After blogging yesterday I went out for a bit of a bender with my host Jaime.  He's a real fun-lover (making part of his living via air-guitar performances) and had already been out of the lash somewhat by the time he and his friend returned to the apartment (I had let myself in).  The three of us went to his boat, then for dinner and finally to a club in which ladies take of their clothes, sometimes not for money.  It was very very different from the Atlanta and London clubs, there were no rules and no thugs.  Zach stepped on someone's toe and the three of us were threatened with being stabbed.  Time to leave.

After this we went to a bar where Jaime's friend worked and we had after-hours shots and beer (all free) til about 4am. Very cool.

A night out and a long lie-in did me good.

After going for lunch and a quick tour of the small town of Providence I drove to New Haven, Connecticut.  This is another small town, the home of Yale University.

My couch surfing host was a cleaner thinner version of Michael Moore, and after a career in the media and news industry (he was Jimmy Carter's campaign soundman) and a stint at CNN he decided that there was too much bullshit and too many lies in the US media.  Now he makes movies in a similar vein to Fahrenheit 911 by Moore.  He was adamant that the 9/11 attacks were an inside job and showed me two excellent feature-length movies about the alternative to the lies that the US Government published, far better movies that Moore's.  I recommend watching them. I had previously been agnostic about the idea, but now am convinced that the towers were bombed from the inside, hence the otherwise inexplicably fast toppling of a building that would easily stand a non-stop kerosene fire indefinitely.  You can even see thermate (super thermite) pouring from the side of a tower as it falls).  What I am yet to be convinced of, but am open to suggestion, is that the London 7/7 bombings were also an inside job.  In interviews one idiot Londoner even remarked that she supported a loss of liberty in exchange for freedom.  I wish I could have given her a thesaurus.

Links:  http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8172271955308136871 and http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5948263607579389947&q=terrorstorm&ei=dsd_SOiUBIrg-wH5i7HnCQ

The couch surfing was a little awkward, as this chap looked-after his invalid mother, who lived on the ground floor of the apartment in a gurney.  I felt, although it was not stated, that I was rather confined to the upper level of the flat.  I was grateful for his hospitality but it was the first time I have not felt 100% at ease.