On February 12, 2009, Flight 3407 crashed outside my hometown of Buffalo, New York. On the plane were two prominent political activists, Beverly Eckert and Alison Des Forges. Beverly Eckert's late husband Sean Rooney was killed in one of the towers on 9/11, and she became a leading proponent of investigating 9/11. She was one of the relatively few people who chose not to accept the 9/11 victim compensation fund, thus keeping her right to sue. Please read her credo My Silence Cannot Be Bought for a better understanding of her aims. Alison Des Forges was a leading expert on the Rwandan genocide. The official reasons explaining how the plane fell from the sky was that the FAA had insufficient regulations and that the pilots were undisciplined and improperly trained. I don't believe this is how it really transpired.
Being from Buffalo, I have a unique perspective on the event. Sean Rooney was an alum of my high school, Canisius High School, a fairly prestigious Jesuit high school in the region, and Beverly had set up a scholarship in his name with the school after his death. The first recipient of the scholarship was a boy named Remy Uwilingiyimana, who happened to be a relative of Agathe Uwiligiyimana, the Prime Minister of Rwanda who was killed in the beginning of the genocide. Is it too coincidental that two major political activists were killed on the same flight with this sort of connection? The Sean Rooney Memorial Scholarship, which Beverly helped create, first went to a Rwandan boy related to Rwanda's Prime Minister at the time of the genocide, someone Alison Des Forges had extensive ties to. There seems to be a crossroads here that should not be overlooked. Is it also a coincidence that Obama addresses the crash in front of a blue and gold background - the school colors of Canisius?
Another event that arouses suspicion is National Transportation Security Board board member Steven Chealander's prompt resignation following the crash. He presided over the intial investigation and then submitted his resignation to Obama about a week later. Chealander was presidentially appointed by George W. Bush, and he decided to resign one week into one of the most important events of his tenure - Why? Icing was immediately claimed as the main cause of the crash by both the mainstream media and then Chealander at the first news conference, before the investigation had actually been completed. It is important to mention here that the FBI sent experts who investigated the crash of Flight 93 on 9/11 to help carry out the investigation of Flight 3407. There have been significant questions about Flight 93, ranging from whether the plane was shot from the sky or if there was a plane at all.
The local media coverage was dismal and proved to me that the event was being covered up. Living in Boulder at the time, I had the advantage of being removed from the low quality of information surrounding the crash, and thus the propagandized environment it created in Buffalo. The Buffalo News aptly had its Washington Bureau Chief Jerry Zremski cover the entire crash, and he thoroughly maintained official storylines regarding 9/11 and icing. He did nothing to actually cover the crash, but instead just distracted people from the reality of the event. Reading his coverage was sickening to me as I saw him play matador to my hometown - people in Buffalo have no clue as to the truth of the crash. One of the worst things I saw come out of the paper was an editorial by Tim Roemer. He specifically spoke about his relationship with Beverly Eckert - they worked together in establishing the 9/11 Commission. The piece looks innocent enough now, but at the time it carried a lot of weight - coverage of the crash was scarce, for Jerry Zremski was the only person continually writing about it. Repetition of a false story might Scarcity of information is a primary tool of social engineering. Watch him in the following clip saying the Pentagon was "ripped open by a missile":
All in all, I know the area and the people and I am able to see through this event. The final investigation hearing looked like a kangaroo court with a full-on CIA transcript and video explaining how the plane fell from the sky. Icing wasn't finally blamed, but rather poor FAA standards that allowed undisciplined pilots to fly the plane. The pilots became subject to character attacks from all angles, and the black box transcript magically provided several perfect explanations for how the FAA failed and why the pilots were inadequate.
I've believed this since the crash but have largely held my tongue - no more. People in Buffalo have been propagandized to the hilt about the crash and I know how I look professing these things. It makes no difference though, because I am thoroughly convinced the plane was brought down on purpose. Beverly Eckert's trial will now not take place and 9/11 will be further enshrouded in lies and propaganda. The State Department, among others, will dislike what I am saying here, but I have to write about it because nobody else is. I don't need validation from anyone but myself. In the words of the Buddha, "The earth is my witness."
