Business of Terrorism

This Business of Terrorism

By Roy D. Follendore III

Just like the Sopranos on HBO has shown America the psychological human side of organized crime, the business of terrorism is also not necessarily what you might think. Months before the tragedy of September 11th French intelligence picked up this short conversation from a bug in an office of the true mastermind.

1:22 PM

Buzzzz....

"Yes Sir..."

"You can ask Mr. Mohammad to come in now."

"Yes Sir..."

"Hello...Mr. Mohammad, it is nice to see you again."

The rustle of clothes can be heard.

"How long has it been... 4 years?"

"I think it was at little Embassy bombing in Africa wasn't it?"

"No, as I recall it was the other thing... Hijacking that airliner."

"Oh yes... As I remember that was the one with our first fake shoe bomb. It worked great."

"Wish the quality control was as good as it used to be."

"They should have had blinking lights. People are always scared of those little red blinking lights."

"I know what you mean. It is hard to get good quality control these days."

"They think all you have to do today is throw some nails in a bag of fertilizer. It is so sad."

"Oh.. uh... I have been impolite... Can I offer you a Diet soda, perhaps a beer? I have honey coated peanuts?"

"No thanks, it is too early for me and I just had lunch."

"At least have a mint."

"Thanks."

"Well what can I do for you my friend."

"Things have been kind of slow so I thought that we might get a little business going."

"New business is always a good thing to discuss."

"I have been thinking that since we didn't have such good publicity on that first World Trade Center thing, we might want to try something else."

"What did you have in mind?"

"We could start by hijacking..."

"Now Mo... you know that sort of thing has been done a thousand times."

"Here me out here... This time we can hijack an airliner full of fuel and then ram it through the World Trade Center. Just think of the spectacle."

"Sounds somewhat interesting... Can you do both of them at once?"

"I am not sure. I doubt it. Anyway, we would have to find some idiots to do it."

"Don't worry about that my friend. I know lots of heroes that want to go to heaven and have a thousand virgin wives."

"Is it up to a thousand now? It is amazing you can still pitch that old routine."

"To be honest, we tell everyone else it is 70. Don't ever underestimate the mixture of sex with religion my friend. We could go up to a million wives, what does it matter? It costs us nothing and they believe anything."

"I see what you mean."

"When would you like to do this thing?"

"Oh, I don't know, somewhere around August. My scheduled vacation is over at the end of July. We are taking my second wife and kids to Disney Land in Orlando then."

"Let me check... no... Can't do it in August. No... I have a conference in Vagas. They have that new show girl review. After that I am plugged into a terrorism trade show in Iraq. After that I have been scheduled for a conservative religious revival."

"How about September?"

"Well we can't do anything the first week, but after that I think I am open. I will have to ask my secretary. How does the 11th sound? If I get a few of our guys all hopped up, do you think you can find a way to teach a couple of them to fly?"

"Absolutely! I understand that if you can fly a crop duster, you can fly anything. I have a cousin who got his pilots license and he could not tie the fuse on his tennis shoes."

"What about the FBI and CIA? What if they get wind of our plot on their own?"

"I guess we should think about that. The last time we just sent them messages telling them what we were going to do and they ignored them all. It is getting harder and harder to get those guys upset when we try. We blow up something of theirs and they send a dozen cruise missiles to flatten another innocent guys milk factory. You would think they would get tired of that."

"Yeh... I guess they have to get rid of old inventory before it quits working just like us. We will just have to keep trying though. Say... my number 14 brother by my father's third wife is a diplomat. Maybe we can get him to send an official message."

"Good idea."

"I guess that is about it then. I got to run. My 2nd wife asked me to drop by and pick up a bottle of Merlot for dinner. She is fixing southern fried chicken tonight. The cell phone is bugged of course. We should definitely keep in touch through AOL instant messaging though."

"I agree. Whatever works. Drive safely, you know what maniacs those taxi drivers from Iran can be."

There is the sound of a door shutting.

Note: Maybe the release of such classified tapes would show that more has to be done to prevent attacks. These people need to stop being allowed to do their business as usual. On the other hand, the careless disregard for life by terrorist may be horrible, but as we all can see, they are as religious as the next man, they care for each other and have a close family life just like you and me.

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