Media ...

Love it - leave it - you have no choice... ...it surrounds you - and you cannot escape its touch or effect...

Media is, and should be defined as: "an intervening agency, means, or instrument”...
Media, is the plural form of a word borrowed directly from Latin.
Media is the primary means of communication our government relies on, - radio - television - newspapers - and magazines - that reach and influence our people widely, and methodically.

It is - without argument - the primary means in which a government - or other bodies of people - use to sway opinions for whatever purpose they have in mind. (..."wining hearts and minds")

For ONE example:

Long before I was "a man", like other young men, had toys - MY G.I. Joes did not fight the communists - they fought terrorist’s ... ... hmmm...
Why is it that MY generation wasn't subtlety taught to fight the "Evil Empire"? I mean - wasn't that the national threat during my adolesance? How did they know that threat would be "wraped up" - and a new one presented decades before?
What am I getting at? Everything you read, listen to, or see - is designed to make you think the way the "real" author wants you to think. It is really no secret or vast revelation to which I am speaking to my intended audience - but I just thought I would mention it again.

Read the first 117 pages of Clancy’s "Red Storm Rising" - you'll find out how the "Soviet" government got there people in a fever to go to war. I couldn't help but to think of our own government and how the war in Iran - oops - I mean Iraq got started. But I regress - what I feel about the true goal of Iraq is not for right now - latter.

Also - I read an interesting "new" book (new to me anyway) published in 1989 called "Storming Intrepid" - the buy-line: Someone tries to "pirate" a space shuttle full of SDI goodies... ...I really recommend it - not because it is good - but because hidden in it are some interesting tidbits that further verify what I have been saying all along.

We have been up there - for quite sometime...

Remember – who wrote it and why and then who was the intended audience. Not everything written or presented the media is designed to sway us into thoughts and opinions – but them (TPTB) as well …

Like my good friend said – There is ... more than one pyramid …

Sword

I am the unnamed sources…

…I really am beginning to think that I have been the victim of a long drawn out joke.
Who actually perpetuated this – and continues to perpetuate this joke is on “my list” – if only I could find the jerk responsible for this debacle. I am pretty sure it’s the same bozo who has been “waiting it out” for years…

…of all the people they could have sent to me – they sent Richard C. Hoagland – a rascal to be sure.

I mean – why?

Why … him …?

Insert wavy line image distortion here as I think back…

…In those days – I was not a big fan of a pet project one of my soldiers was working on – which he proudly called “Project: Disclosure”. This fantastic piece of well written direction if you will came from the same soldier who busted my bawls to get more info about the damm “chem.-trials”. Since the projects conception, I have slowly come around to the idea. That’s right – I hated the idea of telling anyone, anything that we where doing – or planned to do on the long term. I was an owl in that aspect. Now, apparently – I would be called a rooster. I was a lurker on the TEM website and eventually with the advent of the fabled blog become a full fledged cock-a-doodle-do truth reaching fool…

…a fool indeed.

There have been several comments as to why I choose Richard. I am going to state, for the record – I did not choose him. He was chosen by NASA – or – rather – folks who are in NASA but also hold positions in the MIL-SPEC / SPACE INTELLIGENCE. So, I did not call on him – he just sort of showed up rather unexpected one day. The story of poor ‘ol 1st LT Hogland and his “welcome party” will not be rehashed here.

The question still remains – the more I think about it – as to … …WHY HIM? I mean – NASA hates the rascal. He’s not a “team player” apparently. Apparently – he went rebel/rouge in 1987… …and they have had a certain amount of animosity about him ever since. Certainly they had enough malice [or where mischievous enough] to send him into a lions den unarmed and unprepared.
I have thought often – they must not really dislike him – or why did they send him to me and my group. They could have sent any individual to handle the whole “P.R.” works for this little silly side project.

They could have sent Charlie Frost , who is an excellent “webisode” individual who would excel if he got a haircut…
They could have sent the man, a Veteran brother, who has two speeds: Walk & Kill…

…apparently he is to busy trying to start a revolution …
Heck – they could have sent a real bad-ass whose name incites giggles from all the girls…
I tried to get this guy , but they shot him before my invitation could be delivered.
I would have taken any of the five listed here, that is, of course, wishful thinking…
So…
…out of all the options of who they can send – they send Richard Hoagland.

