This is real, I watched it several times.
They do it on the industrial side of town
near the military airfield. Never in the high
dollar neighborhood where the bankers live,
where there is plenty of airport traffic going
overhead - never see it there. If it was contrails it would be seen everywhere there is
airport traffic.

Two years ago I read a report of a senator
adding a ban on "chemtrail" spraying to a bill
about space militarization. His line was removed from the final bill.

Watch 4 videos.

When I was a kid, when the members of the extended family on my mother's side would gather at the grandparent's farm for what has since developed into merry, commercial christian celebrations--Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas--, when grandmother was in the kitchen with all the aunts making home made pasta, plucking chickens, boiling eggs, roasting ham, etc, and grandfather was sitting in "his" chair, his favorite mint candies in a bowl on the table next to it, him leafing through and complaining about how the Sears catalog had strayed from morals by having pictures of women only wearing the latest in girdles, bras and nylon hose, bemoaning the direction the world was going,  and the uncles were somewhere doing something, we cousins would be doing things like playing hide the thimble.  Anyone remember that game?  While everyone else is in another room (not peeking, mind you), one person hides a thimble somewhere in a room, and then calls everyone back in to search for it, giving clues the whole time, like under, above, beside, between, on top, warm and cold.  And when someone got close enough for the "warm" clue, everyone else happily let that person search and find the thimble, which, when found, was followed by happy giggles and the finder being the next hider.  Rousing day at the grandparents, playing a game left over from when colonists came to this country and ruthlessly carved themselves a life out of Native culture, no neighbors for miles or further, nothing to do but work, ekeing out an existance, calling that manifest destiny.  Thimbles went the way of wage slavery, sweat shops and mass production.  

Those days of happy innocence(?) are long gone.  They went the way of TV, game show scandals, constant rewriting of ancient and modern history, the effects of high tech inventions on our lives, redefinition of laws and constitution, and whatever else.  But, those happily innocent days got us here.  Our unconscious drives to retain that happy innocence has fed into the recent administrations feeling free to be blatantly overt with their supposedly covert efforts to lie and seemingly get caught at it, only to deny the obvious.  Yep, that's it.  Stay innocent.  At least until proven guilty.  Although, that, too, is fading away, and into something like "I'm guilty, but so what?  What are you going to do about it, and what can you do about it?!" or it's balancing opposite "You're guilty, and had no rights anyway."

No juggling of sexist Freudian logic or definitions of classist capitalistic laws can make any sense of it.  Nor are they meant to.  

So, what are we going to do?  Be like the zombie-like faceless children on a conveyor belt, falling into a vat, in Pink Floyd's movie "The Wall"?  Or like the kids burning up the classroom with a huge bond fire, sort of Lord-of-Flies-like?  Of course, many will say we are a nation of laws and do things the proper way--that is, legally, and patiently, by voting.  Others will crassly and classlessly say to us "You guys are just sore losers, have cooties and are not as well off and as 'in' as I am".  And all that gets said between those two.  What we are going to do seems to me to be the important thing.  Not what we think about it, or how well we can enunciate what we think about it.  

What are we going to do?            

The real legal fence is already up, but enforcing immigration laws as they stand now would require arresting many executives at large companies.  

There it is...the plain truth that many companies run roughshod over our immigration laws in order to hire cheap labor at less than full time rates.  These workers have no benefits. Except they keep wages for our citizens artificially low, and the immigration flood has put our unions on the block, made it impossible to have a satisfactory public school and health care system.

It's bloody murder when it causes the problems that it causes in our society.  I am once more ashamed that I am not at Camp Democracy.  

High tragedy this past week.  Steve Irwin dies in freak accident.  Anne Richards dies, and Daniel Wayne Smith, son of Anna Nicole Smith (Vicki Lynn Hogan Smith...whatever) dies.  Poor woman.  My heart goes out to her.  I know the pain.  I lost my first born son back in 1990, and a part of me died that day too.  Anna Nicole will never get over this.  What's doubly sad is that she has a baby girl who is just a few days old.  What should have been a joyous experience is now going to be tinged with terrible sorrow.  Whatever one thinks of Anna Nicole and her life style, etc., one should feel sympathy for her.  Nobody deserves to lose a child.  That is the cruelest fate.

On 9/12/01, I heard the name Osama Bin Laden for the first time.  I happened to be at my mother's and we had the newspaper of the day between us.  We read the initial reports of this Muslim monster who had set the fires of hell upon those innocent Tower workers and turned the page.

GASP!!____ then I said, "he looks like Jesus!"  My mother "yesss."