5 Signs The Muppets Caused 9/11: Crazy But Convincing TheoryApril 14, 2018
I’m no scandalmonger. My years of debunking B.S. stories in the news can attest to that. It’s this exemplary reputation I stand behind as assurance that when I say The Muppets caused the Sept. 11 attacks on the United States, I mean exactly that.
Evil lurks behind those cold, painted-on eyes.
Buckle in, everyone. It’s about to get real.
#5. 9/11 Wouldn’t Have Happened If Kermit The Frog Didn’t Exist
In the 2002 film It’s A Very Merry Muppet Christmas Movie, Kermit The Frog is visited by an angel played by David Arquette who shows Kermit what the world would be like if he never existed. Naturally, The Muppet Theater has been turned into a raver nightclub where Sam Eagle and Scooter are rolling crazier than a Snuffleupagus corpse down a hill, and Miss Piggy has crossed the dark barrier into full-blown cat lady and hotline psychic. In one scene, The Frog drinks in this bizarro world as he wanders about his swine lover’s New York apartment, briefly walking past an open window …
So it begins.
… and revealing that the World Trade Center is still standing … in 2002.
A quick Google search confirms that I wasn’t losing my mind — as others have also noted that the omission of Ground Zero from this alternate reality seems to imply that Kermit The Frog’s existence either directly or indirectly caused the 9/11 attacks in 2001, which incidentally was also the year The Muppets Take Manhattan came out on DVD. And, if you recall, this isn’t the first time they’ve coincidentally loomed over this national tragedy …
If only we had just given him the damn cookies.
So what does this all mean? Could it be a simple goof in the making of this festive Christmas classic, or were The Muppets trying to reveal something far more sinister? A large part of me needed to lay this question to rest, and so I began my descent down the rabbit hole …
I’m Feeling Truthery …
#4. Bert Was A Prominent Pro-Osama Bin Laden Symbol
I’d like to establish something right away: It’s not entirely clear to me what the connection between The Muppets and Sesame Street is. At first glance, one would assume that the former is simply a more mature version of the latter — but any moderate fan knows that the only characters intersecting the two are Kermit and Grover. One could theorize that, since The Muppets are established as long-time performers, Sesame Street is a separate fictional show in which Kermit is employed. It’s the Seinfeld to The Muppets’ Curb Your Enthusiasm. This would explain why Muppet Babies was animated, as CBS probably couldn’t afford the strict labor laws of working with recently hatched creatures.
Fun fact: It takes 24 hours for a newly laid Muppet egg to incubate and burst from its host.
And so if characters like Elmo, Big Bird, and Ernie are mere actors — then we actually know very little about them and how closely their appearances mirror the actual lives they live.
Also filed under “Things we know very little about”: why Bert was prominently displayed at a pro-Osama Bin Laden rally:
“Death to rubber duckies!”
Bert is clearly standing behind America’s most notorious enemy like a whispering shoulder devil. The official story is that this was a printing error on the protesters’ behalf, only this sure seems like one too many coincidences to walk away from … especially when your current white rabbit is a single man living in a shady New York apartment with no last name and an obsession with pigeons … which happen to be a common Bin Laden household pet.
I also have it on good authority that Bert was experimenting
with ornithological warfare as recently as 2011.
Additionally, Bert and Ernie appear to repel each other half the time, and yet they live quietly as roommates. And while some have theorized that they are lovers, those rumors have been officially denied. So could it be that this duo’s grudging hideaway exists secretly for other, nefarious reasons?
Then it hit me …
Celebrities. Lots of celebrities.
Everyone has been on Sesame Street, and because of this, Muppets are allowed access to anywhere in the world.
Not pictured: Oscar The Grouch shaking hands with Ayman al-Zawahiri.
Their siren song of vowels, consonants, numbers, and rudimentary hygiene advice even echoed through the halls of Guantanamo Bay and Abu Ghraib. Yes, these mop-faced fuckers have more international sway and infiltration than the CIA does. Sesame Street has talons so deep in every corner of the world that all it has to do is tighten the grip.
Sufficiently frenzied, I mustered the unflinching go-getter-ness needed to enter the techno-modern corner office of Editor-In-Chief Jack O’Brien. It was blind luck that my haste interrupted his jogo do pau cooldown and not some important business call, saving me the punishment of his lotus staff.
“Talk to me,” he said while tossing Portuguese weaponry to his life-assistant.
