Everybody's Talking

I have been amazed lately at how many people I run into who are conspiracy theorists. The whole crew of carpenters on a job I was doing last week were checking out the chem-trail cloud cover and postulating various agents, motives and purposes, but not doubting the basic fact: planes are intentionally spewing chemicals into the sky that make it a cloudy day. OK. Maybe. I suppose I could find the opinions of various cloud masters. I don't know any, offhand.

And before that, I was attending a cookout on the 4th and got into a conversation with an inebriated octogenarian, famous in certain circles as an old anti-communist, and as such, denied political conversation with his loved ones, who avoid it. As he rambled on about the communist plot to take over the everything and shackle us with a One World Government, I realized he was talking about the Bilderburg group. I said I'd read a book about it not long before. He lowered his voice and said, shifting his gaze, that bunch you just named, like he didn't want to say it himself, then he nods and looks at me. I said, yeah, and the tri-lateral guys and the CFR and Rand corporation, and on and on it goes.
The last thing he said to me was, please, don't vote for Obama. Well, I couldn't promise him anything.

Then, talking to my friend, K, I find out about the plan to tank the US economy and unite the Americas in a union a la the European one, and make a new currency called, of course, the Amero. This sucks because it would be another victory for the Fabian Socialists, and their creeping disease which becomes full-blown when guns and national armies are outlawed and we are all protected by the World Army. I used to think something like that might be a good thing, but K has planted the seed of doubt in my consciousness, which according to one of the carpenters I mentioned, is being bombarded with low frequency vibrations by the HAARP, which is a mind control/ psych ops experimental techno-devil, that is also a biological weapons delivery system ( in conjunction with the cloud-seeder planes). It's up in Alaska, I guess. They probably have an official website. I don't know if I'll check it out.

Just yesterday, I saw a spare tire cover on the back of a small SUV that displayed an add for the local moped rental operation. In big letters around the top it read, 9/11 was an inside job and in the middle, the name of the business.

And Aurora issues from her bower in the east, heralding Phaethon's theft of his father's chariot.