Wednesday, October 14, 2020
I've Got Two Words for You: Weather Modification
"The weather is really nice today,"the guy says as he passes by admiring the sky. I cringe. I look up and see a sky riddled with chemtrails. I keep walking, trying to nod and make my cringe appear as a salutation. He goes on his way, wherever he's going, whatever he's doing. I've seen him around before, genial older man. I don't want to ruin his day with some weird response like, "Yeah, minus all the chemtrails" or something equally as flippant. So I just nod and my brow crinkles behind my sunglasses.
Bizarre weather? Weather modification. Nice weather? Weather modification. Shitty weather? Weather modification. It's all been wrapped up in some tide of grandiose modification of the weather, for whichever purpose they see fit every day of the week, on every corner of the Earth.
Is it Smartdust? Solar Radiation Management? Stratospheric Aerosol Injection? Plasma science experiments? Or some grandiose, massive conspiracy for mind control and total enslavement? Who knows at this point. It's all under the sun.
My
Bizarre weather? Weather modification. Nice weather? Weather modification. Shitty weather? Weather modification. It's all been wrapped up in some tide of grandiose modification of the weather, for whichever purpose they see fit every day of the week, on every corner of the Earth.
Is it Smartdust? Solar Radiation Management? Stratospheric Aerosol Injection? Plasma science experiments? Or some grandiose, massive conspiracy for mind control and total enslavement? Who knows at this point. It's all under the sun.
My
Sanctioned Speech Reigns Supreme in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave
written years ago, shortly after Alex Jones was banned by the technocratic cognoscencti. forgive the unfinished sentences and unedited nature of the post.
Well, well, well. Finally, the anti-climatic assault on Infowars and Alex Jones has reached a crescendo. Finally, after all these years he's been broadcasting his show, it's become so mainstream and indomitable that the power structure, albeit the tech cognoscenti, has enacted their form of prison on the man, the myth and the legend, Alex Jones.
Apple, the corporation with the largest NASDAQ market cap, decided to delist the Infowars app from their app store yesterday. Expect the stock to drop precipitously come Monday morning. I almost feel like writing them, but all those fart stains sitting around Silicon Valley will just send me their automated bot responses saying, "Sorry, offensive speech was cited." Delisting the infowars app is a step too far and indicates a larger problem in society: people actually perpetuating false narratives to control people's behavior.
There's a Je ne sais quoi about Alex Jones and these fruit loops banning him. For years, he's been the forbidden fruit of internet culture, for the newbs at least, sitting on the sidelines demanding everyones attention.
Now, it's at a point where the fruit loops and their emissaries have lost the ability to command their own audiences attention because their message is such shit that they now have to have a coordinated ban of Alex Jones because he's dominating their platforms.
The twist for the "conspiracists", and all you fruit loops fearful of overstepping the confines of your own mental imprisonment, what if Alex Jones is actually just a "performance actor" and this drama is all part of the choreographed political charade? Now that's a conspiracy theory the fruit loops should be able to get behind because it would discredit even further their main target, but the supposition breeches the limits of their thoughtspeech. I mean, unveiling the long awaited infowars app only weeks before the tech cognoscenti's assault? No such thing as a coincidence, right?
The problem with the people getting behind delisting Alex Jones is that they could never win an argument against his positions in the past, maybe the big ones at least, the ones that gained the most attention, so they resorted to belittlement and name calling. Of course, now that the man, the myth, the legend, Alex Jones has required the fruit loops and fart stains to pay attention, they attempt to defend themselves from listening with erudite syntax and miscommunication and herd shaming and intimidation.
See, the thing is, to these people, it's all about servitude, and a consequence of that is maintaining a false consensus of reality for themselves. Let's be honest, we all have to get by, but for fuck's sake can we start
It's funny, because the typical Alex Jones nemesis has morphed from anti-democratic warmongers to anti-democratic nancies. It is a major problem that companies like Apple are now engaging in political engineering, something publicized in the Wikileaks Podesta dumps revealing Eric Schmidt's strategic support for Hillary Clinton, but it shouldn't be a surprise considering all these companies bend to the will of their controllers, whoever the hell that might be. Major banks, shadowy conglomates, fart stains and fruit loops and nerds. Now they've brought into the fold every other desperate and emotional sap who just can't stand Trump.
