Unraveled 2: When the Fabric of "Reality" Rips to Shreds

UNRAVELED 2
WHEN THE FABRIC OF
“REALITY” RIPS TO SHREDS
by
Hugh Mungus
© 2016. Hugh Mungus
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© 2016. Hugh Mungus
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ISBN-10: 1540878600
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Everything original has already been written.
— somebody without an original idea

PEOPLE ARE FUCKIN’ DUMB.
(George Carlin)
THE BOMB MAKERS
1
YOU ARE HERE
9
WORLD WAR III
41
FORD AND THE NAZIS
51
SOLDIERS
67
NUKES
93
FUCKIN' GOOFY
137

DRANO FOR BREAKFAST
147
BACON, EGGS AND PROPAGANDA
157
— ABOUT THE AUTHOR —
165
— AUTHOR'S NOTE —
167

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THE BOMB MAKERS
Go back to bed, America. Your
government has ﬁgured out how it all
transpired. Go back to bed, America.
Your government is in control again.
Here. Here’s American Gladiators.
Watch this. Shut up. Go back to bed,
America. Here’s American Gladiators.
Here is 56 channels of it. […]
Here you go, America. You are free to
do as we tell you. You are free to do
as we tell you.
― Bill Hicks *
* Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFWvo9hLY2E
“You turn through the Bible and you won’t
ever find a passage that condemns war,”
Reverend Terry Moore preached to the bomb
makers at his sermon. “God hates war, but
sometimes God uses war as a way to achieve
His objectives, ridding a dictator or sin in a
nation.”

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A sketchy argument, since the Bible doesn’t
contain passages condemning priests fucking
children, either. Are we to surmise, then,
that the god of Christianity would condone
Father Franz bending boys over the altar,
and sticking his diminutive dinghy up their
asses?
McAlester, Oklahoma.
Chances are you’ve never heard of this
Lilliputian shithole — population less than
20,000. However, unless you’ve been
existing inside Simon Cowell’s asshole,
you’ve observed McAlester’s contribution to
humanity.
This burg — something Rod Serling should be
introducing — is home for manufacture of
almost all non-nuclear bombs produced in the

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United States. Roughly seven miles south of
town resides the McAlester Army
Ammunition Plant (MCAAP) — a facility two
times the size of Manhattan. Whilst watching
the Iraqi war on TV — doing your best to keep
Meister Brau on the market — you were
viewing some of McAlester’s handiwork.
“Of course, I see an explosion and think,
‘There goes another McAlester bomb’“
boastfully attests former McAlester Mayor
Dale Covington. “We’re proud of it, proud of
our workers. They take a lot of pride in the
way they build bombs.”
Considering at least 168,230 innocent
civilians — but closer to 1,000,000, when
you factor in aftereffects — have been killed
in the Iraqi war, ** who the fuck wouldn’t be
radiant?

** Iraq Body Count:
http://www.iraqbodycount.org/
Definitely not Colonel Jyuji Hewitt — one-
time commander of the MCAAP — who loved
his career. “Sometimes I see bombs being
dropped on TV, and I say, ‘Boy, that’s
several days’ work right there.’ Sometimes I
see a bomb exploding and say, ‘Yeah, that’s
a McAlester calling card right there.’“
Then again, there are those on the verge of
contrition for what they’ve done, but thanks
to Santa — who’s obviously as real as Jesus
— everything’s better! “I don’t guess I’m
real proud of the fact I make bombs and what
they’re used for,” says grandmother Loretta
Russell, “but it’s necessary and has to be
done to help support our country. I feel like
they [Iraqis] asked for it; they kind of started

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this. […] When I see something explode over
there I think, ‘Did my hands help make that?’
I’d rather help Santa make toys, that’s what
I’d really like to do.”
Additionally, there are those plant employees
who just exemplify that all-American, winning
spirit. Take Aaron Kilburne for example, who
— like his parents and grandparents —
manufactures munitions. Aaron explained,
“With the war on, [morale’s] going through
the roof. I wish there wasn’t such a thing as
war, but if there’s war, I want to win.”
During the latest Iraqi conflict, the collective
attitude of employees at the plant was
jubilation. There was no shortage of work,
and overtime was the rule of the day.
Laborers were ecstatic to not only be
assisting the cause, but padding their bank
accounts in the process.

Luke Tucker — another employee at the
factory — ponders, “I’m not dropping ‘em,
but I’m making ‘em, and I think, ‘Well, am I
hurting innocent people or anything?’”
No, Luke. Sleep easy at night. Bombs aren’t
made to hurt anyone. They’re filled with
delicious chocolate that’s dispensed
throughout the atmosphere upon detonation.
When asked if he’d rather be producing
candy at a candy factory, Luke stated, “Yes I
would, if it paid as much.”
In the incisive words of Bill Hicks:
I guess the most amazing thing about
the war, obviously the disparity in the
casualties. Iraq: 150,000 casualties.
U.S.A.: 79. […]
Does that mean if we had sent over 80
guys, we still would’ve won that
fuckin’ thing? ***

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*** Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFWvo9hLY2E
Sources:
Books:
Geist, Bill. (2007). Way Off the Road: Discovering the
Peculiar Charms of Small-Town America. Broadway.
ISBN: 9780767922739
Online Movies:
MCAAP promotional video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o074xTx5CvI
MCAAP promotional video [2]:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v-8JAXfJrcmRw
Online Sources:
McAlester Army Ammunition Plant:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MCAAP

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YOU ARE HERE
I hope we’re interfered with again by
the extraterrestrials, and this time
they help. You know? In a big way.
This time they say, “We’re gonna do
another genetic thing. We’re gonna do
it just like we did when suddenly you
had architecture, suddenly you could
lift stones up and build a pyramid.
Suddenly you had mathematics. […]
We’re gonna do that again, and this
time we’re gonna help you folks […].”
I hope that happens. Then all those
dreams that I don’t quite have for us
could come true, and that would be
the best surprise I could get.
― George Carlin *
* George Carlin:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kNyPUBPSUk
Sweat.
His body was drenched in it.
Fear.

He could feel nothing else.
It was a hundred blood-thirsty classmates
demanding he fight a school bully bigger than
a full-grown Black Bear. The initial punch
burst his lip like a ruptured water balloon.
The second blow crushed his left shoulder
into pureed pulp. Molten lava coursed
through his veins. His world contorted into a
funhouse mirror reflection. He could feel
whatever he had for lunch on a round trip.
He thrust his good arm forth. The effort was
less effective than a drive from New York to
France. His tiny fist was caught and crushed
like overripe fruit.
Losing all faith in David and Goliath, he was a
domestic house cat squaring off against a
ravenous lion.

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Parviz Jafari was drowning in this defenseless
sensation, as he confronted the massive
UFO. Not only had this anomaly rendered his
weapons system inoperable, the inexplicable
craft jettisoned a smaller pair of conundrums
— one of which was maneuvering around his
plane, as though he was standing still. He was
flying faster than the speed of sound.
His orders had been to intercept, and engage
the craft, if necessary. He now knew neither
was possible.
He was helpless. In the black, nebulous space
over Tehran, Parviz Jafari wondered if this
would be his last night alive.
September 18, 1976. 11 PM. Residents of
Tehran, Iran, report a mysterious object
overhead, displaying multicolored lights.

The Iranian Air Force scrambles a Phantom
F-4 fighter from nearby Shahrokhi Air Base.
Upon approaching the anomalous craft, the
jet loses nearly all control of its
instrumentation. Veering away, the F-4
regains full command of its avionics.
Subsequently, a separate Phantom is sent
aloft to investigate. Current-General Parviz
Jafari — who pilots this second jet — reports
an inexplicable object in front of him, flashing
powerful lights in a diamond-shaped array.
Although ground radar fails to work properly,
the fighter's tracking system acquires the
signature of the mysterious craft, which
seems to be roughly the size of a 707
airliner.
Believing the object was of detriment to his
plane, Jafari decided to launch an attack on

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the anomaly. Before he could, his weapons
systems failed, and radio transmittance
became distorted.
When a circular craft jettisoned the main
UFO, and sped toward the F-4, Jafari
attempted to fire an AIM-9 heat-seeking
missile. Once again, the jet's defensive
instruments jammed. Cognizant he was
facing superior technology, Parviz veered
left in an effort to retreat.
The advancing object returned to the main
craft, only to be replaced by a second, similar
enigma that flew circles around the F-4. As
this anomaly passed alongside the jet, a
"round dome over it with a dim light inside"
could be seen.
Launching from the principal vessel, an
additional object headed directly for the

ground. This aberration landed on the desert
floor, emanating an intense light, and an
"emergency squawk," normally used to
locate those who've ejected an aircraft. The
sound was so definitive, nearby commercial
jetliners detected it.
As for the inscrutable craft initially sighted, it
simply vanished.
Upon landing, Jafari and his co-pilot were
escorted to a hospital. Following testing,
Parviz was informed his blood had failed to
coagulate. A second blood sample was
drawn, and the men were given permission to
leave, without receiving verification as to
why Jafari's hemoglobin had initially failed to
coalesce.
Via helicopter, Jafari toured the location at
which he had seen one of the smaller crafts

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land. To his wonderment, the squawk
continued to resonate, even though he was
unable to locate its source. The shrill signal
sounded for days afterward.
The United States Defense Intelligence
Agency asserts, "This case is a classic which
meets all criteria necessary for a valid study
of the UFO phenomenon." Such standards
include:
A) extremely credible observers, all of whom
were positioned in disparate locations.
B) anomalous objects recorded on radar.
C) failure of instrumentation on three
different airplanes, including a commercial
jetliner in the area.
D) an unprecedented display of

maneuverability from the enigma in question.
The U.S. stance on this incident was
reportedly one of great interest, as they
claimed the information obtained from this
event could be extremely useful.
When asked by the Shah of Iran about his
encounter, Jafari responded, "In my opinion,
they [the UFOs he observed] cannot be from
our planet, because if anyone on this planet
had such power, he would bring the whole
planet under his own command."
The Shah informed Parviz this was not the
first UFO report from military officials in Iran.
To this day, Jafari remains lost when
attempting to determine what he
encountered.
Ever get that feeling you’re being watched?