The words spilled from my mouth. “I know who really caused 9/11!”
He waved for his L.A. to leave before walking to his desk and removing a small, snub-nose revolver from the side drawer and casually sliding it toward my timid hands.
“Keep digging.” He then began a game of Spider Solitaire, which is how Jack ends every conversation.
I was operating on dream-time, shakily burying the pistol into my reporter satchel as I stepped onto the Santa Monica sidewalk. The assignment was to keep digging, and so my first stop was the children’s bookstore.
#3. Is Elmo’s Father A Terrorist Plant?
My goal was to start with the literature, finding any and all clues that might have slipped through the forgotten pages of some coloring or alphabet book. There are over 1,200 written works from Sesame Street, and even the modest shelf at the local 123: Science And Learning Store was going to take most of the day. Having already experienced several hammer-cocking jump scares — I inadvertently drove by the bimonthly Los Angeles Balloon Popping Festival en route — I kept one hand firmly within the leather liner of my handbag as I shuffled quietly to the row of undersized tables and chairs.
Surprisingly, no one thought me — a grown man feverishly researching alphabet puppets — creepy whatsoever. It was nearly nightfall when I came upon my first gut-boiling revelation.
Time to wipe the toothless grins off those smug, fuzzy faces.
Sesame Street‘s Fun With Friends coloring book was first published in 2004 and holds no apparent significance to 9/11 … unless you know where to look.
Sadly, indoctrination begins at childhood.
The man you see on the left is Louie, Elmo’s father. He is characterized, for some ungodly reason, as having orange messy hair and a ginger soul patch. Only until Fun With Friends, Louie was actually portrayed as an entirely different person.
That’s some Woolly Willy shit right there.
What you’re seeing are the books Elmo’s First Babysitter and Elmo’s Apartment — both depicting an older, red-headed Louie … and both released in early 2001. In fact, before Sept. 11 — this was how Louie looked in every Sesame Street book. Then, after the towers came down, a younger man moved into the house and stayed there until 2006, when “Louie” announced to “his family” that he was “being deployed” to an unknown location for unknown reasons. People assumed that meant he was in the military — but at no point did he specify this.
This might also explain Detroit’s devastating economic decline.
I’m not a total lunatic; I know that Louie probably isn’t real … and there’s a good chance the Muppet actor playing him was simply recast in 2001. But if that’s the case, the possibility that Louie’s portrayer was a terrorist sleeper cell becomes that much more disturbing if you consider that this would implicate the entire show for casting him. Could it be that playing the role of Louie was the perfect cover, and the entire cast of Sesame Street was in on it?
I was starving for more answers … and even asked the tired clerk if she could tell me of any Muppet casting agencies in the area or, failing that, how to get to Sesame Street. Her answer was silence and what seemed like a permanent squint of distrust. As I left, her gaze followed while her unnaturally full lips maintained a frozen, ear-to-ear smirk. Her name tag read “Janice.”
#2. Tickle Me Elmo’s Creator Was A Unabomber Suspect
The library was a tomb. George, the night security guard, let me in after-hours while conducting a poker game with his co-workers. From their boombox, Bach’s “Air On The G String” washed over the marble surfaces as I combed through a dusty news archive, stopping only to make notes in my yellow legal pad.
I was looking for any and all mention of Sesame Street or The Muppets in relation to major terrorist events. If 9/11 was indeed the work of cotton hands, it undoubtedly wouldn’t be their first singalong. The first connection I found was back in 1996, when Sesame Street pulled an episode based around a bomb threat on the one-year anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing … despite that episode being an innocent spoof of the movie Speed.
Not so innocent? Her active participation in the events of 6/13.
It was as if they were trying to scrub away any subtle connections they might have to Timothy McVeigh’s act of terror. But if The Muppets were somehow involved in this or similar bombings of the ’90s — there would have to be a way they were carrying it out, some undetectable front for handling and shipping suspicious amounts of electronic equipment across the country.
Tickle Me Elmo was released in July of 1996 — the same month as the Olympic Park Bombing — and became a public craze by Christmas that year. The doll functioned with the aid of a microchip designed by a former aerospace employee and childhood math prodigy who also specialized in making electronic toys. The man was young, from the Midwest, and had worked jobs in construction. He often shipped electronics parts around the country … all of which no doubt led to this headline:
To be fair, Tickle Me Elmo is still widely considered a WMD in its own right.