Thing is, I can't stand politically correct speech because I've seen first hand what it does to people. Destroys them. Granted, on the other hand, politically incorrect speech can lead to lasting feuds, but what if I'm fucking right and you aren't. Then what? People need to realize that if they're going to go on some self-righteous crusade, if they're wrong, they better be ready to recognize that, because if they aren't, it's going to be a long fucking road.
The people that voted for Trump were pissed at the system. The people that voted for Obama were pissed at the system. A lot of those people are the same people, as a matter of fact. Now, I'm looking at all these indignant people who are so pissed about Trump they are going to go to every length to alter the current political scenario without actually realizing that they're pissed about the same things that got Trump into office.
Ah, whatever, I'm not trying to get into some buzzword argument with nitpickers.
Fact remains, its a shame these companies stepped over the line with their political assassination of Alex Jones. They should reprimanded and ashamed of themselves. It's going to cause a lot of people to have personal and social reckonings. Maybe they'll learn something about themselves, about the world. Or they can just wither in their hall of mental mirrors, trying to justify every tiny thought they have as cohesive to their whole position, no matter how inconsequential or innocuous. It's all about us v. them to some of these people. All they care about is the fact that they're on their team and they're damn sure going to play their role. Who fucking cares how wrong you are if everythings marshmallows and unicorns, ya know?
Apple, the corporation with the largest NASDAQ market cap, decided to delist the Infowars app from their app store yesterday. Expect the stock to drop precipitously come Monday morning. I almost feel like writing them, but all those fart stains sitting around Silicon Valley will just send me their automated bot responses saying, "Sorry, offensive speech was cited." Delisting the infowars app is a step too far and indicates a larger problem in society: people actually perpetuating false narratives to control people's behavior.
There's a Je ne sais quoi about Alex Jones and these fruit loops banning him. For years, he's been the forbidden fruit of internet culture, for the newbs at least, sitting on the sidelines demanding everyones attention.
Now, it's at a point where the fruit loops and their emissaries have lost the ability to command their own audiences attention because their message is such shit that they now have to have a coordinated ban of Alex Jones because he's dominating their platforms.
The twist for the "conspiracists", and all you fruit loops fearful of overstepping the confines of your own mental imprisonment, what if Alex Jones is actually just a "performance actor" and this drama is all part of the choreographed political charade? Now that's a conspiracy theory the fruit loops should be able to get behind because it would discredit even further their main target, but the supposition breeches the limits of their thoughtspeech. I mean, unveiling the long awaited infowars app only weeks before the tech cognoscenti's assault? No such thing as a coincidence, right?
The problem with the people getting behind delisting Alex Jones is that they could never win an argument against his positions in the past, maybe the big ones at least, the ones that gained the most attention, so they resorted to belittlement and name calling. Of course, now that the man, the myth, the legend, Alex Jones has required the fruit loops and fart stains to pay attention, they attempt to defend themselves from listening with erudite syntax and miscommunication and herd shaming and intimidation.
See, the thing is, to these people, it's all about servitude, and a consequence of that is maintaining a false consensus of reality for themselves. Let's be honest, we all have to get by, but for fuck's sake can we start
It's funny, because the typical Alex Jones nemesis has morphed from anti-democratic warmongers to anti-democratic nancies. It is a major problem that companies like Apple are now engaging in political engineering, something publicized in the Wikileaks Podesta dumps revealing Eric Schmidt's strategic support for Hillary Clinton, but it shouldn't be a surprise considering all these companies bend to the will of their controllers, whoever the hell that might be. Major banks, shadowy conglomates, fart stains and fruit loops and nerds. Now they've brought into the fold every other desperate and emotional sap who just can't stand Trump.
Thing is, I can't stand politically correct speech because I've seen first hand what it does to people. Destroys them. Granted, on the other hand, politically incorrect speech can lead to lasting feuds, but what if I'm fucking right and you aren't. Then what? People need to realize that if they're going to go on some self-righteous crusade, if they're wrong, they better be ready to recognize that, because if they aren't, it's going to be a long fucking road.