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That’s because you are…by otherworldly
intelligence.
What is this conundrum? Who knows, but an
avalanche of proof from exceptionally
credible witnesses — commercial pilots, FAA
officials, governors, military aviators, police
officers, presidents, senators, scientists, etc.
— substantiate Earth is being frequented by
an intellect, or intellects, beyond our current
capacity.
The above account, of several Iranian armed
forces individuals, is not aberrant. In fact, it’s
quite common, although the governments of
humanity would have you believe otherwise.
Why would such be the case?
Do you think anyone is gonna listen to Barack
Obama if they had access to ideas and

technology thousands of years in advance of
what current regimes possess? Hegemonies
would forfeit control, and they know it.
Hence, suppression — via ridicule —
continues.
It's one thing to observe a UFO if you're
drunk, alone, and traversing a dark road in
the middle of nowhere. Should you happen to
be a senior air traffic controller, cold sober,
and working at a military base — when you
witness not just one unidentified flying
object, but seven — your encounter takes on
a different level of credibility. If your sighting
is not only visual, but captured on radar by
numerous tracking stations, you're posed
with an enigma. Moreover, what if the
mystifying craft were observed for a period
of four consecutive hours? For Sergeant
Chuck Sorrells — on the evening of October
7th, 1965 — this scenario played itself out.

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The graveyard shift at California's Edwards
Air Force Base can actually prove quite
exciting. Since highly secret military projects
are tested at this installation, night skies are
anything but dull.
Having been the air traffic controller on duty
at the time of this incident, Sorrells was
cognizant of just about every type of aircraft
flying. Still, what he encountered on the
evening of October 7th remains a mystery to
him.
At approximately 1:30 AM — to the east of
the control tower — Sorrells observed a
radiant, green luminescence with a red,
pulsing light beneath it. Atop this mysterious
object was a white glow. No other aircraft
were aloft in the vicinity at the time.
Besides the sergeant, the base dispatcher,

the weatherman and an individual from the
interceptor detachment also witnessed the
enigma. After the conundrum was reported
to Air Defense in Los Angeles, four other
radar sites throughout the state received
enigmatic returns.
It was about this time Sorrells observed three
other objects, similar to the first. Flying in
formation, and remaining stationary for a
time, these auxiliary craft also registered on
the air traffic controller's radar screen. In a
matter of moments, three more vessels
appeared.
Upon confirmation of these last objects, the
military scrambled a fighter jet to assess the
situation. Although the plane was able to
paint the inexplicable craft on its radar, the
pilot was unable to ascertain what the

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anomalies were. Even though the jet rose to a
height of 40,000 feet, the aerial enigmas
rapidly ascended, in order to avoid capture.
Sorrells concluded the mysterious crafts
were flying at somewhere near 100,000
feet. In 1965, the ceiling capacity of a jet
aircraft was just that. As the sergeant’s shift
progressed, the conundrums proceeded
higher and higher, until, by daylight, they
disappeared into the heavens.
Someone in Chuck Sorrells' position is made
privy to anything experimental traversing the
airspace he's in charge of. You’d be more
likely to find a Cosmopolitan magazine article
entitled Make Love the Rupert Murdoch
Way, before the military tests expensive
craft in the skies, without alerting its air
traffic controllers.
According to Sorrells:

I know craft of all types, so I know a
lot of things this was not. I know it
was not a helicopter. I know it was not
an airplane. I know it was not a
balloon ― a weather balloon or any
other type of balloon. I know it was no
known aircraft or ﬂying object that we
know of today, or at that time. And it
wasn't a laser show…They could
probably go 30–40 miles in the time
you could snap your ﬁngers twice…
And they could rise ― just go straight
up. It seemed like they could do that
instantaneously. At some points they
would hover and just sit for a long
period of time — then they would
move.
Sgt. Chuck Sorrells — the most qualified of
witnesses — observed several anomalies for
which he is unable to account. Corroborative
documentation from at least seven other
sources — both visual, as well as radar —
substantiate his assertions.
Birds, meteors and weather balloons don't
produce signatures on radar — which solely
originate from solid, metal objects. As such,
whatever Chuck Sorrells, and various others

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witnessed on the evening of October 7th,
1965, were tangible craft.
As stated previously — when it comes to
superlative experts, neither Chuck Sorrells
nor Parviz Jafari are alone in their claims.
Entire volumes could be filled with known
citations — from the most consummate of
authorities — validating UFOs of an
otherworldly nature.
This says nothing of the innumerable
astronauts, government officials and pilots
who’ve experienced the unknown, and been
too afraid to go on the record.
That being said, what follows is a sampling of
the credibly-credentialed attesting we’re not
alone.
I’m Fife Symington. In 1997 — during
my second term as governor of

Arizona — I saw something that defied
logic and challenged my reality. […]
My office did make inquiries as to the
origin of the craft, but to this day,
they remain unanswered. I still don’t
know what it was. As a pilot and a
former Air Force officer, I can
definitively say that this craft did not
resemble any man-made object that I
had ever seen.
Regarding the same incident — known as the
Phoenix Lights — retired Northwest Airlines
Captain Trig Johnston had this to assert:
I'd say I saw an unidentified flying
object of massive proportions float
over the city of Phoenix and
Scottsdale, and I don't have the
damnedest clue what it was.
Neither Symington nor Johnston were alone
in their observations concerning the enigma
to which they referred. Thousands of
Arizona residents attested to witnessing the
anomaly in question.

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In 1980, Peruvian Air Force pilot Oscar Santa
Maria experienced an aerial encounter he was
at a loss to explain. Subsequently, he
claimed:
At this point I came to about 300 feet
within the UFO. It had an enamel,
cream-colored dome with a wide
circle metallic base. It had no engines,
no exhaust, no windows, no wings or
antennas. It lacked all the typical
aircraft components with no visible
propulsion system.
Former FAA Division Chief John J. Callahan
— who later admonished the CIA for seizing
evidence regarding a 1986 encounter
concerning a JAL 747 — had the following to
allege:
When the pilot ﬁrst reported the UFO,
he described it as a huge ball with
lights running around it. He said it
was about four times bigger than the
747 he was riding in.
And remember the 747 has an
elevator. And he’s looking out the

window and he sees something that’s
four times the size of his aircraft.
Captain Ray Bowyer — of Aurigny Airlines in
the UK — was shaken after witnessing a pair
of colossal, aerial anomalies:
On nearing the object, a second
identical shape appeared beyond the
ﬁrst. Both objects were of a ﬂattened
disk shape, with a dark area to the
right. They were brilliant yellow, with
light emanating from within, and I
estimated them to be up to possibly a
mile across.
Sergeant James Penniston, and dozens of
other military staff, encountered an anomaly
in 1980 they weren’t able to explain:
I would go ahead and feel the craft,
which was warm. There was static
electricity in the air […]. I knew that
that craft could not have been made
by man.
Mercury 7 astronaut — and the last American
in space on a solo flight — L. Gordon Cooper

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penned the following in a letter to Secretary-
General of the United Nations Kurt Waldheim:
I believe that these extraterrestrial
vehicles and their crews are visiting
this planet from other planets, which
obviously are a little more technically
advanced than we are here on earth.
**
** Gordon Cooper:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvPR8T1o3Dc
Cooper had his own, personal experiences
with aerial anomalies, in 1951 and 1957.
According to Edgar Mitchell — Apollo
astronaut, and sixth person to walk on the
Moon:
I don’t know how many, or where, or
how they’re doing it, but they’ve been
observing us, and here for quite some
time. And we see these craft [UFOs] all
the time. ***

*** Edgar Mitchell:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhxxHxIEmO4
Healthy skepticism is essential when
disproving or proving anything. Unhealthy
skepticism simply results in subjectivity, and
a failure to acknowledge the truth. Thus,
corruption, derangement, lying and
suppression of the facts. That being said, the
most common skeptical arguments
attempting to debunk UFOs of an
otherworldly origin, crumble under scrutiny.
Those not willing to address the truth
typically counter with a rebuttal the likes of,
“If aliens are visiting Earth, why haven’t they
touched down on the White House lawn?”
A lame contention that will take one as far as
a train with no track.
The obvious answer is, “Would you fly an

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aircraft onto the White House lawn?”
First off, you couldn’t, since defense
systems would shoot you down before you
could even get close to the grass.
Second, given the U.S. penchant for extreme
violence toward everything — especially its
own populace — why the hell would an
intelligent species, able to travel this
Universe, get anywhere near government?
Third, when you’re able to reach “here” from
“there,” your technology is so much more
advanced than ours, what the fuck could
Barack Obama and his cronies possibly offer
you?
Fourth, during more than one well-
documented incident in 1952, numerous

mysterious, aerial vehicles buzzed the U.S.
capital — including the White House. To date,
a definitive explanation as to what these
craft were, eludes humanity. **** *****
**** Dolan, Richard, M. (2002). UFOs and the
National Security State: Chronology of a Cover-up:
1941–1973. Hampton Roads Publishing Company.
ISBN:1571743170
***** 1952 Washington, D.C. UFO incidents:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Asa91nLri00
Another retort is that UFOs might be secret
military vehicles.
Such is definitely possible, but the problem
with this argument is that — in countless
cases — fighter jets are scrambled after
these enigmas. If the flying conundrums are
yours, why would you send armed aircraft
aloft to intercept and/or shoot them down?