It would be crazy to accuse the maker of Tickle Me Elmo of using his occupation as a means to aid various domestic terrorists in the U.S. … or maybe it would be crazy not to. It seemed like wherever these hand vaginas were, tragedy struck … even when it was deemed accidental …
#1. Big Bird Might Have Caused The Challenger Explosion
On Jan. 28, 1986, the Space Shuttle Challenger tragically exploded during its launch, killing everyone inside. This included a school teacher selected from 11,000 applicants as part of an initiative to get children excited about space. What most people don’t know is that she was actually NASA’s second kid-friendly choice for this position …
This goes all the way to the top.
That’s right — this cheeky wad of feathers had a ticket on the most tragic event in astronaut history. It was only due to his height that the plan had to be scrapped … but presumably not before giving the bird access to NASA headquarters. Was there nowhere this dead-eyed long-neck couldn’t slip its beak into? What other government headquarters have these feltwork Machiavellis seen the interior of?
Oh, for fuck’s sake …
I didn’t know what to believe anymore, and so I stuffed the various photocopied articles and notepad into my reporter satchel and started to the front of the library. As I walked past the rows of microfiche readers it occurred to me how utterly quiet my surroundings now were. There was no murmur of joviality from the nightwatch poker game, nor any peep from janitorial equipment or an air-conditioning duct. And as I entered the darkened and expansive lobby, it dawned on me that I was completely alone. I had been forgotten about, and as my pace quickened toward the door, I prayed that George hadn’t sealed me in for the night.
My hand was in the satchel before my ears had registered the noise behind me. From somewhere deep in the darkness, the clang of a solitary note echoed from the library’s piano down the hall.
Slamming against the wooden library door, my satchel spilled its content as I fumbled with the knob. I belatedly realized that the howling pianist was meant to send me toward the exit, for I was not alone where I stood. The shadows were leaping from the walls as I unlatched the lock and face-planted, panicked in the dewy night.
As I lay crumpled, now disarmed of my belongings, I could hear the library door squeak open and a psyche-shattering croak beckon from the ichorous blackness.
“Mahna mahna motherfu-“
Psyche-shattering, but also kind of sexy.
The next thing I remember is pulling into my driveway. My windshield was shattered, cerulean feathers — perhaps from some flightless osprey — pockmarked the grill, and a bloodied toque — whose label credited it to a catering company in Uppsala, Sweden — was wedged in the tire well.
Epilogue: Finding The Connection
It was nearing morning by the time I charged through the front door of my apartment, barricading myself inside. Stagnant plumes of opium smoke hung in the air as my roommate and Cracked editor Alex Schmidt lay prone in his antique merchant robes, clearly suffering the aftermath of an average weeknight.
I poured myself a glass of Scotch and began working into the new day — attempting to construct some kind of pattern from everything I’d discovered. Why were these Muppets always associated with national disasters? And if they caused 9/11, what would be their motive? What was the connection I was missing?
It doesn’t make sense!
With the sun creeping through my shades, I had finally conceded to a dead end. Work was at 9 a.m., so I lay across the couch in the hope of catching a few hours of sleep. Perhaps it was both my exhaustion and obsession that caused me to put on The Muppet Movie while I tried to doze, and so my day ended to the tune of “The Rainbow Connection” …
Why are there so many songs about rainbows?
And what’s on the other side?
Rainbows are visions,
But only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
I sat up, and without thinking reached for my laptop.
The plot thickens …
Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star?
What’s so amazing
That keeps us stargazing,
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we’ll find it,
The rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.
When Noah exited the Ark, God made an agreement with him that no disaster should befall the Earth again — and the rainbow symbolizes this covenant. Its purity symbolizes the end of what was perceived to be a necessary devastation to start anew.
Have you been half asleep?
And have you heard voices?
I’ve heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound
That called the young sailors?
The voice might be one in the same.
Noah was a sailor …
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it.
It’s something that I’m supposed to be.
Someday we’ll find it …
The rainbow connection …
I bolted for the door so fast that I completely forgot my roommate — tripping over him during my desperate rush to bellow at the world. Poor, gentle Alex. Asleep and peaceful, his thin arms splayed straight above his head, face shrouded by a rug … he could never dare to dream the horrific truth I was about to unleash.
It was this moment that I finally noticed Alex’s complexion, and that the sweet pipe of Marrakesh Clawhammer had apparently sickened him so that his skin turned bright green in the night. “That must not be easy,” I thought, slowly reaching to turn him over …
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