Chemtrail Proof

Nothing funny about it. That dihydrogen-monoxide accounts for about 4000 deaths in the US per year. And not to mention how it permeates every cell of our body and causes the mind control. Someone needs to ban that stuff!
 
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MY THIRTEEN YEAR OLD SISTER HAS A BEARDED NECK, OK?!?!?!?!?!?!

Sorry I'm just a little sensitive, this hit close to home. I had all the symptoms.

My face is sore.
 
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What's the difference between "Population Control" and "Mass Sterilization?"
 
And not to mention how it permeates every cell of our body and causes the mind control. Someone needs to ban that stuff!


Nah, we just need to find a way to package it up for smoking. Then I can start dealing in back alleys to junkies for some extra flight $$$.
 
What's the difference between "Population Control" and "Mass Sterilization?"

Population Control makes people sick and less horny. Mass Sterilization is another tool.

I do wonder where the "Aluminum" setting is to seed the earth with so much metal that everyone has to use Monsanto seeds (this is, sadly, a real conspiracy theory).
 
I wonder how many people punched themselves in the face after reading that. :p
 
or all you non believers
The newer models have MD dispersion (Morgellons Disease, look up chemtrails & Morgellons), while I enjoy raining that down upon the unsuspecting masses, it creeps me out to know I am carrying 20000 lbs of alien-fiber death 50' behind me in those hoppers!
 
I think she has been sniffing some of those chemicals a little TOO much !!
 
Disclaimer:
This is not me.
Someone hacked my POA account and is making up stuff.
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Martha, one of my Mom's neighbors is a card carrying whacko of the First Order.
She believes every conspiracy theory out there. She believes with an intensity that rivals a religious fervor.
But one of her favorites is chemtrails.
She KNOWS that the government is spraying her with all kinds of stuff, and monitoring her to see the effects.
Every time a plane flies over she rushes out to take a photo. Then she rushes back in to avoid contagion.
She has the largest collection of out of focus and out of frame aircraft pictures in the world.
So...................
Dad died in 2000. When we finally got his body back (long story, for another day) we had it cremated. I converted his urn into a bar lamp, and Dad sat, happily, on my bar until 2013.
That's when Mom died. Her body didn't disappear, so we had it cremated right away.
Mom hated airplanes. And flying. Mom wanted some of her ashes scattered in her garden and and the rest of her remains and Dad's ashes buried in the family plot.
Dad love airplanes. And flying. Dad wanted his ashes scattered from a plane. If they landed in the garden, that was OK.
So I took some of Dad's ashes, and some of Mom's ashes and put them in a box, got the dispersal sleeve, Got my buddy to help, and we took off for my folks house.
Note: Always use a sleeve, or the inside of the plane will be a mess.
I then made a number of very, very low passes over the neighborhood. Martha did not disappoint.
Using some creative throttle work, I was able to catch her outside.
My buddy unclipped the sleeve and the combined ashes rained down from the heavens, falling on the just the unjust, the garden, and Martha.
We flew off to have a congratulatory beer for a well planned, well executed mission.
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Whoever hacked my POA account, please stop writing this stuff, as the real me would never do such a thing.
 
Nah, we just need to find a way to package it up for smoking. Then I can start dealing in back alleys to junkies for some extra flight $$$.

My wife bought mint in bulk order. The result was enough mint to fill about 2 gallons, which is enough to last our lifetime. Cost? Around $15 online.

I had suggested that we put it in dime bags and call it "mint" (with the quotations). First two bags would cover the total cost of the product, with the rest providing sufficient income for the 414. :)
 
Sounds like you pinpointed the neighbor as an ash hole.

