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What do you think of this satirical post 9/11 novel I am writing?

Here is the first page of my novelette about a man getting involved with 9/11 conspiracy theories. Its a satirical piece, that pokes fun at the conspiracies, not the tragedy.

You know, now that I think about it, Conspiracy theorists are pretty crazy people to known. They really are what you would imagine one to be, I know, I’ve met a few. All of them have really extreme theories on just about anything – despite substantial evidence backing the truth. Some of these ideas are laughable, unintentional comedy.

For example, I was pretty friendly with this down to earth quiet guy in university. His dad was a stereotypical gruff and salty seaman. ‘Sailed the seven seas’, the full package. According to this veteran ed sailor, M15 blew up his fishing boat. His little boat sank many years ago whilst in port. Whilst harbor master put the incident down to the vessels rotting hull, he claimed he saw frogmen fleeing the scene up the estuary – and the remnants of limpet mines near the salvaged wrecks keel. All this , the sailor claimed, was because he fished out near naval training areas. This is what my friend was told as a child, and then several years later relayed it to me. The Government undertaking a costly action against one of its citizens, with the objective of destroying a small wooden barge is hysterical to us ‘normal’ people.

I received a proposal from a millionaire, what should I do?

I am the fifth daughter of Archdeacon Cowley of Little Missendell, Suffolk. I joined the army, and first worked in an officers’ hospital, then drove successively a trade delivery van, a motor-lorry and a general! The last was the pleasantest. He was quite a young general! Next I entered a Government office, and enjoyed myself, but the Armistice intervened! I clung to the office with the true limpet touch for many long months, but, alas, I was combed out at last. Then I had hung out as long as I could. I had touted round. I had answered advertisements. I had tried every mortal blessed thing. I’ve screwed and saved and pinched! There weren’t any jobs for me, for I knew nothing about business and was not trained to do anything. I thought about everything, and even told my friend Tom that I’d marry money, because I was not sentimental! Then we both got a government job, of a sorts, and met a man through this job, an American, a young, pleasant looking man, Julius P. Hersheimmer. He happened to be a millionaire!
He came to England to find his cousin, Jane Finn, who travelled to here and disappeared here. I think I quite like him. Then, today, all of a sudden, Julius proposed to me! I said that it would be unfair to him, because I did not love him, but he said it was ok. He asked me to think it over until tomorrow. He said that he’d just love to give me a real, rattling good time. It was all very well to SAY things like “marrying for money” and so on, but a real girl would never do it,
would she? What should I do?

1960′s movie where man is coward and day dreams all day. in his day dream he stands up for himself.?

This is a movie ive seen on Turner Classic Movie Channel but cannot remember the name of it. I was thinking something like The Infamous Mr or Incrediable Mr. (Not Limpet not the fish movie with don notts in it )

What do you think of this satirical post 9/11 novel I am writing?

Here is the first page of my novelette about a man getting involved with 9/11 conspiracy theories. Its a satirical piece, that pokes fun at the conspiracies, not the tragedy.

You know, now that I think about it, Conspiracy theorists are pretty crazy people to known. They really are what you would imagine one to be, I know, I’ve met a few. All of them have really extreme theories on just about anything – despite substantial evidence backing the truth. Some of these ideas are laughable, unintentional comedy.

For example, I was pretty friendly with this down to earth quiet guy in university. His dad was a stereotypical gruff and salty seaman. ‘Sailed the seven seas’, the full package. According to this veteran ed sailor, M15 blew up his fishing boat. His little boat sank many years ago whilst in port. Whilst harbor master put the incident down to the vessels rotting hull, he claimed he saw frogmen fleeing the scene up the estuary – and the remnants of limpet mines near the salvaged wrecks keel. All this , the sailor claimed, was because he fished out near naval training areas. This is what my friend was told as a child, and then several years later relayed it to me. The Government undertaking a costly action against one of its citizens, with the objective of destroying a small wooden barge is hysterical to us ‘normal’ people.

I received a proposal from a millionaire, what should I do?

I am the fifth daughter of Archdeacon Cowley of Little Missendell, Suffolk. I joined the army, and first worked in an officers’ hospital, then drove successively a trade delivery van, a motor-lorry and a general! The last was the pleasantest. He was quite a young general! Next I entered a Government office, and enjoyed myself, but the Armistice intervened! I clung to the office with the true limpet touch for many long months, but, alas, I was combed out at last. Then I had hung out as long as I could. I had touted round. I had answered advertisements. I had tried every mortal blessed thing. I’ve screwed and saved and pinched! There weren’t any jobs for me, for I knew nothing about business and was not trained to do anything. I thought about everything, and even told my friend Tom that I’d marry money, because I was not sentimental! Then we both got a government job, of a sorts, and met a man through this job, an American, a young, pleasant looking man, Julius P. Hersheimmer. He happened to be a millionaire!
He came to England to find his cousin, Jane Finn, who travelled to here and disappeared here. I think I quite like him. Then, today, all of a sudden, Julius proposed to me! I said that it would be unfair to him, because I did not love him, but he said it was ok. He asked me to think it over until tomorrow. He said that he’d just love to give me a real, rattling good time. It was all very well to SAY things like “marrying for money” and so on, but a real girl would never do it,
would she? What should I do?

1960′s movie where man is coward and day dreams all day. in his day dream he stands up for himself.?

This is a movie ive seen on Turner Classic Movie Channel but cannot remember the name of it. I was thinking something like The Infamous Mr or Incrediable Mr. (Not Limpet not the fish movie with don notts in it )