The people that voted for Trump were pissed at the system. The people that voted for Obama were pissed at the system. A lot of those people are the same people, as a matter of fact. Now, I'm looking at all these indignant people who are so pissed about Trump they are going to go to every length to alter the current political scenario without actually realizing that they're pissed about the same things that got Trump into office.
Ah, whatever, I'm not trying to get into some buzzword argument with nitpickers.
Fact remains, its a shame these companies stepped over the line with their political assassination of Alex Jones. They should reprimanded and ashamed of themselves. It's going to cause a lot of people to have personal and social reckonings. Maybe they'll learn something about themselves, about the world. Or they can just wither in their hall of mental mirrors, trying to justify every tiny thought they have as cohesive to their whole position, no matter how inconsequential or innocuous. It's all about us v. them to some of these people. All they care about is the fact that they're on their team and they're damn sure going to play their role. Who fucking cares how wrong you are if everythings marshmallows and unicorns, ya know?
Monday, October 12, 2020
Jet Blue Pilot Confirms Knowledge of Chemtrail Program and UFO's
I'm sitting at the bar in the lobby of the hotel where I'm staying in St. Martin. I'm sunburnt but the room has a breeze, and I can hear the slot machines and the sound of coins clinking. The televisions hanging behind the bar play CNN, alternating between coverage of the election and the latest terror event in Brussels. It's a Friday night but there aren't many people around. I wash down a few negronis and banter with the people who come and go.
The guy across the bar is loudly talking about flying into the airport here. He's middle aged, well-fed and is wearing sunglasses with croakies on his head. He's showing a couple other hotel guests his cell phone footage of landing the plane on the runway next to the ocean. I wander over to them and become one of the onlookers, except it was my intent to eventually broach the subjects of both UFO's and chemtrails with him at some point.
"Oh yeah, me and him have been flying together for 10 years now," he says as he points to the mum white-haired guy wearing a hat to his left. His co-pilot looks at me without any expression and I wonder about his history.
"We fly Airbus 220's down here a couple days a week and they put us up here."
"Not a bad gig. Who do you work for?" I ask, standing there at the bar next to them as they eat their burgers.
"Jet Blue," he replies. He continues showing pictures and video from inside the cockpit. We chat about types of airplanes and the difficulty in operating them and what its like to land here. I wash down my negroni.
"So what about UFO's, ever seen any UFO's?" I ask after a good fifteen minutes of banter.
"UFO's? Not really, no."
"I'm not even a pilot and I've seen UFO's. You have to have seen some things. Quick flashes of light, objects that appear and disappear? I even have footage of this stuff."
"Really?"
"Yeah, here, let me show you," I say and reach into my pocket and get my phone.
I show him mostly videos that haven't been published here of what can only be described as silver and white balls flying through the air extremely rapidly. They change shape and change direction at will and the phenomenon is visible to me with the naked eye, although it is almost imperceptible due to its speed. What appears as static covering the sky above, when filmed and slowed down reveals silver and white objects visibly flying through blue sky backgrounds, all the while moving at extremely rapid speeds and changing both shape and direction.
"Yeah, I've seen stuff like that," he says as he looks down at my phone with his burger in his hands. He takes a bite. "We're just moving too fast," he says. "Up, what was that?" he says with a chuckle as he rotates his head with a smirk. "You've got some good stuff there. Seriously, hold on to it. I've seen some of that stuff but I don't have pictures or anything. You've got some good stuff there. Keep it," he says.
There's a brief silence. I take a sip of my drink.
"So what about geoengineering? You know, chemtrails," I ask him.
"Contrails? That's just a result of atmospheric conditions."
"Come on, I've done the research and it's definitely more than just atmospheric conditions. They are absolutely spraying stuff from the airplanes, it's obvious."
He takes a bite of his burger and I take a sip of my drink. He finishes chewing and looks down and in my direction. "We know it's happening," he says quietly in his Southern accent, "We just can't say anything because we'd lose our jobs."
