Breakfast Along Chemtrail Alley
Commentary
By Marilyn A. Guinnane
5-10-4
While enjoying breakfast out on my deck this morning, I couldn't help
but be impressed by the creative chemtrail designs criss-crossing the
blueness above me, dissecting the sky as though the Deity were a
chemist gone mad. I wondered what was in the chemtrails and how,
falling to earth, it might affect my breakfast and therefore me. I
coughed my usual chemtrail cough to remind myself how.
'Interesting patterns, though,' I conceded, 'If a bit too contrived.
Maybe I can find the pilots from hell who fly the airplanes that
deliver these time-released death particles, (for that is what I
suspect is, in large part, what the chemtrails are about,) and ask
that they at least fly a few loop d' loops to make the designs a
little more captivating.'
This led me to speculate as to how I would find such masters of the
air. Well obviously you wouldn't head for the Greyhound Bus station;
you'd go to the airport and look for . . . But wait a minute, people
who sell their souls don't wear scarlet dollar signs sewn onto the
front of their garments for all the world to see. No, they look, in
fact, like decent ordinary citizens. And I should know, because I once
knew a number of pilots who had flown for the CIA airline called Air
America, quite average looking in a pilot-y sort of way, but as often
as not, their cargo was dope! And where did they fly the dope, plane
load after plane load? Right into the good ol' USA. They were soldiers
of fortune, these pilots. The money was good so what the hell. It
would nonetheless have been poetic justice if their own kids had
gotten hooked on 'H'. Most of the old Air America pilots are dead or
pretty much have a foot on the banana peel, but I wonder if, in old
age, any of them had or have regrets? I hold a microphone up to the
lips of one in my imagination. "Tell me, before you leave this world,
was it worth it? What did that money buy that you couldn't have lived
without?"
"You gotta' understand," he wheezes. "I flew for the CIA. Air
America."
"But you knew, right. You knew that the CIA was trafficking heroin,
condemning our youth, undermining our nation."
"Yeah...yeah, okay, I knew." Right. I know. I know you knew because
you told me, so many years ago. Fasten your seat belt, cap'n, you're
in for a bumpy ride.
Fast forward to the chemtrail pilots, thirty years hence, and . . .
um, oops, they're not available to interview. They died in the
pandemic that they helped create. Before they croaked, however, each
bought him or herself a beach cabin, a house at the lake, and a new
Cessna with the blood money they earned from spreading the new black
death from sea to shining sea.
Anyway, back to my morning ruminations over granola mit frozen
blueberries, magpies squawking, chemtrails fanning out and drifting
into the atmosphere. What would it have been like, I wondered, to live
in the Middle Ages, say, when time seemingly stood still, so that
hundreds of years passed without a whole lot of change. Oh a few
plagues tallied on the walls, maybe a dozen or so swarms of locusts,
fires and floods worth mentioning, famine, war. The usual fol de rol.
Truly nothing like what's going on now. Now we are in a battle to
preserve our very souls from invasion and, more importantly, the souls
of our children. And their children.
We are being barraged, a volley of abuses of power coming at us like
so many hailstones the size of golf balls and here we are, all
humanity, caught out in the open, no shelter, no defense. Most of us
are more dead than alive anyway, so don't even feel the pain of the
hailstones when they hit, making it all the harder for those of us who
give a damn and who are trying to protect the next generation, for
protection they need, like never before, like never ever before.
Of course, if you're one of those who believes a cashless society
would be beneficial, and that children, like pets, should be
computer-chipped (neither should be, dear hearts; think it over a
minute. Or take ten. Take your time, in fact.)
"But what if my pet goes missing?"
"But what if my child is kidnapped?"
Answer: THINK. I mean, if it isn't too much to ask.
Admittedly, however, it's becoming increasingly difficult to combat
all the junk they're throwing at us. (Who are 'they' you ask? You know
who; the global elite, a.k.a. the Illuminati. The globalists who are
your would-be masters.) Our country, the U.S., or 'America' as it is
called, is summarily being brought down, blow by blow, just as Paul
Bunyon would fell a giant tree with his mighty axe. We were a giant
sequoia. We will soon be sawdust if we don't grab that axe from the
monster wielding it.
