SPACE-BASED LASER BEING USED TO DELIBERATELY CUT MASSIVE ANTARCTIC ICE

What the hell do you think all those space machines are that John Walston has been photographing?

Do you actually believe that your tax dollars have not been used on these secret ops? Do you believe that the government isn't capable of doing such things to the planet?

Do you really believe Al Gore's bullshit?

Mark my words on this day.The government IS doing these things and don't think they haven't planned all this out.Every goddamned politician in DC is complicit in the destruction of our world.

Those things in orbit around the planet are composed of human-alien living tissue borged into machines and the goverrnment is controlling them.

Cutting 45 miles of ice with a space laser is just the beginning.Pray for someone to stop them before it's really too late.

Could it be?
[link to rense.com]

What the hell do you think all those space machines are that John Walston has been photographing?

Do you actually believe that your tax dollars have not been used on these secret ops? Do you believe that the government isn't capable of doing such things to the planet?

Do you really believe Al Gore's bullshit?

Mark my words on this day.The government IS doing these things and don't think they haven't planned all this out.Every goddamned politician in DC is complicit in the destruction of our world.

Those things in orbit around the planet are composed of human-alien living tissue borged into machines and the goverrnment is controlling them.

Cutting 45 miles of ice with a space laser is just the beginning.Pray for someone to stop them before it's really too late.



Woe to the Earth,the Universe, and to those who created these abominations when those human/alien machines became SELF-AWARE - and they will - become SELF-AWARE.


More poor planning by the fucktards who brought you Shock n Awe.

What the hell do you think all those space machines are that John Walston has been photographing?

Do you actually believe that your tax dollars have not been used on these secret ops? Do you believe that the government isn't capable of doing such things to the planet?

Do you really believe Al Gore's bullshit?

Mark my words on this day.The government IS doing these things and don't think they haven't planned all this out.Every goddamned politician in DC is complicit in the destruction of our world.

Those things in orbit around the planet are composed of human-alien living tissue borged into machines and the goverrnment is controlling them.

Cutting 45 miles of ice with a space laser is just the beginning.Pray for someone to stop them before it's really too late.



Woe to the Earth,the Universe, and to those who created these abominations when those human/alien machines became SELF-AWARE - and they will - become SELF-AWARE.


More poor planning by the fucktards who brought you Shock n Awe.

For a fuckwit that claims to be in the Navy, I would think that you already knew military planes could do this. Oh wait, maybe it's the air force that has this capability, we use people like you to keep ship decks nice and shiny. Keep scrubbing biatch


Nah, I'm a mechanical engineer. I don't doubt we have the ability to make a laser that can cut ice, but the problem with making cuts 45 miles long is power. What can generate continuous power for that long at that intensity?

Have any of you geniuses ever seen an intact salt crystal? It's PERFECTLY cubic, naturally.

Have any of you geniuses ever seen an intact salt crystal? It's PERFECTLY cubic, naturally.



...and your point is?

Someone really needs to get pissed off at this then!

VIDEO SHOWS PERFECT 45 MILE LONG STRAIGHT-LINE CUTS AND PERFECT RIGHT ANGLE CUTS

Someone is mis-using extremely powerful, SPACE-BASED military weapons to intentionally alter the amount of ice melting into the oceans.

Video proves a laser or highly focused microwave weapon is being used; the cuts in the massive ice shelf are PERFECTLY straight. The right angle cuts are PERFECT right angle cuts. These cuts, some 45 miles long, do not and CANNOT happen naturally.

If this continues, the massive amounts of fresh water ice being deliberately cut - which later later melt into the sea - will cause a "critical desalination" of ocean waters, leading to a massive shift in the gulf stream and sudden, dramatic change in planetary weather similar to what was seen in the movie "The Day After Tomorrow."

"Global Warming" is actually being caused through mis-use of government weapons - not by normal human activity. Government is intentionally doing this and they are putting all of us at grave risk.

[link to news.bbc.co.uk]

For you newbies,meet the real Dunkin Kuntz,he's a real fucktard moron who once claimed to work for Boeing outfitting chem planes.


Abduction -- a True Tale.
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Posted by Duncan Kunz (12.13.238.141) on July 09, 2002 at 1106:

