hours of each other. American authorities confirm that it was terrorism. Rescue
planes have reported no survivors and little or no debris. The lame-duck President
is vacationing in Crawford and has not yet commented on the tragedy. It is not
known when he will address the nation.”
from the special edition of The New York Times
Dec. 23, 2008
The Unfoiled Plot
The planning took years,
I’m not at liberty to say how long.
We never used the telephone,
we never used emails,
we didn’t use the Internet.
We did not write anything
(pertaining to our plans) down on paper.
It was all word of mouth.
We were going to blow up
American planes over the Atlantic,
halfway across, over the Mid-Atlantic Ridge.
We were going to blow up twenty planes
to show the Great Satan his evil ways.
Twenty of us women were recruited
into the service of God.
The liquid explosives were injected
into our breast implants and triggered
by electric charges hidden in our eyeglasses.
This poem was turned over to British authorities
by family members of one of the female suicide
bombers. The poem offers the only clue as to how
the tragedy of Dec. 23 was carried out.
2 comments:
jeez RC, well imagined. (One may wonder if the graphic was created by you -- or if not, if it was borrowed from a wholly different context.) You've done my liquid weapon subterfuge one better.
This seems to dserve further answer (and imagination escalation). Anybody up for the task?
david,thanks for the comment.no,that is not my graphic,I don't have any kind of artist talent,I found it on a google search.but,yes,we are not only fighting religious terrorist but also creative people who constantly seek ways of carrying out destruction.the poem was merely an attempt to show that these individuals will find a way to succeed.lets hope we can stop them.
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