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Those with a recalcitrant need to debunk —
going far beyond objectivity — often toss this
absurd rebuttal into the mix:
“Pilots are the worst observers of aerial
anomalies.”
Would you knowingly board a jetliner with an
aviator at the helm who couldn’t discern
between a flock of birds and an aircraft the
size of a small city?
The following argument rears its head often
from mainstream scientists:
“In a court of law, anecdotal evidence is the
weakest form of proof, and therefore claims
of UFO experiences should be categorized as
tenuous, at best.”
First off, innumerable encounters with

unexplained aerial anomalies have not only
been witnessed by extremely credible
observers, they’ve also been corroborated
by physical validation. This confirmation
often comes in the forms of radar returns —
both aircraft, in addition to ground-based —
and pilot-to-tower, tower-to-pilot audio
transmissions.
Second, these scientists may wish to
consider amending what they perceive as
laws, since multitudinous individuals have
been executed solely based on anecdotal
evidence.
But of course most mainstream scientists are
going to overtly ridicule the UFO
phenomenon. These individuals are at the top
of their respective food chain. They’re
garnering fame, fortune and notoriety for

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supporting the prosaic line. They now have
their own TV shows, and many are
accumulating millions off books sales. Do you
really think they wanna run the risk of losing
all that by reporting the truth? Talk to any
scientist: One of the better methods for
killing your career is to openly embrace
otherworldly UFOs visiting Earth. Just watch
those cable ratings dwindle, and book sales
dry up like a 90 year old’s nut sack.
Countless scientists, of mainstream fame,
were allowed to become so because they
conformed. Sedition opposing what
governments wish you to believe will result in
your lifelong obscurity, at best. At worst,
you’ll be eradicated from the scenario.
Follow suit, or perish — one way or another.
When you factor a monetary system into the
equation, almost everybody — scientists

included — become trained seals, with money
as their treat. Threaten a professor of
chemistry with a loss of career, should he go
public with his paradigm-shifting discovery,
and he’ll be mute. Promise to no longer fund
experiments for a physicist, if she divulges
the secret to cold fusion, and she’ll become
more silent than a law school library during
finals. Best not promulgate an antidote for
cancer, since detrimental treatments are big
business, and you’ll be flippantly abused,
until a compulsive liar garners greater
credibility.
In addition, mainstream scientists are highly
revered within this current paradigm.
Everybody seeks them for answers. Their
egos are continually stroked, akin to a lovable
cat with silken fur.
If suddenly it was proven humanity was being

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visited by species far more advanced than
we are, nobody would come to these
individuals for anything more than
evacuation of a foot-long turd clogging their
toilet. Rather, people would seek solutions
from the otherworldly beings, since they
could cross this Universe, while our “experts”
can’t even safely get us to the Moon.
Throughout history, humans have witnessed
their position of importance diminish. At one
point, we speculated we were the lone reason
for creation of everything. Steadily, our
grasp of the reign slipped, as we realized the
Sun, and other celestial bodies in this Solar
System — besides the Moon — don’t revolve
around us. Verity became even more
distressing when we learned this wasn’t the
only solar system. Our unique nature further
decreased when we fathomed the galaxy in

which we resided wasn’t the solitary one of
its kind, but rather one of hundreds of billions.
Now, with the hypothesis of multiverses — an
infinite number of universes — humanity can
no longer put off the inevitable. Even though
mainstream cardboard cutouts — who pose
as scientists on TV — will inform you that
humans are the sole game in town, knowing
how vast the cosmos is, their position is
laughable.
All this being said, it’s obvious folks in highly
credible positions — within our human
paradigm — are of the mindset we’re not the
sole sentient species. Again, with hundreds of
billions of stars in the Milky Way alone, and
hundreds of billions of galaxies in this
particular Universe, to believe otherwise is
insanity.

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So, where are we? As a species, we’re a
particle of dust, on a particle of dust, in a
massive macrocosmic ocean. We’re
positioned on an outer arm of the Milky Way
Galaxy.
If we were in a shopping mall — staring at a
directory of this Universe — the You Are
Here dot, denoting Earth, would neither be
viewable by eye, nor microscope. How long
would it take us to get to Cock-Shaped
Confections at the other end of the mall?
Since we perceive this Universe as presently
expanding, we’d walk for an innumerable
number of lifetimes, only able to satisfy our
phallic sugar fix perhaps billions of years from
now, when the cosmos collapsed upon itself.
By that time, we may not have even strode to
the edge of our own Solar System.

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1-4229-7473-1

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Mitchell, Fife Symington III. DVD, 2005
UFO Hunters: The Complete Season Two. Prod. John
Alon Walz. Perfs. Dr. Ted Acworth, Bill Birnes,
James Lurie, Pat Uskert. DVD, 2007. ISBN:
1-4229-3099-8
Online Movies:
I Know What I Saw:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_rev8Px2js
The Phoenix Lights: We Are Not Alone:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CS1fusC7MtI

41
WORLD WAR III
I’m 94 years old now, and I’m afraid
my disposition is the same as it was
75 years ago...
This shit’s got to go.
― Jacque Fresco *
* Jacque Fresco:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gF0M_yfkzQ
For there to a be a World War III, it stands to
reason there had to have been a World War I
and II. Unknown to most, there wasn’t.
During the periods these alleged altercations
occurred, Earth — also known as the world —
wasn’t fighting various planets. Humans were
slaughtering one another, but celestial bodies
weren’t duking it out.
When people began perceiving themselves as

analogous with the globe upon which they
resided, they fallaciously assumed their
species — akin to the Earth — would exist for
billions of years. Sounds like semantics, but
do you see humanity addressing the dilemma
of the supervolcano beneath Yellowstone
Park, or the inevitable reversal of the North
and South Poles?
No. And that lack of logic results from the
assumption our kind — like this planet — will
be around as long as there’s a Universe.
Hence, there never was a World War I, nor II.
There may have been a Humanity War I and II,
but when people are constantly killing each
other, how do you determine when one
conflict ends, and another begins?
For the sake of argument, you’ve been
concerned about what you perceive as World

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War III for years, never understanding it’s
already begun. In fact, World War III has been
in progress for decades. It became a
legitimate battle in 1989, when the Internet
was released to the public. Skirmishes were
small and localized at that point, but as use
of the World Wide Web grew, combat
escalated.
You see, the Internet was the key to the
revolution. With instant communication
worldwide, a person in Nepal could share an
idea with an individual in Nevada as soon as
she thought it. Unlike prior eras, there was no
lag time. Five hundred years previous, one
was forced to wait months before discovering
what was happening on the other side of the
planet.
For the first time in written history, humans
could converse with each other right away,

no matter how far apart they were on this
vast, azure ball. The Internet took the fight to
another level, changing the dynamics of
World War III. Suddenly, people were not only
sharing ideas instantaneously, but
understanding they were more alike than
their governments lead them to believe.
Propaganda instilled in our minds — via
brainwashing, otherwise known as schooling
— no longer made sense.
Fear of “capitalists” or “communists” began
to abate, as an individual from Montana could
chat with someone from Moscow, and
comprehend they were so similar they could
have been twins.
As such, terms like those above were viewed
as ludicrous, and factions which had injected
them into our lexicon — to divide and conquer

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our species — were regarded as the true
enemy. Battle lines became defined, and
populations began seeing what they once
thought to be their governments, in real light.
Painful verity was being exposed, and
distributed across the globe with the push of
a button. Hence, one could now learn that a
nuclear power facility named Fukushima was
melting down — open to the environment —
and humanity’s hegemonies were doing
nothing to fix the dilemma. ** We could
instantaneously disseminate information
regarding the Gulf of Tonkin incident *** ****
— perpetrated by the U.S. — that lead to the
murders of 58,200 American soldiers in
Vietnam. Enlightenment was happening, as
humans realized their governments were
knowingly destroying them.

** Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth
About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth.
Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
*** The Fog of War: Eleven Lessons from the Life of
Robert S. McNamara:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poz_GgwabZU
**** Gulf of Tonkin Incident:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gulf_of_tonkin_incident
In addition, profundity took a leap of
paradigm shifting proportions, as the Internet
provided access to the most extensive library
in known history; a repository that put the
Ancient Library of Alexandria to shame. As a
bonus, this warehouse of knowledge was
accessible to anyone from anywhere.
Unfortunate or otherwise, most humans
misused this resource that was essential to
their survival. Vapid Internet sites — which

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allowed a person to inform nearly any human
on the planet where and when they were
taking their latest shit — were accessed most
often by the majority of the population.
Indecipherable messages were typed with
thumbs, as the already borderline-illiterate
populace became even more obtuse.
Regardless, during this epoch, more humans
were able to read than at any other known
period in history. Hence, awareness
increased, and a division between those who
understood what was happening, and the
ignorant, developed. Those uninformed
continued to support the very regimes that
were killing them, and had no idea World War
III was even occurring. Those enlightened
began to grow in numbers, as they fought this
silent battle to keep humanity from being
exterminated. ***** Separation was

apparent, and yet solidarity among all walks
of humans was, as well.
***** Culture in Decline:
http://www.cultureindecline.com/
As such, the gap between governments —
who had always historically sought control —
and their populations, widened.
As of the writing of these words, the outcome
of World War III had yet to be determined.
Sources:
Books:
Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About
the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea
Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340

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Movies:
The Fog of War: Eleven Lessons from the Life of
Robert S. McNamara. Prod. Julie Ahlberg. Perfs.
Fidel Castro, John F. Kennedy, Robert McNamara.
DVD, 2003

51
FORD AND THE NAZIS
We look on Heinrich [Henry] Ford as
the leader of the growing Fascist Party
in America.
― Adolf Hitler *
* Black, Edwin. (2009). Nazi Nexus: America’s
Corporate Connections to Hitler’s Holocaust. Dialog
Press. ISBN: 9780914153092
“I’m a Ford truck man!”
I wonder if that means third generation Ford
vehicle owner, and country music icon, Toby
Keith is an anti-Semite, ambitious to exploit
slave labor and furtively work with Nazis.
Just when you thought it was safe to drive a
fuckin’ Ford, you discover the namesake of
said company blamed Jews for the problems
humanity was facing during the 30s and 40s.
In addition, Henry Ford dug Adolf Hitler like a

backhoe does soft soil. This appreciation was
reciprocated by der Fuhrer, as the leader of
the Nazi war machine stated, “I regard Henry
Ford as my inspiration.” The infamous
architect of the Third Reich proudly boasted
a prodigious portrait of ol’ Hank over his desk
in Munich.
So smile, Mr. Keith, as you croon with a guitar
adorned in a Ford logo. Continue to clarify
how Ford is all-American — the only truck
you’ll ever drive — ignorant a 1945 U.S.
Army report classified Ford Motor Company
as “the arsenal of Nazism.”
As Bill Hicks would say:
Go back to bed, America. Your
government is in control. Here’s Love
Connection. Watch this and get fat
and stupid. By the way, keep drinkin’
beer, you fuckin’ morons!

