Archive for June, 2011

The Weather

June 19, 2011

The weather in South Florida has been off-kilter for three summers.  Bombay latitude.  Subtropical biome.

Every year after the 7th of June, the monsoons begin.  They roar in like a lion and clock-work.  You can set your watch by them.  Every day between noon and 2pm, there is a cloud burst heralded by rolling thunder.  A quenching torrent falls, followed by sun.  Plants and animals rejoice.  The land smiles in rainbow satiety.  Thence, a golden evening saunters in, dragging her long slow train till sunset vermilion.

My six years here have been enough to study the weather.  Three years ago there was a stark change in monsoon season.  Likewise in hurricane season.  What has been natural to this biome for centuries is now on lock-down.  As I write, my neighbors water thirsting grass.

Bastardized, sooty-looking clouds are counterfeited from aerosol tanker jets.  Natural nimbus are dehydrated in minutes by powders from aircraft “strato-casters.”  A white bed sheet of aerosol spreads above the clouds.  What would have been our daily monsoon vanishes in less than five minutes.  The powder is particulate, water-absorbing, rain-raping, drought-making chemical warfare. It can spell famine where rain = food.

I deduce that weather modification is being tested in the Miami area because South Florida is a monsoon zone.  My inference is that they (the wire-pullers who planned WWI, WWII, killed John Kennedy and schemed 9/11) plan on using chemicals to “modify” the weather of Israel’s enemies. And certain 3rd world places. If aviation aerosols can make a drought happen in the monsoon zone, they can do so anywhere on earth.

The Air Force wrote a paper back in the 90’s touting how they were gonna own the weather by 2025.  Check it out:

From what I see down here, they are ahead of schedule.  We have hardly had a drop of rain.  And none during the time of day we are supposed to have it.  Last summer it was “push button” rain.  Man-made weather every day.  And of course, nobody’s talking.  Taboo subject for our military control towers and all commercial air.  It appears that pilots and informed aviation personnel have been briefed and threatened.  Knowledge is carefully and strictly tiered.

The text above is from an e-mail broadcast I sent yesterday.


Cut to new scene:  24 hours later.  Wouldn’t you know it that today at 6pm, here comes the rain.  But 6pm is the wrong time for it to fall.  The daily rain at this time of year is supposed to fall between noon and 2pm.  By 6pm, the steam has risen and been evaporated by the evening sun.  A sun that does not set till 9pm.

Today after the down-pour, I went walking at land’s end.  Steam rose from the hot pavement by the mangroves.  A danger-orange chopper hovered just above the trees near the marina.  As I took what passed for air, I caught the acrid smell of iodine.  The humid air was pregnant with it.  It hung suspended in a diseased, concocted atmosphere.

Break-break.  Nothing about the air is supposed to smell like iodine after a rain.  This is Florida near Key Elliot.  After a rain it is supposed to smell like flowers and South Atlantic.


CIA’s Drug Wars

June 6, 2011

The Reviews

In CIA’s DRUG WARS:  The Death Traders of the Golden Crescent, Farzana Shah educates her readers about the importance of opium poppies.  Spanning the centuries, kingdoms and governments have scrambled after the flowers’ lucrative goop.  Shah’s 15-page article was published in Zaid Hamid’s January 2011 edition of BrassTacks Magazine.  And oh what a read.

In it you will learn about China, India, Portugal, England, Holland, France and Spain.  And how the stuff Pat Tillman wrote home about — was something worth writing home about.  Oh hell yes.  Opium, like sex and money, makes the crooked world go ’round.

And has been making it go ’round since Portugal’s Age of Discovery.  Greed over the money-making yield sparked the Opium Wars between England and China because a decisive emperor slammed his foot down.  Yung Cheng banned opium smoking in 1729 because his people weltered in an epidemic of addiction.  Britannia, ruling the waves, sailed to war over it.  Hence — Hong Kong.  To the victors — whatever they want.  The so-called treaty after England’s victory made Hong Kong a vassal to the British Crown until just recently.  Yeah, China’s got a bone to pick.

No wonder Zionist Hollywood has been touting Queen Elizabeth I at us.  That ginger-haired heifer sent her fleet after opium before the King James Bible hit the streets.  She surrounded herself with unGodly advisors and eschewed Holy Matrimony.  Damn-near their poster girl.

That’s just a taste of Shah’s fine fifteen.  Her article is substance-rich, launching from the brick foundation of history into the present day.  Let the caliber of her writing reflect, like these ornate little scissors, on Pakistan.  Stainless steel perfection no tailor of reason can do without.

It is time that my countrymen receive the baptism of history.  I find in my reads that history, like nuclear physics and computer science, has been viciously guarded.  Once you learn “what really happened,” the reason for their sentries will be obvious.  When truth has to be kept in a three-lock box, we arrive at a day when men no longer care about what is right and wrong.  They have become mercenaries who only want to be on a winning side.  Part of the plankton in a red tide.

My brother was a USMC machine-gunner in Vietnam (1968/69).  He will never forget his “tour of duty.”  During a forced course of study in the lip-service books of American History, with my brother in mind, I ever hungered for the real reason of the Vietnam War.  The drivel I was “studying” didn’t fly.  It sang the praises of Mao and made a case for the North Vietnamese sentiment in black pajamas.  The wonderful Marxists again.  But of course.  Bolsheviks run all the academic printing presses.  Pushed everything into Lindon Baines Johnson’s shoes.  Called it “Johnson’s War.” They needed a fall guy.

In Shah’s article I finally get the big picture.  Heroin daddio.  They were after the opium.  Vietnam was opium-rich.  Which brings me back to the war college, “There will always be war as long as one guy wants another guy’s stuff.”

Lady Columbia, your sons died for it in Vietnam.  Like they are dying right now in Afghanistan fighting a fabricated “war on terrorism.”  Against fabricated terrorists (mercenaries) who are being funded and supported by the Central Intelligence Agency (three-lock box guys who operate with impunity).  Note that the mercenary terrorists are not to be confused with virtuous Mujahideen.  A Mujahid fights for a cause.  And it isn’t money.

There is nothing a Zionist likes more than drug-addicted, dumbed-down cattle that he can easily herd to their doom.  Heroin is exactly the drug.  So my sister lies in a grave and my brother spent his youth slinging lead, blood and guts in a Cambodian jungle because of heroin.  And heroin alone.

Nobody cared a damn about whether Bolsheviks ran the government of Vietnam in 1969.  And they don’t care now.  Heck — look who’s running America.

Bolsheviks (Zionists) are behind every war you see today.  Their kick-off was 9/11.  They are flying heroin out of Afghanistan by the C-130 loads.  Like they have been since the Taliban was run out of town.  Heroin is the reason that the Taliban has been demonized by the Bolshevik press.  Acerbic Muslims cramp the style of our drug-runners because the Taliban practice what they preach.  No drugs.  No booze.  No Hustler Magazines.  Clean living has been demonized along with Jesus Christ from what I saw on campus.

American sons are the attack dogs and guard dogs of Zionist interests world-wide.  To keep you scared and terrorized they have to send back several maimed and dead ones.  It serves two purposes:  (1) justifies “their wars” to protect you from “their terrorists” and (2) stirs up anger in high school boys (fresh meat) who rush to their recruiter’s office to keep it all going.

War is a smoke screen.

Shah’s excellent article can be found here,