If I had actually written the above story, which I didn't, I might also mention:

In 2002 (Dad's body was still missing), there was a rare alignment of 5 planets, so we took my brothers entire astronomy kit, Celestron telescope, cameras, computer, drive kit, pop-up observatory\shelter to my folks house and set it up on the dormer roof, which is the entire width of the back half of the house. We used that because it's almost flat. I also put up a couple of smaller telescopes for the kids to use. And a popcorn machine. Then my brother, myself and ten kids sat up there and waited for dark.
Martha saw it all. Nothing escapes the ever watchful eye of Martha.
Martha called the police and told them there were terrorists on the roof with cannons and machine guns and a gun turret. Martha knows about these things because Martha sees all and knows all.
The locals, county and state police, complete with SWAT Teams, bomb sniffing dogs and armored vehicles showed up lights and sirens going, guns drawn and ready for a shoot out.
For about 5 minutes things were a little tense, until one of the local pd guys, Officer Doug, (we went all through school together) explained that my brother was an astronomer and we were just taking pictures of the sky.
BUT....
The commander of the SWAT Team insisted that he and his guys had to come up on the roof. Sure says me. "Just climb out the third floor window, onto the 9 inch ledge, follow it around the corner and up the 6 inch wide slope of the old roof line, then crawl onto the dormer."
Funny thing. Not one of the SWAT guys was able to make it to the roof with all their tactical gear on, and they are not taking it off. Period.
Of course, we refused to come down. It being highly irresponsible to leave 10 kids, alone and unsupervised, on the roof four floors off the ground.
Much waving of arms and embarrassment and hilarity ensued amongst the gendarmes while they tried to sort it all out. Meanwhile my brother, myself, and 10 kids sat on the edge of the roof with our feet dangling, eating popcorn.
In the end, Officer Doug, my friend from school, came up and took our statements. Doug had spent many hours up on the roof with us when we were kids, so he knew the drill.
 
Man, if we ever cross paths I'm buying the first round. I'm beginning to think that I need to hear the story about your dad....
 
Man, if we ever cross paths I'm buying the first round. I'm beginning to think that I need to hear the story about your dad....

Dad had a sense of humor, and his final gag lasted for 4 years after his death.
Dad died of cancer in April of 2000, one month before his 81st birthday. His final 3 days in the hospital were sort of a "Cliff Notes" version of his life. We talked about flying, Indy cars and throughout the last days, he was joking with the nurses and the grand kids, and complaining because the eye doctor didn't have his new glasses ready in time to check out "nurse and angel cleavage". Late afternoon of the third day he closed his eyes and stopped talking. My daughter and I sat with him. About 3:10 AM he opened his eyes, pointed at the oxygen mask and gave me the "pull the chocks" sign. Ten minutes later he was dead.
My daughter and I sat with him until 4:00 AM then we left.
About 9:30 AM my phone rings, it's my sister and she is hysterical. I can hear Mom in the background and she is even worse.
They can't find Dad's body. The hospital has no idea where it went. It's just gone.
Can you imagine what is going on in everyone's mind? Every bad horror movie you ever saw is playing out in your head.
It took 3 weeks before we had an answer.
Dad donated his body to Rutgers University. I have no idea why. He had no affiliation with Rutgers of any kind.
Oh, and the only person who knew that Dad had donated the body was the nurse who filled out the papers, and she left for 2 weeks vacation the day he died.
Dad's final joke.
Except the joke was on him.
Rutgers sold his body, which is illegal in all 50 states. It went missing for 4 years, then we get a phone call. We found it, it's in the mail.
Honestly I have NO idea who was actually in the urn.
 
I'm afraid I had to have a chemtrail debunk session with one of my employees at a company party three weeks ago, who, sadly, is senior manager and a degreed engineer.
 
@Shepherd that sounds horrible that you had to go through all that. Just a series of bad-timed events one after the other..
 
Dad had a sense of humor, and his final gag lasted for 4 years after his death.
Dad died of cancer in April of 2000, one month before his 81st birthday. His final 3 days in the hospital were sort of a "Cliff Notes" version of his life. We talked about flying, Indy cars and throughout the last days, he was joking with the nurses and the grand kids, and complaining because the eye doctor didn't have his new glasses ready in time to check out "nurse and angel cleavage". Late afternoon of the third day he closed his eyes and stopped talking. My daughter and I sat with him. About 3:10 AM he opened his eyes, pointed at the oxygen mask and gave me the "pull the chocks" sign. Ten minutes later he was dead.
My daughter and I sat with him until 4:00 AM then we left.
About 9:30 AM my phone rings, it's my sister and she is hysterical. I can hear Mom in the background and she is even worse.
They can't find Dad's body. The hospital has no idea where it went. It's just gone.
Can you imagine what is going on in everyone's mind? Every bad horror movie you ever saw is playing out in your head.
It took 3 weeks before we had an answer.
Dad donated his body to Rutgers University. I have no idea why. He had no affiliation with Rutgers of any kind.
Oh, and the only person who knew that Dad had donated the body was the nurse who filled out the papers, and she left for 2 weeks vacation the day he died.
Dad's final joke.
Except the joke was on him.
Rutgers sold his body, which is illegal in all 50 states. It went missing for 4 years, then we get a phone call. We found it, it's in the mail.
Honestly I have NO idea who was actually in the urn.