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What the—?! We are talkin’ Henry Ford here,
right? The guy who’s last name is on millions
of cars internationally? Founder of Ford
Motor Company — humanity’s third largest
vehicle manufacturer, in terms of sales
volume? The dude responsible for at least
one auto in countless family garages? That
Henry Ford?
The very same.
Lest we forget the Henry Ford who became a
national hero for implementing the $5
workday, during an era when it was
customary to pay employees half that for a
nine hour shift. The same Henry Ford a
considerable faction of the United States
populace, at one time, believed should be
president. Hank — master mechanic and the
man so many heralded the greatest

industrialist of his epoch. The prime example
of someone with meager beginnings, who
managed to build his own empire through
hard work. And who can forget the inventor
of the assembly line?
Funny how effective propaganda can be.
In reality, Ford’s initiation of the $5 workday
had nothing to do with sympathy for his
employees. As 1914 dawned, Hank was
shittin’ his pants. It appears our hero wasn’t
the best of bosses. Anemic wages and a
substandard working environment had
resulted in almost 380% turnover at Ford
Motor Company. Henry was forced to employ
roughly 1,000 workers, in order to retain 100
willing to stay on staff.
In a missive to Ford, the wife of an employee
wrote:

Are you aware that a man cannot
“buck nature” when he has to go to
the toilet and yet he is not allowed to
go at his work. He has to go before he
gets there or after work. The chain
system you have is a slave driver! My
God! Mr. Ford.
Again, Ford hadn’t increased wages, nor
curtailed the workday to eight hours, out of
empathy. As Henry asserted, he’d lessened
the severity of his slave driving to keep
workers from quitting, and increase
productivity.
As far as Ford becoming president, would you
feel safe if the man at the helm — when
asked if he could expand on the American
Revolution — stated, “I understand there was
one in 1812.” The same dude who attested,
“I don’t like to read books, they muss up my
mind.” A true intellectual, fearful of sugar,
because he believed the jagged edges of its
crystals would shred his stomach, when

ingested. An individual one journalist
described as, “Outside of business, where he
[Ford] is a genius, his mind is that of a child.”
An icon of intelligence many thought was a
moron.
Too bad someone like that isn’t around
today, itchy trigger finger on the nuclear
button—
Oh, wait. He is.
According to Ford’s sister Margaret, Henry
exaggerated to the point of lying. This great
industrialist hadn’t been raised destitute, but
was actually the son of an affluent father. In
addition, Ford — rather than being a
superlative mechanic — had surrounded
himself with the best in the business. Henry
called on the expertise of others to conceive

his vehicles. Contrary to popular fallacy, Ford
didn’t create the assembly line; he simply
improved on the existing design.
Yeah, Hank was a real gem, in the same way a
polished, petrified turd might be. Thus, when
he began speaking ill of Jews — blaming them
for troubles suffered by humans — it wasn’t
a big stretch for Henry. Suffice it to say, Ford
fell into the bullshit quicksand so many bigots
do, displaying his one cylinder mind for
humanity to see.
Henry went so far as to author a book — The
International Jew — berating what he termed
“bad” devotees to Judaism. Equally insane
individuals — called Nazis — got their creepy
hands on the text, busting that shit-filled
pinata wide open.
When the Third Reich took control of

Germany, copies of Henry’s tome —
bedecked with the names Ford and Hitler on
their covers — were distributed to schools
and Nazi offices across the country.
In the words of the Fuhrer, “The book is being
circulated to millions throughout Germany.”
Well, there’s a blow to starving artists
who’ve been poundin’ away at the keyboard
for the past 25 years, relegated to self-
publishing. I — and others like me —
distribute truths for the betterment of
humans, and nobody reads the material.
Along comes some psycho with cash, and
millions gorge themselves on the lunacy he’s
propagating.
According to Baldur von Schirach — leader of
the Hitler Youth and notorious Nazi governor
of Vienna:

The decisive anti-Semitic book which I
read at that time, and the book which
inﬂuenced my comrades was Henry
Ford’s book, The International Jew. I
read it and became anti-Semitic. This
book made in those days a great
impression on my friends and myself,
because we saw in Henry Ford the
representative of success, also the
representative of a progressive social
policy. In the poverty-stricken and
wretched Germany of the time, youth
looked toward America, and…it was
Henry Ford who, to us, represented
America…If he said the Jews were to
blame, naturally we believed him.
Being an idiot isn’t a crime. If it were, there
wouldn’t be enough prison cells to hold all the
violators. There is, however, impropriety
associated with forcing people into slave
labor, and working them amid concentration
camp conditions. One can easily assign
malfeasance to those who assist in the
slaughter of millions of humans. Of these two
transgressions, Henry Ford is guilty.
Envision armadas of Ford trucks descending

upon Europe and the USSR during World War
II. Picture the occupants of these vehicles
kidnapping innocents. Visualize these victims
being taken to the Ford-Werke plant — Ford’s
German affiliate in Cologne — forced to build
trucks for the Third Reich.
For Elsa Iwanowa — one of multitudinous
individuals abducted by Ford and the Nazis in
this fashion — it wasn’t necessary to imagine
anything, since she lived it.
They took us by truck to the Ford
plant in Cologne. We were just
children, we were frightened, calling
out for our mothers, crying all the
time. At ﬁrst, they told us it would
only be for a few months and then we
would go home, but they lied to us,
they never let us go. At Ford, we were
treated like dogs, thrown into a
barracks without any heat, running
water or sewage. It was freezing in the
winter, terrible, just terrible. The
bunks had no mattresses, just wooden
planks with a little straw and they only
fed us a bowl of cabbage and water
broth twice a day with a slice of bread.

We were always hungry. I sat all day
dreaming about food. If you asked for
seconds, they would beat you.
I was forced to work from seven in the
morning until seven at night drilling
holes in engine blocks while the
foremen, who were like animals,
supervised us. We had no names, only
numbers. Whenever a worker got sick,
they took them away. We later heard
they were shot. If we didn’t meet our
quota, we were beaten.
Robert Schmidt — company manager of the
Ford-Werke plant in 1942 — asserted:
It depends upon our work whether the
front can be supplied with its
necessities…therefore, we too are
soldiers of the Fuhrer.
That’s not distressing, nor the type of quote
you’d expect to hear from somebody working
on Toby Keith’s pickup. Maybe the Ford
Truck Man video should feature assembly
line workers being executed, and a swastika
replacing the Ford logo on Mr. Keith’s guitar.

Nazi armaments minister Albert Speer
promised to provide 12,000 concentration
camp prisoners for the German auto industry,
which he asserted was crucial to the success
of the Third Reich. As such, Buchenwald — an
infamous incarceration facility — sent a
continuous cascade of detainees to Ford-
Werke throughout the war.
One may squabble Ford was coerced by the
Third Reich to use slave laborers. They’d be
wrong. Ford purchased these incarcerates by
choice. What’s more, Ford employees could
have treated these captives any way they
desired. As it was, they decided to abuse
them. When Allied military finally overran the
Ford-Werke plant, it was ascertained most of
the Russian female slaves had contracted
venereal diseases, indicating they’d been
raped by the Ford employees.

Keep singin’, Toby!
Imagine how shocked American soldiers must
have been, hitting the battlefield, only to be
met by Third Reich battalions driving Ford
vehicles. More than 30% of the Nazi
regime’s trucks had been produced by Ford.
According to a 1945 U.S. Army report:
Ford increasingly resorted to use of
prisoners of war and other slave
labor…The foreigners employed rose
to over 40 percent of its labor supply
in 1944. The usual Nazi
discriminations in wages and working
conditions were practiced.
Even though other American corporations in
Germany were seized by Hitler’s Third Reich
after the U.S. entered the war, Ford-Werke
was left to continue operations unhindered.
In fact, profits were safeguarded in private
accounts, so Ford could collect them

following the culmination of the bloodshed.
Henry, himself, was awarded the Nazi Grand
Cross of the Order of the German Eagle —
reserved for “foreigners who have been of
special service to the Reich.”
And what did Elsa Iwanowa receive?
According to this kidnapped slave laborer,
she was never paid by Ford-Werke. Rather, in
1995, she was provided a free tour of the
plant as it stood then, and given a small Ford
commemorative pin as compensation.
As an addendum, Ford-Werke produced the
turbines used in Nazi V-2 rockets — which
were responsible for the deaths of thousands
of innocent, British civilians. The V-2 was
invented, and developed, by Wernher von
Braun — who subsequently became the head

of NASA and the Father of the U.S. Space
Program.
Sources:
Books:
Black, Edwin. (2009). Nazi Nexus: America’s
Corporate Connections to Hitler’s Holocaust. Dialog
Press. ISBN: 9780914153092
Wallace, Max. (2003). Henry Ford, Charles
Lindbergh, and the Rise of the Third Reich. St.
Martin’s Grifﬁn. ISBN: 9780312335311
Online Movies:
Hitler's American Business Partners:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMKnH2BlkBA
Online Sources:
Ford-Werke:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ford-Werke_AG

Opel:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Opel

67
SOLDIERS
Anyone dumb enough to wanna be in
the military should be allowed in. End
of fuckin’ story. That should be the
only requirement.
I don’t care how many push-ups you
can do. Put on a helmet, go wait in
that foxhole, we’ll tell ya’ when we
need you to kill somebody. […]
Aren’t y’all fuckin’ hired killers? […]
You are thugs. And when we need you
to blow the fuck out of a nation of
little, brown people, we’ll let ya’ know.
― Bill Hicks *
* Bill Hicks:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-jtJqb-q3I
War is a racket. It always has been.
[…]
At least 21,000 new millionaires and
billionaires were made in the United
States during the World War [World
War I]. […]
How many of these war millionaires
shouldered a riﬂe? How many of them
dug a trench? How many of them

knew what it meant to go hungry in a
rat-infested dug-out? How many of
them spent sleepless, frightened
nights, ducking shells and shrapnel
and machine gun bullets? How many
of them parried a bayonet thrust of an
enemy? How many of them were
wounded or killed in battle? […]
I say, “To Hell with war!”
In 1935, Major General Smedley Darlington
Butler wrote the above citation in his book
War is a Racket. At that period, “Old Gimlet
Eye” — as Butler was known — was the most
decorated U.S. Marine in history. Today,
Smedley remains one of a handful of
individuals so highly revered in this
department of the armed forces.
Why would such an esteemed personage
blatantly attack war — the act that afforded
him great approbation? Because Butler
understood he was nothing more than a “high
class muscleman for Big Business.” He