Even so, that is part of the problem: We can't see the forest for the
trees! When you have the Federal Reserve in charge of ruining our
mighty economy, (thank you, Sir Alan); when you have the CIA flooding
the streets with dope; when you have teachers' unions sabotaging our
educational system (my late husband's sixteen year old daughter
thought that D.C. was in Washington state, 'somewhere north of
Oregon'); when the elections are fixed with electronic voting
machines; when you have a Satanist in the White House masquerading as
a crusading Christian and a fellow Satanist running against him (if
I'm lying let them sue me; as they are both Bonesmen, as in Skull and
Bones, it's an open and shut case---as if Bush's actions didn't speak
for themselves) whew, I'm out of breath, but anyway, when you have all
this garbage coming at you, and on some level, half dead or not, you
know what's happening, there is a tendency to shut down. And of course
the elite are aware of this. It's the whole idea, doncha' know.
Schools now advertise Coca Cola and Pepsi; unbelievably bad for you.
When I was in high school in the sixties, to illustrate how things
have changed, I may not have received the first rate education that
Americans were awarded in years prior, but rather than advertise Coke,
our science teacher placed a set of animal teeth in a jar of it so
that the next day we could view the enamel, or lack of it, as a
result. Now schools push Coke and I would imagine any teacher caught
revealing how horrible it is for your teeth, your health, would be
severely chastised if not fired. But then, I doubt a teacher would
bother anymore. We no longer have real teachers.
Our food supply is being systematically poisoned as a method of mind
control as well as, I'm sure, population reduction. We are being fed
subliminal messages literally everywhere where human beings are
involved: television (kill your TV), radio, Muzak or its equivalent,
advertisements in magazines, and political speeches. Our Congress is
comprised of whores, our Supreme Court is at least partially in the
pocket of the neo-cons, hence the unprecedented and unconstitutional
appointment of the president; our judicial system is a hopelessly
corrupt sham, and we've opened Pandora's Box in the middle east. Let's
see, have I left anything out? There's so much amiss it's hard to
remember it all. A fine how do ya' do.
Anyway, after global economic collapse has occurred (and is there
anyone with a brain larger than an amoeba who cannot see where Al the
Foul Greenspan has set us up for absolute disaster?) the elitist plan
is not to return to an honest monetary system based on gold instead of
mere paper and ink, but to computer chip us all with the mark of the
beast. You won't be able to protest without being thrown in a
concentration camp, as you've allowed your government to destroy your
Constitution with the old tried and true: "The enemy is at the gate!"
routine. Remember those cartoons where a character fools another and
the recipient turns into a big sucker?
We are not just suckers, but a bunch of selfish materialistic buffoons
who, like cattle, are being rounded up for the slaughter. In Japan,
Kobe steers are massaged, fed beer and the finest grains, so that they
feel, no doubt, that their handlers are their benefactors. Little do
the poor beasts know that all that massaging is to make the meat
tender. Their 'benefactors' are about to serve them up on a platter.
Get it?
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Comment
From Jim Mortellaro
Jsmortell@aol.com
5-11-4
In the past three weeks we've noted a change in the way chemtrail
(spraying) appears. The trails are now thinner than previously and are
not as obvious to the eye on a fast look. They still remain for the
length of the sky, they continue to billow out however it is dimmer
than before and therefore, less noticeable. At the end of the spraying
however, the sky is as it was with the heavier 'look' spraying. That
is to say the sky is partly cloudy and the sun has that 'oil' slick
appearance to it.
Further, clouds formed naturally take on a patina which reminds me of
the multicolored look of oil on water, separating colors of the
spectrum and taking on a most disgusting appearance.
Whatever this material (materials) are, it cannot be good for us.
Moreover, it represents another example of our governance taking our
liberty and well being for granted. It may be that weather agencies,
NASA and NOAA know enough to keep their mouths shut, but for
absolutely no one to say "boo" about this phenomena is both disturbing
as well as frightening.
Even UFO sightings are discussed by pilots and others who wish to
remain anonymous. But as long as this has been ongoing, not one word
comes from anyone in mainstream media, government, airline pilots or
for that matter, citizens. Most bizarre.
Jim Mortellaro
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