Here is my story. You may laugh at my fears, thinking me a madman. You may try to debunk my tale, believing that such evil abductions simply cannot happen. You may claim swamp gas, paranoia, or indigestion from the bean burrito. I know better. Listen.
The first time it happened was six months ago. I woke from a deep sleep Sunday morning about 5:00 a.m. As though I were in a dream, I put my clothes on, went to the kitchen, made myself some coffee, and sat down, wondering why my normal weekend routine had been so radically changed. I almost never work on Sunday, and yet I found I had my briefcase and laptop with me - almost as if I had known that I was being taken away.
I tried to recall what it was that made me do these “preparations” but the memories were simply too foggy. It may have been the three margaritas with the chicken mole at Garcia's the night before, but it could have been the mysterious swarthy stranger hanging around our table with the platter of food. Could he have drugged me?
I heard a sound outside my window and I looked out, expecting to see one of the dogs in the front yard. What I saw instead was something that even today, after six months and many vain attempts to drug away the memories, makes my blood run cold and threatens to send me over the razor precipice of gibbering insanity.
I recalled the reports from the Patriots in my correspondence circle. Reports that told of tHeM sitting there, the soulless zombies waiting and watching, under strict orders from their Reptoid masters, men in body only, with their very minds and decency stolen away and replaced with the genocidal orders of a truly alien race of overlords: Spray! Poison! Debunk!
I saw them there in my driveway, waiting, with the cold faces chill in the predawn light, in their chariot of Satan himself.
It was the White Van.
Unbidden, a whimper of terror rose in my throat. In vain! – as though I were a marionette, I found myself moving to the door of my house, still carrying my briefcase and laptop. My wife, trembling in fear, threw herself at me, as though her professions of love could keep me from my awful destiny. Staggering to the front hall, I noticed a large black bag on the floor. I knew that I had to bring it with me, for what reason I am not sure even today. I walked dazedly out to the White Van. A blank-faced reptoid slave, never saying a word, took my bag, placed it in the Van, and silently held the side door open for me.
Time has not softened the hideous happenstance of the next three weeks. I was taken to a large collection area similar to the ones reported throughout cyberspace - a collection and refueling point for Chemplanes. Passing into the reception area, surrounded by armed police, I could see scores - no, hundreds - of people like me, all with their briefcases and blank looks, laptops and longing faces, suitcases and shudders of terror, herded into small waiting rooms.
The MegaSprayers came.
As one of the many sacrificial subjects, I was herded into a line, bound into a seat. We roared westward over the ocean, spewing poisons over the California coast, the Aleutians, then southwards over the endless sea. For over eleven hours we flew, I strapped to my seat in the poison-producer, trying desperately to maintain my fragile hold to sanity by gulping liquid drugs and attempting to submerge my terror in sleep – but to no avail.
At night, its tanks of poison depleted, its hideous work done, the MegaSprayer touched down. I cannot even speak of the sights I saw, a strange race of humanoids, shorter than I, most with straight black hair, almond skin, and curious eyes.
The alien alphabet, an indecipherable conglomeration of angled paint-strokes. The ride through underground tunnels and over alien landscapes, surrounded by the curious-eyed humanoids who looked at me wonderingly and spoke a strange patter among themselves. Onward into a huge alien city, as big as New York and Chicago combined. Entering a lobby of a behemoth structure and going to the seventeenth floor.
The "meetings" or "debriefings" followed, for eight hours a day, a total of three weeks. Always the same curious-eyed humanoids, some speaking a version of English, asking me questions about my work and my deepest secrets. They kept concentrating on “details of the low-rate initial production logistics approach”, over and over again. I was forced to draw tables and schedules while all the time they simply looked at me silently.
Worse yet, I found myself beginning to speak in their incomprehensible tongue, mouthing phrases like "Sumimasen ... ano ... maguro-no-sashimi arimaska, kudasai?" or "Watashi-wa gai-jin des', Nihongo wo sukoshi-sukoshi hanasimas’, gomen-nasai."
Finally, drained of information, of no further use to the curious-eyed aliens, I was placed on another MegaSprayer. Hours later, I found myself at the same concentration camp, where the White Van waited. Without a word, the Reptoid-serf bore me to my home.
Three times this year I have been abducted! The same White Van, the MegaSprayer, the curious-eyed aliens, the constant questions. Each time I approach closer to soul-searing madness, each time I find myself speaking more and more of their strange language, eating more and more of their strange foods, answering more and more of their strange questions.
I had hoped it was past. I had hoped I could recover my wits and equilibrium. I had hoped ....
But it is not to be. I am cursed beyond measure, chained to a lifetime of abduction to an unknown alien city, where the Curious-Eyed Ones ask me questions and listen impassively as I gasp out my story.
Sunday morning they will come for me again. God help me. God help all of us.


[link to www.iwasabducted.com]

No, Pal, I'm not just another anonymous poster with delusions of grandeur. I am a former Army officer who had the misfortune of learning about this project.

That's hilarious! A similar thing happens to me at unpredictable intervals. I find myself on the boarding ramp of an enormous gray ship with other unfortunates. We all have most of our belongings in green canvas bags on our backs. Once aboard we wear what appear to be identical blue uniforms, and are forced to run the day-to-day operations of the ship. Our overseers wear khaki. We are allowed to communicate with our families, but the times we can do so are unpredictable, and I'm pretty sure our messages are monitored. Time is different on the ship. There is no day or night, only a repeating three-section cycle of five to eight hours per section. We visit many alien places at intervals that seem to stretch for months, but we find that usually only a few weeks have passed. The aliens I have encountered look not too different from us, but their languages are strange. Their food is usually a mockery of foods common at home, such as Italian or Greek. After six months of this, with the monotony broken only by these visits or strange times when we dress in environmental suits and haul fluid-carrying hoses, we return home. The truly insidious thing about all this is that I have grown to not only anticipate these times, but to enjoy them.

Wow, I want a power source that can generate enough to fuel a high-powered continuous laser beam for long enough to make 45-mile-long cuts!

No, Pal, I'm not just another anonymous poster with delusions of grandeur. I am a former Army officer who had the misfortune of learning about this project.
Me, too. I'm a former Army Officer (or maybe a former NSA guy.

Yeah! That's the ticket! I'm a former NSA spook!

I don't know what type of losers with which you are accustomed to communicating with but I was quite a well known officer in the 90's and appeared on national television many times.

As a matter of fact I was a CA officer which is Special Operations not the NSA.