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realized soldiers were no more than "cannon
fodder” for corporations. He comprehended
war was an implement by which hegemonies
pitted individuals against one another, and
thus profited.
“I spent 33 years and four months in active
military service and during that period I spent
most of my time as a high class muscleman
for Big Business, for Wall Street and the
bankers,” asserted this war veteran.
In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster
for capitalism. I helped make Mexico
and especially Tampico safe for
American oil interests in 1914. I
helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent
place for the National City Bank boys
to collect revenues in. I helped in the
raping of half a dozen Central
American republics for the beneﬁt of
Wall Street. I helped purify Nicaragua
for the International Banking House of
Brown Brothers in 1902–1912. I
brought light to the Dominican
Republic for the American sugar
interests in 1916. I helped make
Honduras right for the American fruit

companies in 1903. In China in 1927 I
helped see to it that Standard Oil went
on its way unmolested. Looking back
on it, I might have given Al Capone a
few hints. The best he could do was to
operate his racket in three districts. I
operated on three continents.
Soldiers not only bear the weight of
sacrificing their own lives — as well as those
they’re willing to kill — they’re also forced to
pay in other ways. According to Smedley
Butler:
Boys with a normal viewpoint were
taken out of the ﬁelds and offices and
factories and classrooms and put into
the ranks. There they were remolded;
they were made over; they were made
to “about face,” to regard murder as
the order of the day. They were put
shoulder to shoulder and, through
mass psychology, they were entirely
changed. We used them for a couple
of years and trained them to think
nothing at all of killing or of being
killed. […]
In the World War, we used propaganda
to make the boys accept conscription.
They were made to feel ashamed if
they didn’t join the army.

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So vicious was this war propaganda
that even God was brought into it.
With few exceptions our clergymen
joined in the clamor to kill, kill, kill. To
kill the Germans. God is on our side…
it is His will that the Germans be
killed.
Although life is the ultimate sacrifice we’re
currently aware of, soldiers willing to die still
hadn’t given enough. The powers that be
demanded more. Hence, during World War I,
assassins sent to perish in battle were forced
to monetarily shoulder a considerable portion
of the bloodshed. To quote Butler:
Thus, having stuffed patriotism down
their throats, it was decided to make
them help pay for the war, too. So, we
gave them the large salary of $30 a
month. […]
Half of that wage (just a little more
than a riveter in a shipyard or a
laborer in a munitions factory safe at
home made in a day) was promptly
taken from him to support his
dependents, so that they would not
become a charge upon his
community. Then we paid him what
amounted to accident insurance ―

something the employer pays for in an
enlightened state ― and that cost him
$6 a month. He had less than $9 a
month left.
Then, the most crowning insolence of
all ― he was virtually blackjacked into
paying for his own ammunition,
clothing, and food by being made to
buy Liberty Bonds. Most soldiers got
no money at all on pay days.
We made them buy Liberty Bonds at
$100 and then we bought them back
― when they came back from the war
and couldn’t ﬁnd work ― at $84 and
$86. And the soldiers bought about
$2,000,000,000 worth of these
bonds!
If War is a Racket was mandatory reading for
everyone entering the military, it’s highly
plausible enlistment rates would drop to zero.
Unknown to most, soldiers weren’t always
awarded medals. At one point, cash was their
incentive, and they battled for bonuses.
These compensated killers were often
afforded large sums solely for enlisting.

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It was after the Spanish-American War that
commanders realized their troops — akin to
children — adored adulation, as well as shiny
things. Hence, medals were offered — in lieu
of pay — and graced upon those who
followed orders best, remaining most loyal to
the noble cause of annihilating other humans.
In the words of Napoleon Bonaparte:
All men are enamored of
decorations…they positively hunger
for them.
By endorsing the Napoleonic system, leaders
could amass an army for less money. Troops
were satisfied with pretty medallions, and the
wealthy remained so, since they were able to
retain far more cash.
“Thank you for your service.”
It was the most obsequious and stupid thing

I’d heard, and yet everybody was saying it.
“Thank you for your service. Awk! Thank you
for your service…”
Somehow people had transformed into
talking parrots, repeating what they’d heard,
without understanding what it meant.
At 3 AM, in a forgotten greasy spoon, on the
edge of the Earth. In a liquor emporium, while
preparing for one’s latest liver workout. Even
at a porn arcade, in the midst of a crucial
decision between big chicks, or girls with
bushes thicker than the skull of a Wheel of
Fortune addict.
Just because you don some camos, and a
pair of army regulation boots, everyone
seems at the ready to suck your sphincter.

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How did any of these fawning fuckers know
the dude in fatigues didn’t just slaughter a
family of five, buy a uniform at a costume
store, and decide to walk the town for quick
praise?
Everywhere you go, folks are thanking people
in military uniforms. Soldiers are paid
assassins. There’s no equivocation here.
Look up the word “assassin” on a number of
Internet thesauruses. A primary synonym is
“soldier.” Servile suckers who praise them
are showing appreciation for an individual
who’s contractually agreed to kill innocent
people so they, themselves, can collect a
paycheck and a pension. That’s not the type
of person I’d ever thank, much less be
associated with. As I’m a civilian, one can
never be sure when I’ll be next in this hired
killer’s cross hairs.

The damned things are everywhere.
Typically in sticker form, attached to vehicle
bumpers, nothing’s stopping folks from
slappin’ ‘em on houses, traffic signs or dead
pets. The worst one has to be God Bless Our
Troops…Especially Our Snipers.
How deranged, morbid and pompous is
somebody supporting such a delusional
sentiment?
God Bless Our Troops is psychotic enough,
since, at that point, you’re invoking an
invisible senior citizen — who lives in the sky
— to protect a bunch of hired killers. Don’t
you have something better to do, like
fashioning your own stool into a
commemorative bust of John Stamos, to
honor the 20th anniversary of Full House?
When adding sharpshooters into the mix, now

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you’re asking said unseen retiree to guide
the bullets of assassins laying in wait to pick
folks off.
Didn’t the government inform us Lee Harvey
Oswald was a sniper?
Today, you see soldiers marching in lockstep
— unable to reason for themselves — all over
the place. Often, proud parents gaze on
admirably from some grandstand.
“Look, honey! It’s Tim! Isn’t he handsome?”
“My son, the expendable drone!”
“I’m so excited! Let’s hurry home and make
another one!”
“Now you’re talkin’ my lingo, woman!”

Politicians demand soldiers fight, as they,
themselves, sleep securely in their beds, far
from the gunfire. But weapons only kill if
there are those willing to use them. These
compensated assassins can refuse to pull the
trigger, and drop their guns whenever they
choose. If performed en masse,
bureaucracies of humanity would have no
recourse.
Unfortunately for ex-U.S. Marine, Jon Michael
Turner, he elected to discharge his
weapon…numerous times:
On April 18th, 2006, I had my first
confirmed kill. This man was
innocent. I don’t know his name. I
called him the Fat Man. He was
walking back to his house, and I shot
him in front of his friend and his
father.
The first round didn’t kill him, after I
had hit him up here in his neck area.
And afterwards he started screaming,
and looked right into my eyes. So, I

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looked at my friend ― who I was on
post with ― and I said, “Well, I can’t
let that happen,” so I took another
shot, and took him out.
He was then carried away by the rest
of his family. It took seven people to
carry his body away.
We were all congratulated after we
had our first kills, and that happened
to have been mine. My company
commander personally congratulated
me, as he did everyone else in our
company. This is the same individual
who had stated that whoever gets
their first kill by stabbing them to
death will get a four day pass when
we return from Iraq.
Jimmy Massey — a 12 year veteran, and U.S.
Marine in the Iraqi War — had this to say:
I was about to open up a meal, when I
heard a gunshot that went over our
heads from the right to the left. I
immediately stepped from behind my
vehicle and my marines were already
discharging their weapons towards
the protestors. I unslung my weapon,
and I put the weapon up into my
shoulder, and I began to fire.
When everything was said and done,
we went and did a reconnaissance of

the bodies. We were lookin’ for
weapons […] and I don’t see any
weapons. And then I look up, and
about 50 meters away from the
protesters was some RPGs [rocket-
propelled grenades] that were lined
up against the wall, and I thought to
myself, “They had the capability to ﬁre
at us if they wanted to, but they
didn’t. So that means that they were
holding a protest ― a peaceful
protest.” And then all of a sudden, in
your mind, you realize that you just
murdered some people.
Twenty minutes later, a car sped into
our checkpoint area and we
discharged our weapons, and come to
ﬁnd out that it was innocent life
again.
And then another one happened; and
then another one happened. By the
last one, I had an occupant of the
vehicle asking me, “Why did you kill
my brother? We didn’t do anything.
We’re not terrorists.”
I was so devastated, my commanding
officer, Captain Schmidt, he came up
to me and he says, “Staff sergeant,” he
said, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?
You look a little under the weather.”
And I said, “Well, today’s been a bad
day, sir; we’ve killed a lot of civilians.”
And he said, “No. Today’s a good
day.”

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U.S. Marine Corporal Jason Washburn will
probably never forget his time spent in the
Middle East:
If the town or the city that we were
approaching was a known threat― If
the unit that went through the area
before we did took a high number of
casualties, […] we were allowed to
shoot whatever we wanted. It was
deemed a free-ﬁre zone. So, we would
roll through the town and anything
that we saw, everything that we saw,
we engaged it, and opened ﬁre on
everything.
There was really no rule governing the
amount of force we were allowed to
use on targets during the invasion. I
remember one woman was walking
by, and she was carrying a huge bag,
and she looked like she was heading
towards us, so we lit her up with the
Mk 19 ― which is an automatic
grenade launcher ― and when the
dust settled, we realized that the bag
was only full of groceries. She had
been trying to bring us food, and we
blew her to pieces for it. […]
Something else we were actually
encouraged to do ― almost with a
wink and a nudge ― was to carry drop
weapons or, by my third tour, drop
shovels. What that basically is is we

would carry these weapons or shovels
with us because in case we
accidentally did shoot a civilian, we
could just toss the weapon on the
body and make them look like they
were an insurgent. […]
We were told, by my third tour, that if
they were carrying a shovel, and a
heavy bag ― if they were digging
anywhere, especially near roads ―
that we could shoot them. […]
This was commonly encouraged, but
only behind closed doors.
Staff Sergeant Camilo Mejia’s recollections
of Iraq are far from pleasant:
This time when this child was basically
riding in the passenger’s seat with his
father, and we decapitated his father
with a machine gun. And when we
went down to the low ground to
search for enemy wounded, I
remember seeing this young person
standing next to this body that was
decapitated and when I think about it I
cannot remember the expression on
the child’s face. I cannot remember
that he was a child. I only know this
because people told me later on that
was the man’s son. The man’s young
son who was standing next to the
body.