He goes back to eating and I ponder what he says, leaning there silently looking into the distance in front of me. Without wanting to impinge on him, I left the subject there. There's a certain line that will not be crossed, like the man said. He confirmed his knowledge of the chemtrail program, and I'm not trying to raise a fuss in the bar over chemtrails with these guys so we abandoned the subject and returned to our glasses and remarked about the weather down here. It sure is nice down here in the Caribbean. Blue skies, sunny. Nice place to fly into. Sure is nice. The televisions were still broadcasting the latest breaking news. The slot machines played a thousand weird jingles and people looked at them strangely as they walked past. I pay my tab as our conversation faded. And with a whimper, we have a standard farewell and I meander through the lobby to the beach.
The sky is clear and the full moon is bright, high in the sky. I take a deep breath of the windy, salty air blowing in off the ocean. The air here is the freshest I've had in a long time. I sit alone and listen to the sound of the waves lapping the shore and watch the stars and the palm fronds swaying in the wind.
The guy across the bar is loudly talking about flying into the airport here. He's middle aged, well-fed and is wearing sunglasses with croakies on his head. He's showing a couple other hotel guests his cell phone footage of landing the plane on the runway next to the ocean. I wander over to them and become one of the onlookers, except it was my intent to eventually broach the subjects of both UFO's and chemtrails with him at some point.
"Oh yeah, me and him have been flying together for 10 years now," he says as he points to the mum white-haired guy wearing a hat to his left. His co-pilot looks at me without any expression and I wonder about his history.
"We fly Airbus 220's down here a couple days a week and they put us up here."
"Not a bad gig. Who do you work for?" I ask, standing there at the bar next to them as they eat their burgers.
"Jet Blue," he replies. He continues showing pictures and video from inside the cockpit. We chat about types of airplanes and the difficulty in operating them and what its like to land here. I wash down my negroni.
"So what about UFO's, ever seen any UFO's?" I ask after a good fifteen minutes of banter.
"UFO's? Not really, no."
"I'm not even a pilot and I've seen UFO's. You have to have seen some things. Quick flashes of light, objects that appear and disappear? I even have footage of this stuff."
"Really?"
"Yeah, here, let me show you," I say and reach into my pocket and get my phone.
I show him mostly videos that haven't been published here of what can only be described as silver and white balls flying through the air extremely rapidly. They change shape and change direction at will and the phenomenon is visible to me with the naked eye, although it is almost imperceptible due to its speed. What appears as static covering the sky above, when filmed and slowed down reveals silver and white objects visibly flying through blue sky backgrounds, all the while moving at extremely rapid speeds and changing both shape and direction.
"Yeah, I've seen stuff like that," he says as he looks down at my phone with his burger in his hands. He takes a bite. "We're just moving too fast," he says. "Up, what was that?" he says with a chuckle as he rotates his head with a smirk. "You've got some good stuff there. Seriously, hold on to it. I've seen some of that stuff but I don't have pictures or anything. You've got some good stuff there. Keep it," he says.
There's a brief silence. I take a sip of my drink.
"So what about geoengineering? You know, chemtrails," I ask him.
"Contrails? That's just a result of atmospheric conditions."
"Come on, I've done the research and it's definitely more than just atmospheric conditions. They are absolutely spraying stuff from the airplanes, it's obvious."
He takes a bite of his burger and I take a sip of my drink. He finishes chewing and looks down and in my direction. "We know it's happening," he says quietly in his Southern accent, "We just can't say anything because we'd lose our jobs."
He goes back to eating and I ponder what he says, leaning there silently looking into the distance in front of me. Without wanting to impinge on him, I left the subject there. There's a certain line that will not be crossed, like the man said. He confirmed his knowledge of the chemtrail program, and I'm not trying to raise a fuss in the bar over chemtrails with these guys so we abandoned the subject and returned to our glasses and remarked about the weather down here. It sure is nice down here in the Caribbean. Blue skies, sunny. Nice place to fly into. Sure is nice. The televisions were still broadcasting the latest breaking news. The slot machines played a thousand weird jingles and people looked at them strangely as they walked past. I pay my tab as our conversation faded. And with a whimper, we have a standard farewell and I meander through the lobby to the beach.
The sky is clear and the full moon is bright, high in the sky. I take a deep breath of the windy, salty air blowing in off the ocean. The air here is the freshest I've had in a long time. I sit alone and listen to the sound of the waves lapping the shore and watch the stars and the palm fronds swaying in the wind.
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