I'm assuming you don't know a ton, but I'm curious how the donating your body to science thing works. It's been a topic of conversation in our household. It sounds like your dad made that decision towards the very end and worked it out with the nurses?

It's good that he managed to go out joking in his final days, and it sounds still lucid. My mom was there for my grandmother's final moments. We knew that her days were numbered. One day she fell asleep, and just never woke up. Peaceful, but my grandmother had already died many years prior - it was just her body finally catching up.
 
I'm assuming you don't know a ton, but I'm curious how the donating your body to science thing works. It's been a topic of conversation in our household. It sounds like your dad made that decision towards the very end and worked it out with the nurses?

It's good that he managed to go out joking in his final days, and it sounds still lucid. My mom was there for my grandmother's final moments. We knew that her days were numbered. One day she fell asleep, and just never woke up. Peaceful, but my grandmother had already died many years prior - it was just her body finally catching up.

You can talk to the hospital. They have all the forms necessary to donate the body. Dad had done it before his last days and didn't tell anyone.
 
You can talk to the hospital. They have all the forms necessary to donate the body. Dad had done it before his last days and didn't tell anyone.

Thanks, good to know.
 
You can talk to the hospital. They have all the forms necessary to donate the body. Dad had done it before his last days and didn't tell anyone.

Thanks, good to know.

A friend of the family did that. He was unable to donate organs because of his illness, but he still wanted some good to come out of it.

In his case, though, he did tell his family.
 
A friend of the family did that. He was unable to donate organs because of his illness, but he still wanted some good to come out of it.

In his case, though, he did tell his family.

I'm a registered organ donor in case I get taken out. But were I in a situation where I was dead and my body otherwise unusable, I'd be all for donation. I'm done with my body at that point and want to be cremated anyway. No point in having a tombstone, just come to PoA and you'll see most of the interesting parts of my life documented. ;)
 
I've thought about the "tombstone" aspect.

I had this discussion with my dad, especially when his brother (my uncle) died. The two of them knew what was coming and my uncle was one of those "don't make a big deal about it, scatter my ashes and go on with your own lives" kind of guys. My uncle and his granddaughter were pretty much inseparable. He eventually decided that with a grave marker, she'd still have a way to come and visit her grandpa. Different circumstances, different choices, one size does not fit all.
 
I've thought about the "tombstone" aspect.

I had this discussion with my dad, especially when his brother (my uncle) died. The two of them knew what was coming and my uncle was one of those "don't make a big deal about it, scatter my ashes and go on with your own lives" kind of guys. My uncle and his granddaughter were pretty much inseparable. He eventually decided that with a grave marker, she'd still have a way to come and visit her grandpa. Different circumstances, different choices, one size does not fit all.

Exactly. Everyone needs to decide what's best for them.
 
I'm afraid I had to have a chemtrail debunk session with one of my employees at a company party three weeks ago, who, sadly, is senior manager and a degreed engineer.
It's mind-boggling when someone who SHOULD understand math falls for that stuff.
 
I'm assuming you don't know a ton, but I'm curious how the donating your body to science thing works. It's been a topic of conversation in our household. It sounds like your dad made that decision towards the very end and worked it out with the nurses?