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For individuals like Hart Viges — who served
in the 82nd Airborne Division in the Iraqi War
— the barbarity he perpetrated will haunt him
the rest of his days:
I never really saw the effects of my
mortar rounds in the towns, so that
just leaves my imagination open to
countless deaths that― I don’t know
how many civilians ― innocents ―
I’ve killed. […]
And then with raids― We never went
on a raid where we got the right
house, much less the right person.
Not once.
And what of Iraqi prisoners — more often
innocent than not — who were incarcerated?
U.S. Marine Matthew Childers had this to say:
They were in our custody for about a
week. Over this week, these guys were
beaten relentlessly, and humiliated,
teased with food and water. They were
begging the marines for food and
water, and the marines would mock
them. Throw water in their face.

The detainees were FlexiCuffed by
their wrists, behind their back, and
they were blindfolded. The marines
were screaming at them to get up, and
then they’d trip them, down on their
face. They couldn’t break their fall,
‘cause they were tied up.
The marines were showing the Iraqis
pornography, which is strictly taboo to
their religion, and they made this very
obvious to us.
I saw a marine take the hat off of an
Iraqi. He shoved it down the back of
his pants, and wiped himself with it,
and then tried to feed it to the Iraqi ―
who was blindfolded ― and because
he [the Iraqi] was desperate for food,
he actually tried to eat it. […]
These guys were under custody for
about a week, and I didn’t see them
eat the whole time.
I wasn’t around them 24/7; I don’t
know how long the posts were, but I
didn’t see them eat or sleep at all.
But the desecration wreaked by U.S. forces in
Afghanistan and Iraq wasn’t only exacted on
the indigenous population. Friendly fire —
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soldiers — also occurred, attested Corporal
Christopher Gallagher:
April 7th, 2005. Lance Corporal Juan
Benitez ― who was one of the snipers
in my unit ― was on a mission in
Fallujah. He was in a hide, when a
patrol of Force Recon Marines drove
up in their Hummers, and had
mistaken him for an insurgent,
running him over with their vehicles.
The official story released by the
Defense Department stated that he
was involved in a hostile vehicle
accident that was under investigation.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve never
heard of a hostile vehicle accident
before.
Medical care — for United States soldiers, let
alone Iraqi citizens — was often
reprehensible. According to Surgical
Intensive Care Unit nurse Doug Connor — who
served in Iraq:
It got to the point where we started
calling the Iraqi patients― We’d call
them range balls because, just like on
a driving range, you don’t care about
losing ‘em. […]

The health care system […] it’s not set
up for soldiers. In fact, it seems to me
there is almost a conspiracy to not
treat soldiers because it makes you
think about going back into the army
if your health care is so dismal when
you get out, and the VA that’s
supposed to take care of you is so
dismal. […]
I had so many patients that would tell
me, six months later ― and these are
amputees ― […] that hadn’t received
beneﬁts yet. They [Veterans Affairs]
were still deciding whether they
[wounded soldiers] would receive
them. Now this is clear-cut ― triple
amputee is triple amputee. There
shouldn’t even be a question.
United States Navy Petty Officer Zollie Peter
Goodman asserted:
September, 2005, I was on a training
operation deployed out of
Jacksonville, Florida. We were
underway. My wife was pregnant with
my unborn child.
While I was on that training operation,
my wife began the horrible process of
a miscarriage. Being home by herself,
the ﬁrst thing she did was call the
Tricare hotline.

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Tricare is the health care service that’s
provided to us in the military.
The lady on the hotline told her that
she probably already had lost her
child, and that there was nothing they
could do. She asked for an
ambulance, and she was told that if
she had $1,500, they were willing to
send an ambulance. Not having
$1,500 ― on the salary of an E-4 ―
she chose not to get the ambulance,
and she called a friend of mine, and
waited for him to come pick her up at
our apartment, and drove her to base.
There’s a hospital on Naval Station
Mayport. […] She arrived there at 4
PM. She went inside, and the nurse
told her that they were closing at
4:30, and they couldn’t help her. She
insisted to see a doctor. The doctor
told her that they could not help her,
and she was turned away.
And she once again waited in the
parking lot, while she was bleeding,
for my friend to take her to another
hospital 23 miles away […]. No
ambulance was provided. Nothing. No
assistance, and we lost the child. […]
I went home on leave with no
assistance; no plane ticket. The
money that I did spend on a plane
ticket to get home left me in a very
hard position with a wife who needed
health care that I could not provide
for her, and neither could my
government apparently.

Later on after that incident, I was
discharged with no access to the VA,
no assistance with help into the VA.
Finally finding out that I qualified for
veterans health care, I found the
application online, filled it out, and
sent it in to be processed. […]
Upon requesting mental health and
mental help, […] the first thing they
tried to do was medicate me. No
therapy was recommended.
Medications were recommended. They
gave me three different medications.
The first was Trazodone; the second
was Paxil; and the third was
Gabapentin […]. My doctor did not
give me any information on these
medications. […]
So, I left my appointment that day,
and I went home, and I did research
on the medications that I was given.
And I found out that the main side
effect of all three medications is
suicidal thoughts and suicidal
tendencies. And that’s disgusting. […]
Ten thousand Iraq War vets have
committed suicide.
Stories of atrocities like those above fill
entire volumes, as well as numerous
documentaries.

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Fighting a tangible enemy — if it be another
human — is ludicrous enough. When you’re
waging a war on terror, you’re no longer
battling something palpable. You’re feuding
with a tactic.
Imagine how devastated you’d be if you were
a soldier who lost several limbs during a war,
only to discover you’d fought to pad the bank
accounts of the rich, or the egos of the
control hungry.
Sources:
Books:
Butler, Smedley D. (2003). War is a Racket: The
Antiwar Classic by America’s Most Decorated
Soldier. Feral House. ISBN: 0922915865
Iraq Veterans Against the War; Glantz, Aaron. (2008).
Winter Soldier: Iraq and Afghanistan: Eyewitness
Accounts of the Occupations. Haymarket Books.
ISBN: 9781931859653

Online Movies:
Camilo Mejia testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K0RIA-PRbXQ
Christopher Gallagher testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAhvuTrYgDk
Doug Connor testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fy-75TDRp7I
Hart Viges testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lez-mPSnZ6E
Jason Washburn testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNTVeGAQt90
Jimmy Massey testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RN5Lu94I_E0

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Jimmy Massey testimony:
http:www.youtube.com/watch?v=jS68jwnpiqo
Jon Michael Turner testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6hp8HMstkE
Matthew Childers testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRrkT8oCAJU
Smedley Butler lecture:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smedley_Butler#Lectures
Zollie Peter Goodman testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h91K6CyHE14

93
NUKES
Nothing says, “I love you” like exploding a
nuclear bomb on the object of your affection.
If such is true, the U.S. government adores
its citizens. What could be more proof than
roughly 1,000 nuclear devices detonated
upon its own people?
When you consider the United States
exploded a pair of atomic weapons on Japan
— and the devastation was nightmarish —
500 times more discharges is a living Hell.
How does one justify detonating such a far
greater number of nuclear devices on their
own populace than on those they call
foreigners? They don’t.
Even more surreal is that United States
citizens paid to be irradiated. What did taxes

of the U.S. working class buy them? A planet
deluged in radioactive fallout. Residents paid
to have themselves, and future generations,
immersed in deadly radionuclides. They paid
for a rapid increase in cancer. They paid to
exist every moment under the ominous
shadow of imminent nuclear annihilation.
But the U.S. government can’t take all the
credit, can they?
No way. Any country detonating an atomic or
thermonuclear device has increased the
lethal radioisotopes saturating the Earth. Any
nation creating plutonium, or engaging in
uranium mining, is possibly to blame for your
cancer, the cancer of someone you know, or
have known. In short, governments
participating in the production of fission, or
fusion, have put us all at risk…and we’ve
paid them to do so.

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Think how bizarre it is we send our children to
school to pledge allegiance to a bureaucracy
that’s irradiated them. What does this
scream about our professed love for our
offspring?
Believe presidents are great people? Do
great people insist on the explosions of 67
nuclear bombs in the Marshall Islands, thus
eradicating entire societies? *
* Marshall Islands nuclear tests:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marshall_Islands
So many of you reading this will do nothing to
remedy these atrocities, concluding the
Marshall Islands are a world away. In fact, this
assemblage of atolls are located in the
Pacific Ocean, directly in the jet stream
blowing west to east across the U.S. Fallout

from atmospheric nuclear discharges is
carried on the wind, and ends up back on
Earth. Hence, each thermonuclear weapons
test the United States performed in the Bikini
Atolls, irradiated U.S. citizens. Sixty-seven
explosions — many of them, by themselves,
hundreds of times more lethal than the bomb
detonated over Hiroshima — are a nightmare
to endure. This number doesn’t include the
1,021 discharges at the Nevada Test Site
(NTS), ** and a handful of other detonations
elsewhere in the United States.
** Nevada Test Site nuclear tests:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nevada_test_site
Are we told these facts in high school history
class?
Of course not. They’re the equivalent of bad
press for the U.S. government.

