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This is how I was greeted by the first day of the new year 2015.
I was awoken by the lovely sound of geese coming in for a landing onto the lake, near my house. How pleasant, I thought. Until I opened my eyes, that is. Through the skylight, over my bed, what accosted my vision was the typical nightmare of gossamer, drippy aerosol trails, drifting across my window pane, a known byproduct of geo-engineering. A depressing site I’ve grown accustomed to seeing, nearly, on a daily basis. Right behind the freshly laid aerosol plumes came a flock of squawking geese. They normally do squawk in flight, calling order to their flight pattern. But this time, the sound impinged my ears differently. I imagined them to be crying, as they winged their way through acrid sky, manufactured by the indifference of arrogant men. I felt my stomach roiling in the clutches of the billowing sight before me!
I quickly got dressed, turned on the kettle for tea, grabbed my phone camera, although missing what would have been the quintessential shot; with geese, described above, still shaking with anger, I did capture a few images, as the Sky-Terrorists were still at it, laying down another swath of aerosol soup, composed of: Aluminum Oxide, Barium, Strontium right over my house.
Although this activity has become a regular occurrence, what makes this event so significant is that it rings in the new year. At its birth, I witnessed Mother Nature weeping in the onslaught of depravity. For how much more arrogant can the human animal be than to pursue ownership of the weather? Continue reading