I can see why people would hide their desire to donate their body to science from their family. Don't know if there are any east TN people in here, but I used to work down there for a lab that was in partnership with a forensics facility called the Body Farm. Think there's been a few books written on it, so some of you may have heard about it before. It's exactly what it sounds like. Every body on the "farm" came from someone who donated theirs to science. The goal is to place the bodies in various scenarios - hanging from a tree, in the trunk of a car, lightly buried, deeply buried, etc - and then study how they decompose (how long it takes, which bugs show up at what time, etc). When they were done with the bodies at the "farm," they would either ship the bones off to another research facility or send them to this little structure on campus for incineration. On hot, TN summer days, let me tell you... the smell carried. My boss was one of the lead scientists and I had to go on-site once to do some GPR and land survey work. Never again.

As you can imagine, it's an extremely morbid place and I can't imagine knowing that my loved one was there. I was told back then that if you donate your body, you don't get to choose where that donation goes. Maybe they've changed things, I'd hope so. I would have no qualms about donating my body if I was allowed to dictate its use. But I would NOT want it to end up in a place like that - simply for my family's peace of mind.

So, uh... weren't we talking about smoking chemtrail doobies or something??? ;)
 
I can see why people would hide their desire to donate their body to science from their family. Don't know if there are any east TN people in here, but I used to work down there for a lab that was in partnership with a forensics facility called the Body Farm. Think there's been a few books written on it, so some of you may have heard about it before. It's exactly what it sounds like. Every body on the "farm" came from someone who donated theirs to science. The goal is to place the bodies in various scenarios - hanging from a tree, in the trunk of a car, lightly buried, deeply buried, etc - and then study how they decompose (how long it takes, which bugs show up at what time, etc). When they were done with the bodies at the "farm," they would either ship the bones off to another research facility or send them to this little structure on campus for incineration. On hot, TN summer days, let me tell you... the smell carried. My boss was one of the lead scientists and I had to go on-site once to do some GPR and land survey work. Never again.

As you can imagine, it's an extremely morbid place and I can't imagine knowing that my loved one was there. I was told back then that if you donate your body, you don't get to choose where that donation goes. Maybe they've changed things, I'd hope so. I would have no qualms about donating my body if I was allowed to dictate its use. But I would NOT want it to end up in a place like that - simply for my family's peace of mind.

So, uh... weren't we talking about smoking chemtrail doobies or something??? ;)

I can certainly understand the desire to hide that as well, and why many people wouldn't want to do it at all. One friend of mine (she died about 15 years ago) made the decision to donate her body. She didn't have family, but she also told very few people - I only found out about it at her memorial service. I don't think anyone knew besides the priests.

I had generally thought the "body farm" was one of the main purposes of using dead bodies. I wouldn't want to work there (or go there), but I also view it as something that's important - helps forensics figure out when someone was murdered or otherwise died, etc. That idea doesn't bother me, but I also understand why it would bother many.
 
Years ago I worked with a guy out in San Diego. He was affiliated with a University. I can't remember which one, Stanford maybe? He said he was an engineer because it paid the bills, but an anthropologist because he like it. His department had a bone "lending library". What made it unique, and important, was that the skeletons came from donated bodies, and all had complete medical histories and photographs. If a researcher wanted to see the effects of a particular disease and how it affected a certain joint or bone, they had records and samples. I asked him about forensic facial reconstruction, like what a crime lab does when they recover a skull. He said had two ladies that did that. They could take a skull from their collection, reconstruct, and then verify because they had photographs of the person. He said they were very, very good. Age progression "photographs", at least back then, involved a lot of guesswork.

Oh, and chemtrails.
 
Be afraid.... Be very afraid! They are out there and amongst us. Luckily they have found a cure for the chemtrails so all will be well, I guess.
 
Be afraid.... Be very afraid! They are out there and amongst us. Luckily they have found a cure for the chemtrails so all will be well, I guess.

What scares me more is that they vote.

Something I was thinking about - I wonder how many people using green lasers to blind pilots are trying to fight chemtrails.
 
What scares me more is that they vote.

Something I was thinking about - I wonder how many people using green lasers to blind pilots are trying to fight chemtrails.

They vote and most of them have a valid drivers license! We gat to share the road with them while driving our families.
You bring up a good point about the laser, that might offer up an explanation for dome of the nuts but I feel that most of them are just plain idiots with little regard for anyone else but themselves.
 
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