at Ground Zero, I think of that quote all the time. They are a jaw-droppingly peculiar bunch.
It was just Abby and me today, and we kicked ass, with some help from John Law. The deniers are already nuts, but with each visit we make, they become more frustrated and nutty. Sorry if anyone was there and missed us. The deniers were late and there was a jackhammer festival going on near the usual gathering place. I should have given you my cell number. WE DO NEED YOUR HELP.
Abby had made up her own detailed pamphlets, and I had my flyers, signs and evidence book. When we moved in to tack our signs up above their laminated posters, the deniers once again tried to physically block us, while a small crowd looked on incredulously. I loved it, because there's no better way for the public to know what the deniers are about than to see them denying us the same Constitutional rights that they were exercising.
As that was happening, two dark vans with dark windows pulled up and disgorged two squads of NYPD's finest, dressed in full battle gear, with helmets, flak vests, automatic rifles, and an attack dog. Sorry, deniers, although you accused us of bringing them, they were not there for you. These squads are common sights at high foot traffic areas in New York, such as GZ and train stations, especially when terrorist threat levels are high. Guess who else was with the cops? An NYPD Intelligence Officer, wearing a suit. A MIG! (Man in gray.) Woo Hoo! A paranoid conspiracy nut's wet dream!
Abby explained to the MIG what was going on, and he chose to enforce the U.S. Constitution. The deniers were told to stop denying our rights, and for good measure they were told they could not display their big banner, because NYC law states that the poles supporting protesters' placards and banners must be made of nothing more sturdy than cardboard tubing. This was entirely a technical, "screw you" judgment by the NYPD, as the banner was being held motionless with its poles on the ground, and presented absolutely no danger to anyone. The intelligence officer was acting within the law, but applying a zero-leeway policy to the deniers, which is understandable. The cops detest what these people are doing. Most of the deniers harrumphed and complained loudly, and a few shouted at the cops, which as we all know tends to make armor-encased cops on a hot day more sympathetic and lenient. The dog was licking its chops. As a great dog lover, I know they can smell lying weaple (weasel people).
The result was that our job was made much easier. The deniers didn't spread out as usual, They didn't tear our signs down or shred our literature as they did last week, and we were free to focus on distributing our pamphlets. Despite their numbers, he deniers are at a big disadvantage there. They blow through pamphlets, handing them to everyone who will take them, including to the foreign tourists who comprise about half the crowd. Those 75 year-old Mexican ladies? Probably not gonna be kickin' it troofer stylee on 9/11, but the deniers must put pamphlets in their hands. Excellent. We only have to give our literature to the people who seem interested in the denier's arguments.
A small victory: not only did Les Jamieson fork over beer money to make good on the bet he lost (I'm drinking a Liefmans Goudenband now...hell yes I am), he actually printed new pamphlets to correct that one error! I was shocked. Only 64 errors to go! (Okay, I didn't count them this time.)
On the whole the deniers were more subdued than usual, and they have learned to fear the formidable Abby. The majority of the crowd was very sympathetic to us. There were a few tense moments between the deniers and an irate man who had lost two FDNY buddies at the WTC.
Some of the odder encounters:
One of the dumber deniers told people, on three different occasions, that my flyer couldn't be taken seriously because it had no pictures on it. Honest.
One of the most paranoid deniers, the one who said last week that he could see into my evil soul, today said to me, almost under his breath,
Do you have water?
Sorry?
Do you have water?
Yeah, right here. Do you want some?
I mean at home.
At home?
Water bottles. You know about the pandemic? It's on the government's website.
Oh. Uh, the government does post recommendations for dealing with different emergencies. I have some water stored at home, but only enough for a minor emergency. I have a "go bag." with some supplies, a respirator, not much. I suppose most people aren't prepared for a major disaster.
Yup. The pandemic, Human-to-human. You know there's a nuclear war coming.
'Kay. I should get back to work.
At the end of the day, there was a full-blown screaming freakout by the most tightly-wound of the deniers, a tiny nervous wreck of a woman who even the crazy deniers say is beyond redemption. She's the one who last week demanded that I answer a question, then immediately threatened to have me arrested if I answered. Today she claimed that she was slapped by a woman she was haranguing (inside the no-haranguing zone, which extends 25 feet from the GZ fence), and that two cops were standing right there and witnessed the whole thing and did nothing about it. Some of her fellow deniers admitted that nothing could be less surprising than her getting slapped. I didn't see the alleged slap, but there were two cops standing right there, and they did eventually threaten to arrest her if she didn't stop screaming obscenities. The freakout lasted 10 minutes and attracted a crowd of a few hundred. The funny part was when deniers kept trying to calm her down, but repeatedly couldn't get her name right.
"MY ****** NAME IS SHEILA!" (or whatever it was). She is credit to the cause.
The deniers cannot, will not, and do not, answer questions or produce support for their claims when asked. Ever. Only a couple of them can listen to a complete sentence of mine. The others will not listen, read, or look at anything I present to them. Ever.
In a few hours, I heard dozens and dozens and dozens of claims by the deniers (some of them can really rattle them off). Not a single one was true. They did not say one true thing to the public.
It's a tragicomic experience I wish every debunker here could have. It's one thing to parry and thrust on the internet, quite another to see their breathtaking dishonesty and intellectual torpor in person. You might wind up following them anywhere, but only out of curiosity.