The longer I live, the more convinced I become that perhaps those people who believe the moon shots were staged aren't all that crazy after all.

I'm starting to wonder about the WTC, too.

Paranoid? Perhaps. But maybe, just maybe, rightfully so.

Shades of Capricorn One, eh? Same here, though, in this Photoshop/CGI world we live in I have a great deal of difficulty believing much of anything I see.

Everything can be faked, forged and fabricated. I've always been a big personal privacy rights advocate and all of this James Bond technology scares the crap out of me.

The government has been hiding things from us for ages, for some reason this administration just doesn't seem to be very good at it and all of their dirt is leaking out now. I think their problem had to do with ego, they didn't feel like they really had to cover their tracks that well, no one would dare look under the carpet.

I've always wondered about the WTC also. The story is that the government knew about Pearl Harbor in advance but didn't stop it because they knew America had to get involved in WWII or it would be even worse. But to use 9/11 as a tool to simply forward corporate interests and an excuse to invade a country that didn't even attack us, I can't even begin to rationalize that much coordinated evil...

They ARE a sloppy administration, aren't they? Well, when you have a president with a borderline-normal IQ at the helm...lord, how in hell did this guy get in, but what's more, how stupid are people that they actually think he's doing a great job?

About 9/11...my husband was invited to the computer technology conference at Windows on the World that morning (he's a Wall Streeter at a major firm) and luckily -- as usual -- had way too much work to be bothered with attending yet another conference.

What a day that was.

They really are, he doesn't have his daddy's skill at being sneaky and looking dignified at the same time. I still think Dubya is mainly a puppet who repeats what he is told and that Cheney is the man behind the curtain (which is why they have him in hiding all the time). Dubya really screwed our state up bigtime when he was governor, I'm glad I don't have kids, I'd be afraid to send them to public school, ours are so bad off now.

OMG, glad your hubby was too busy that day, that's so eerie. My husband used to attend Dark Shadows conventions at the WTC Marriott, and there was one right at the end of August of 2001, but he decided not to go. It was really strange for him to see all the images of the destruction and recognize places he's seen many times before, especially of the hotel lobby. That was a surreal day for us because I was actually awake when it all began happening, we had appointments to go in for our annual physicals that morning so we're sitting there drinking coffee and tea and watching skyscrapers fall down on TV...

I was at a kindergarten orientation (of all things) for my son, when the principal interrupted the proceeding with an announcement that the trade center had been hit by a plane and that one of the towers was down. It just didn't seem possible to me. The reaction of all of us was a collective intake of breath...after that, everything seemed to move in slow motion for me, and probably for all of us there that day.

I had left my son at a friend's house with her husband who happens to be a local politician and activist (it was the orientation for parents), and when I got there, he was staring at the TV in shock. By that time, both towers were down. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Phone service was virtually non-existant. My husband did get through to me in the early afternoon, and true to form, told me that he had no intention of leaving the office (which is several blocks north of where the WTC stood); that the fact that it had emptied out afforded him the opportunity of getting a hell of a lot of work done. He's a hoot and a half, that guy of mine.

But it still took him hours to get home, even after the initial rush out of the city was over. I remember standing on the lawn, long after the kids were asleep, just waiting...he finally arrived and I couldn't stop holding him.

He said that the eeriest experience of all for him was wading through a sea of swirling papers, many of which bore the name of Cantor-Fitzgerald.