"Give me a good reason"

Here's a follow-up of this story regarding the recovery of at least three of the four black boxes of the World Trade Center attacks in the rubble of ground zero. In the telling of the official story, of course, the boxes were never found. (Are we supposed to believe they were vaporized or melted, even though they are located in the rear of the aircraft, and subjected to stress tests more severe than the forces they encountered on September 11? What an imagination.)

A 9-11 rescue worker recently came forward to say he was told by FBI agents to “keep my mouth shut” about one of the “black boxes” a fellow firefighter helped locate at ground zero, contradicting the official story that none of the flight and cockpit data recorders were ever recovered in the wreckage of the World Trade Center (WTC) towers.

Honorary firefighter Mike Bellone claims he was approached by unknown bureau agents a short time after he and his partner, Nicholas DeMasi, a retired New York firefighter, found three of the four “black boxes” among the WTC rubble before January 2002.

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“They confronted me and told me to not to say anything,” recalled Bellone, referring to one of three reddish-orange boxes with two white stripes he saw in the back of DeMasi’s ATV. “I said, ‘Give me a good reason.’ When they couldn’t, I told them I wouldn’t shut up about it.

“Why should I? I have nothing to hide and nothing to gain. It’s the truth, and Nick and I are sticking to our story as we always have.”

I like that attitude: "I said, 'Give me a good reason.'" The honest simplicity of it probably caught the agents off guard. They didn't have a cover story ready. Probably they themselves weren't aware why the discovery of the black boxes needed to be hidden. Need-to-know, and all that.

I think that's what we should be saying, just about all the time now: "Give me a good reason!" Because they haven't yet, about virtually anything. And we shouldn't shut up, either, when we don't get one.