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Do we question why bombs are developed
and tested in the first place?
Obviously not. If we did, phrases like “for the
good of our citizens” and “national security”
would make no sense. How do you massively
irradiate a populace for the benefit of its
inhabitants?
“National security?” If you call the U.S.
home, take a flight to Moscow. When you
disembark, are there hundreds of Russian
citizens awaiting your arrival, handguns
pointed at you? No. If such isn’t so, why does
the United States possess an arsenal of
nuclear weapons targeted at a population
who could give a flying fuck if you travel to
their country?
Why would Russia have a comparable number
of nuclear devices aimed at the U.S.? I don’t

rush to the international terminal at my
nearest airport, gun in hand, whenever
somebody from a foreign land arrives.
If the citizens of the planet aren’t interested
in fighting each other, why so many
devastating weapons in the name of “national
security?” If the answer isn’t residents,
there’s one place left to turn: government.
Bureaucracies hunger to wage war; Citizens
don’t. Governments require cash from these
same residents to create the nuclear
weapons that are destroying us all. Without
financing from citizens, hegemonies
wouldn’t be able to produce these
armaments, and an increase in resultant
diseases would diminish.
You assert how smart you are, yet how

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brilliant can you be if you’re paying
governments to kill you?
How many of you have vacationed in Tahiti?
How many answering, “Me” know said atoll
has been inundated by radioactive fallout,
resultant of French weapons testing?
Who wouldn’t want to visit Palomares, Spain,
where tourists proliferate, unaware the U.S.
dropped four, live hydrogen bombs on this
village in 1966?
Headed for the luminous lights of Tinseltown?
Best conduct your research, since a
clandestine nuclear disaster happened 30
miles from L.A. in 1959; a catastrophe which
may have yielded 240 times more fallout
than the egregious Three Mile Island Incident.

These events are drops in the bucket, when it
comes to the total nuclear atrocities
governments have executed on us all. Even
so — after learning these truths — you’re
likely to forget them, or convince yourself I
fucked up. I assure you the latter isn’t the
case, but I’d prefer you don’t take my word
for it. I’d rather you investigate the
reference material provided, to arrive at
what seems the only conclusion:
Bureaucracies are murdering people via
radioactive fallout.
Radionuclides are magnificent means of
massacre. Not only are they lethal in minute
quantities, they’re invisible; meaning you
could be ingesting them while reading this. In
addition, they’re often odorless, as well as
tasteless. Without a dosimeter or Geiger
counter, you wouldn’t comprehend they

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were present even after they made you ill.
And what of plutonium and uranium — both
undetectable by the above two devices?
Radioisotopes are also able to traverse vast
expanses upon prevailing wind systems. Most
of these nuclides won’t considerably diminish
for thousands, millions, and in certain cases,
billions of years. This means radiation from
Chernobyl, Fukushima and Simi Valley will be
around well into future millennia.
It’s time we know the truth: facts hidden
from us by governments. After all, millions of
people continue producing children, unaware
the aforementioned contaminates exist, and
have been created by bureaucracies we
believe protect us.
Sources:

Books:
Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth About
the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth. Chelsea
Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
Movies:
Nuclear Rescue 911: Broken Arrows & Incidents. Dir.
Peter Kuran. Perfs. Adam West. DVD, 2005. ISBN:
1-58565-922-3
Radio Bikini. Dir. Robert Stone. Perfs. Kilon Bauno,
John Smitherman. DVD, 1988
Online Movies:
Nuclear Rescue 911: Broken Arrows & Incidents:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRjxTYfbrvk
Radio Bikini:
http://www.youtube.com.watch?v=kmyH0cNVhyA

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Los Angeles' Nuclear Nightmare
When it comes to nuclear reactor accidents,
the top three — in terms of radioactive
fallout — are definitively Chernobyl,
Fukushima and Three Mile Island, right?
Wrong. An event occurred in 1959 — 30
miles north of Los Angeles — releasing
perhaps 240 times the radiation Three Mile
Island did two decades later. How come you
haven’t heard about it? The Atomic Energy
Commission — a now-obsolete branch of the
government — lied regarding the mishap.
Isotopes from this accident still exist, and will
do so for centuries.
Amid the Simi Hills, the Santa Susana Field
Laboratory initiated nuclear production and
rocket development in 1948. Run by Atomics

International and Rocketdyne, projectile
engines strident enough to be heard across
the valley were tested at the plant.
Trials included a Sodium Reactor Experiment
(SRE) — the first nuclear reactor in the U.S.
providing electricity to a public power
facility. This venture used sodium, instead of
water, to cool its radioactive core. In 1959,
something that has never been clarified went
terribly wrong.
July 26th. After temperatures inside the
reactor vessel drastically increased,
employees at Santa Susana narrowly brought
the device to shutdown. Following a cursory
inspection — that lasted two hours —
technicians restarted the process. Amid
heightened radiation levels, workers
continued operating the machine two

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consecutive weeks. After readings reached
horrifying plateaus for an extended period,
employees reevaluated the situation. About
as effective as applying the brakes after
launching a car off a cliff. Lowering a camera
to the core, it was established 13 of 43 fuel
rods had been destroyed and, due to their
use over the prior 14 days, partly melted.
Should this have occurred inside a properly
protected facility, it would have been
devastating enough. However, Santa Susana
was a testing location. Thus, precautions
employed at a nuclear power plant were
nowhere to be found.
Santa Susana was no more capable of
protecting surrounding environs from fallout
than your home, a grocery store or office
building. As if this weren’t virulent enough,

the structure was specifically created to vent
radioactive steam into the air.
Due to insufficient monitoring, scientists
have yet to determine how much
radioactivity was released. The SRE was
about 100 times smaller than the damaged
Three Mile Island reactor. Since Santa Susana
wasn’t equipped to contain fallout, however,
this may have resulted in much more
discharge than the accident in 1979
Pennsylvania. Investigators speculate release
of radioactive particles in Simi Valley could
be hundreds of times that of Three Mile
Island.
The Atomic Energy Commission erroneously
asserted only one of the nuclear fuel rods
was damaged and, at that, minimally.
Good luck finding these facts on Los Angeles'

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tourism brochures. L.A., baby: Home to more
plastic faces than a Barbie factory, what
remains of Matt LeBlanc’s career, and one of
history’s worst nuclear nightmares.
Sources:
Books:
Smith, Gar. (2012). Nuclear Roulette: The Truth
About the Most Dangerous Energy Source on Earth.
Chelsea Green Publishing. ISBN: 9781603584340
Online Movies:
The Simi Valley Incident:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jAHmaEs5cYU

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Spain Deserved to Be Nuked
When envisioning nefarious faces throughout
history, certain personages come to mind —
Adolf Hitler, Ted Bundy — but who
conceptualizes a whole country, let alone a
nation like Spain? Similar to admiring
comedian Steven Wright’s hairstyle, it’s a
rarity. So why did the United States drop four
hydrogen bombs on this commonwealth in
1966?
Refueling a plane in midair sounds more
problematic than viewing one’s own asshole
without a camera or a mirror. This was the
case on January 17th of the aforementioned
year, when a U.S. B-52G and a KC-135
tanker collided at 31,000 feet, off Spain’s
coast. The refueling craft was instantly
decimated, after the gasoline aboard ignited.

The bomber tore into pieces, and four of its
seven person crew were able to escape.
Hydrogen bombs: Who wouldn’t want one, let
alone three, landing in their backyard? If you
asserted, “The friendly folks of Palomares,”
you’d be correct. Palomares — a tiny coastal
town of tomato farmers — wouldn’t be the
same after a trio of Mk28 thermonuclear
devices descended upon it. A fourth
ordnance, of the same variety, would find its
way into the adjacent ocean, and be lost for
almost three months.
Operation Chrome Dome was to blame on this
one. During the Cold War, the
aforementioned was a U.S. directive
responsible for constantly flying live nuclear
explosives over unwitting civilians. After all,
the best way to protect people is to buzz
them with hydrogen bombs.

Chrome Dome flew a number of routes,
allegedly to act as a deterrent for potential
Soviet attacks on the United States. The
flight plan during the Palomares Incident had
B-52s traversing the Atlantic Ocean, to the
western border of the U.S.S.R., and back to
the U.S.A. With such a vast distance to
cover, refueling was necessary, and
occurred over Spain.
Planes soar; Planes crash. Continually flying
craft carrying thermonuclear weapons
means these bombs may eventually come
plummeting back to Earth, and perhaps
detonate, murdering millions. Even though I
wasn’t alive in 1966, I wouldn’t have voted
for this suicidal plan. Of course, this is why
the United States public was kept largely in
the dark regarding details of Operation
Chrome Dome.

What happened to “[…] of the people, by the
people, for the people […]”?
The KC-135 that collided with the B-52 flew
out of Moron Air Base in Spain. The name of
this installation has an accent over the
second “O,” but who’s counting?
The first bomb was recovered mostly intact
on a dry riverbed. Conventional explosives on
the second and third detonated, soaking 490
acres in plutonium-239 and radioactive
debris. Desperate, the military scrambled to
keep the incident from the media. When the
press began swarming, the Air Force and
Navy were coerced to admit an accident had
occurred, but stifled the phrase “lost nuclear
bombs.” Unable to withhold they'd misplaced
the fourth weapon — perhaps beneath the
Mediterranean Sea — the U.S. was forced to
concede this nuclear nightmare.

This final device — which settled on a
precarious 70 degree declination, 2,550 feet
below the surface — was accidentally
dropped by salvage crews and lost a second
time before it was found again at 2,900 feet.
After a drone vessel — normally employed
for torpedo reclamation — became tangled in
the bomb’s parachute, the weapon, along
with the recovery craft, was raised to 100
feet below the water line. From there, the
bomb was guided aboard the USS Petrel, and
deactivated.
Cleanup efforts of Palomares were
interesting, as Strategic Air Command (SAC)
— which was responsible for the accident —
hadn’t considered emergencies of this
magnitude. Thus, almost every aspect of the
search was makeshift. Toilet paper played a
crucial part in recovery, as U.S. soldiers

marked debris with the stuff, and rolls of this
valued commodity were used to demarcate
distances along beaches. Contaminated
earth was packed into 4,810 barrels by
workers garbed in minimal protective
clothing.
To compensate farmers for desecrated
crops, the Air Force purchased corrupted
tomatoes. Sounds like a gesture of good
faith, until one learns the military then fed
this poisoned produce to its own pilots.
Soldiers were informed alpha radiation —
with which they came in contact — could be
repelled by nothing more than sheets of
paper, and was innocuous. What the military
failed to reveal was, when consumed, alpha
radiation is often lethal. In all, it was a joyous,
potentially calamitous romp along the Med.
As plutonium-239 has a half-life of 24,110

years, continuous re-dredging of the ground
at Palomares will cause this city to be
radioactive for hundreds of generations.
Scientists continue to downplay the adverse
nature of what's occurring there, whilst
quietly recommending new cleanup efforts.
Between 2006 and 2007, 71 million square
feet of town, and outlying areas, were tested
for radiation. Technicians were surprised to
discover levels far exceeding what they’d
expected. Increased isotope deposits were
now yielding americium — a lethal product of
plutonium decomposition. The most highly
saturated region has been increased from
107,000 square yards to nearly 360,000.
Palomares is currently a popular tourist
destination. Condominiums and hotels line
the city; there's an adjacent nudist beach;

and the village now has its own skyline. The
town’s agricultural industry flourishes, with
greenhouses springing up everywhere. What
most travelers to Palomares don’t realize is
they're venturing to a region contaminated
by radioactive fallout, at levels harmful to
their health, as well as those of future
generations.
List of Places to Visit:
1) Hell. I have a theory it’s awesome, and
only given bad press by those who want to
keep it all to themselves.
2) Wherever naked women reside.
3) Anywhere but Palomares, Simi Valley,
Fukushima, etc., etc., etc.

Sources:
Books:
Moran, Barbara. (2009). The Day We Lost the H-
Bomb: Cold War, Hot Nukes, and the Worst Nuclear
Weapons Disaster in History. Presidio Press/
Ballantine Books. ISBN: 0891419047
Movies:
Nuclear Rescue 911: Broken Arrows & Incidents. Dir.
Peter Kuran. Perfs. Adam West. DVD, 2005. ISBN:
1-58565-922-3
Online Movies:
Nuclear Rescue 911: Broken Arrows & Incidents:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRjxTYfbrvk
The Palomares Incident:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tql5Nw0OOa0

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While We're at It, Let's Nuke Greenland
For seven airmen in 1968, the frigid climate
of Thule, Greenland, became too much to
bear. What resulted was one of the most
deleterious nuclear accidents in history.
The cockpit of HOBO 28 — a B-52G carrying
four live thermonuclear weapons — was
freezing. So cold, in fact, third pilot Major
Alfred D’Mario unlocked a conduit leading
from the engine that would take the chill off
things. Instead of creating more tolerable
flying conditions, though, the compartment
became overheated, as four stowed seat
cushions caught flame. Upon uncovering the
fire’s source, the plane’s navigator
unsuccessfully attempted to extinguish the
blaze.

Let’s stop for a minute and ponder the
insanity of this scenario. Live hydrogen
bombs are less stable than celebrity
weddings. Why are these potential
cataclysms being flown above the planet?
Six hours into the mission — roughly 90 miles
from Thule Air Base — Captain John Haug
radioed air traffic control, notifying them of
the situation. After exhausting all on board
fire extinguishers, smoke filled the cabin to
the point the airmen could barely see their
instruments, much less read them. Around
that time, the plane’s electrical power
ceased.
Another interjection to the military: “Thanks
for playing Affirm You’re a Lunatic!
Congratulations! You’ve Won!”
With no way to land, except for a powerless

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glide onto treacherous ice, Haug prepared to
abandon the craft. Being so far from an
outpost, the airplane was surrounded by
blackness. It wasn’t until several
excruciating minutes later pilot D’Mario
announced they were over the illuminations
of Thule Air Base. Six of the crew abandoned
the aircraft. Copilot Leonard Svitenko — who
had no access to an ejection seat — was
killed whilst attempting to exit the plane via a
hatch in the fuselage.
While Haug and D’Mario landed inside the
confines of the military facility, three other
crew members were rescued within one and a
half miles of the base.
Captain Curtis R. Criss was discovered by dog
teams roughly 21 hours later, in −23 degree
Fahrenheit temperatures. Having suffered

hypothermia atop an ice floe, the officer had
only been able to survive due to his
parachute, which he’d wrapped around
himself for heat.
Upon abandonment, the plane became a toxic
ghost ship — nuclear cargo aboard without a
crew. Hurtling forth at speeds exceeding 500
miles per hour, the craft descended and
exploded into the ice of North Star Bay, at
least seven miles beyond Thule Air Base.
The resultant fireball was the ultimate dirty
bomb — a radioactive munition combined
with traditional explosives — as the
conventional propellants within all four
weapons detonated. Fortunately, no fissile
discharges were triggered, and the blasts
weren’t intense enough to initiate a critical
reaction.

The temperature of the resulting fire, due to
225,000 pounds of airplane fuel, melted a
sizable hole through the ground — which
consisted of solid ice. As a result, debris and
whatever was left of the bombs, sunk to the
floor of the ocean below. A 2,200 foot
swatch of ice was stained black by aviation
fuel and highly radioactive discharge —
including americium, plutonium, tritium and
uranium.
From this catastrophe, Project Crested Ice —
a cleanup operation about as efficacious as
opening a snowplow business in Miami, Florida
— was born. Conversationally designated Dr.
Freezelove, this mitigatory undertaking was
a race against time. With spring imminent,
portions of ice mass would melt, resulting in
radioactive areas sinking, thus contaminating
the oceans.

What was known as the “zero line”
demarcated a one by three mile expanse
where Geiger counters were picking up high
levels of alpha radiation. With temperatures
averaging −40 degrees Fahrenheit, and 90
mile per hour winds, workers toiled in
continual darkness, save for the generator
lights of a makeshift compound.
In the end, approximately 700 individuals
labored for nine months to assuage the
cataclysm, and prevent a greater
catastrophe. Often, these frigid souls worked
with insufficient protection from the deadly
contaminant they were handling.
One of the secondaries — the main
destructive force of the bombs — remains
lost to this day. Although Strategic Air
Command (SAC) asserted all four weapons

had been accounted for, it was later
determined the armed forces lied to the
media. Such was an aberrant occasion in the
same way the sunrise has been a serious
shocker for the past 6,000 years.
An ensuing SAC report predicated:
An analysis by the AEC (Atomic Energy
Commission) of the recovered
secondary components indicated
recovery of 85% of the uranium and
94%, by weight, of three secondaries.
No parts of the fourth secondary have
been identiﬁed.
In plain English, the baddest part of one of
the bombs was never found, and had most
likely melted through the ice.
Ain’t nothin’ like a huge ball of radioactivity
restin’ on the ocean floor to contaminate sea
life, and hence seafood, for hundreds of
thousands of years. Military intelligence?

Sounds like an oxymoron to me.
Sushi, anyone?
Sources:
Books:
Moran, Barbara. (2009). The Day We Lost the H-
Bomb: Cold War, Hot Nukes, and the Worst Nuclear
Weapons Disaster in History. Presidio Press/
Ballantine Books. ISBN: 0891419047

127
Tahiti: Swimming In Fallout
Is it mandatory for governments to hate
anything resembling a tropical utopia? If not,
why do the sovereignties of humanity
continue to contaminate idyllic, island
locales?
For those who’ve spent well-deserved
vacation time unwinding in Tahiti, you may
find it psychologically beneficial to skip the
following. Becoming aware this atoll is
immersed in radioactive fallout, after you’ve
lounged about this Shangri-La, isn’t
comforting.
It all began in 1966 with Aldebaran — a 200
kiloton atomic test conducted by France.
Thirty years, 193 trials later, French
Polynesia — the island chain of which Tahiti is
a part — was at last released from nuclear

Hell. Forty-one aboveground trials were
commenced on the atoll of Moruroa. One
hundred and forty-seven subterranean tests
— at both this archipelago and adjacent
Fangataufa — were also executed. Although
the explosions have ceased, the lethal fallout
will remain beyond your lifetime.
France’s leader, Charles de Gaulle,
convinced the French Polynesian
government detonating roughly 200 nuclear
bombs within its borders would be beneficial
for this string of islands. The influx of
industry was, he asserted, a catalyst for this
region’s debilitated economy. The only
difference between a politician and a used
car salesman? The price of his suit.
What sparked the impassioned need to
annihilate the denizens of this territory? Had

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these people committed crimes so repugnant
they warranted the utmost punishment?
Akin to Britain in the ‘50s, the government
of France was petrified they were being left
behind in the race nobody wins — that of
nuclear arms. As a result, this Parisian nation
catapulted into atomic absurdity, in a
desperate attempt to rival the genocidal
forces possessed by countries with nuclear
capabilities. France began a policy of
exploding everything it could, and lying about
the extent of damage to the intended
targets.
The atolls composing French Polynesia
housed about 75,000 inhabitants — none of
whom were enlightened regarding the
severity of nuclear tests being conducted in
their very own backyards. Fangataufa and

Moruroa were typically the objects of
decimation. Although France’s Center for
Pacific Experiments (CEP) reassured island
residents they were in no danger, monitoring
devices were recording readings near 70
times "safe limits."
Citizens were tested for heightened levels of
radioactivity, but not provided results.
Hence, these natives erroneously believed
they weren't in harm's way. After all, no
news is good news, right? Wrong. Even
though endemic inhabitants commenced life
as usual — feeding on regional fruits and
vegetables — it wasn’t long before they
realized French scientists on the atolls were
no longer eating local produce.
A clandestine Telex from the Radiation
Safety Officer stationed on adjacent
Mangareva Atoll in 1966 stated:

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Minister informed radiation not
negligible. Stop. Soil contaminated.
Stop. Await instructions for
decontamination and provisions. Stop.
It’s been alleged Philippe Millon — Chief
Doctor for the Safety Department of the CEP
— wrote a furtive report assessing the
situation after weapons trials began.
Asserting he’d tested vegetation on
Mangareva, Millon found it to be as
radioactive as that studied at Chernobyl in
1986, following the nuclear catastrophe in
the Ukraine.
In the 1960s, the World Health Organization
(WHO) suggested the highest allowable levels
of radioactive contamination in foodstuffs to
be 270 picocuries per gram. Vegetables
sampled in 1966 in Mangareva registered
18,000 picocuries per gram.
Although the Partial Test Ban Treaty —

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