Why?
Why … him?
Considering the fact that Hoggie is outwardly despised by NASA, even going as far as lying about him as of late – and I mean blatant completely off the wall lies.
So, what’s the deal? Was “Project:Disclosure” doomed to fail – on purpose – from the very beginning? Was my attitude at the time we asked to have a Public Relations face for SFTG:SWORD / M33 the responsible factor in who they chose to send? Was it some sort of joke? I did not know Hoagland except by face – and only knew him then in passing as one of the only civilians talking about the stuff out there – and even then, as now – he still hasn’t filled some holes in his theory. If only NASA would give him the data – he could fill those holes. One of those holes is the D&M Pyramid, which in fact – is a pentagram – if only Hoggie would turn the fracking map due north instead of what he has now. But I regress…
Why in the hell would TPTB send this mild mannered rascal to the Lions Den ?

The “something more” I’m looking for – is still escaping me.

It’s the silly little details that we need to pay attention to.
I find it ironic that Hogland is withholding information, not only from me, but from all of you as well. Hoagland has been a member of our small unit for over a decade, and yet, he refuses to acknowledge those facts. The ironic part of it all – is that for the first time in a long time NASA/TPTB are pissed that Hogland hasn’t crap’ed all the fun filled facts we gave him and he wont get off the pot either. I think that Hoggie is withholding all these juicy facts for two reasons. One – he’s busy referencing his facts to prove what has happened to him – and – two – he likes it.
I would to.

Now we need to move on to the recent radio appearance by LT Hoagland where he has cited “unknown sources” for his “revelations”. Here are the links courtesy of long time poster/reader “The Gort”:
Part 1/4:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FsGi1Ci4uBk
Part 2/4:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQorxjXOWxU&feature=related
Part 3/4:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XLltamYzBMc&feature=related
Part 4/4:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_BF6F-OSEj8&feature=related

Hoggie had about 40 mins to sell his wares – which to me came off as him just running with the blog sphere of influence – and not crediting us for getting the information and disseminating it.
George Norry(GN) and Richard Hoagland(RH) stated out by stating that the mars rover has in effect had condensation thick enough to essentially wash the solar panels off. Possible. I like the idea of walking up behind it and sponging the dust off and then hiding behind a hill until it wanders off again…
GN and RH get into the whole satellite thing again, stating that the numerical value of the satellite – “33” – makes it a ritual happening and that this is in fact – not an accident – that the math alone involved makes an accident impossible. Granted – I’ll give him that. Of course, RH nails it on the head – which this is a deliberate act, and that this really is a war. No kidding – I have been saying that we have been up to this sort of activity for years…
GN and RH then get off into goof-ball land stating that the satellite collision and the two nuclear subs crashing into each other are related and that someone is messing with the guidance systems using “torsion” science. Balderdash. There are much simpler ways… The subs crashing into each other? – Sounds like a cover story to me – but what do I know?
RH then gets a little out there when he states that he thinks that the Masons and Illuminati are threatening the President to stay toe in step with what has already been planned. Totally disagree and wish he wouldn’t spread that sort of ridiculousness on the airwaves. That makes the masons sound like pirates and brigands… …yeah … completely unlike us… …but… …this goes to far – because I seriously doubt – after choosing him and giving him the nod that they would turn around and put the collar on him. Couldn’t happen to “Renegade”… …not on my watch at least.
Then at last we get into some meat when Hoggie states that the financial mess is do to “What’s coming”. Finally! Then we divide 2012 the movie over the 2012 special Hoggie in which shows some skin in and we get a result = Media Involvement … Which I stated years ago – would start – and happen – years ago…
GN and RH also mention the seed bank already in existence – and the one they want to place on the moon… …got news for ‘em – they are a buck short and 4 decades late on that idea…
RH wants us to follow the money – hell I have been saying that for years...
RH mentions that there is some sort of counter force of hope [hello!] and that he knows this due to the fact that the President’s first act of biz was to open up the FOIA rules. Where he is getting the idea that some of this information is privatized – I have no idea. I have never actually heard the words privatized and FOIA in the same sentence – let alone – in the same context.
Civil Service Individuals can elect to have their own documents purged – or retained. Those documents can be withheld from the FOIA for the reason/classification of National Security, regardless of the consent of the individual. This is usually done by Executive order – and it takes one to revoke one. Interesting – isn’t it?

So that’s about it on all that.

The point that I am trying to make is – I feel like Hoagland has been riding the SWORD coat tails … for far too long. Hoagland had a few things going for him before I showed up on the blogs – such as his writing on the connections related to the Masons.
Since I started commenting on the blogs – Hoaglands tagline seems to be – repeat what I say but in a slightly different way. Like the military masons in space (yours truly) – he shows up on the radio and says – look! new book – all about the military masons in space… …I say – yo’ that storm is not natural – Richard says – hey that storm is not natural… …the list of my gripes is long and distinguished – and I will not post the long list of “WTF”’s.
The biggest WTF moment is the famed “Need to know” response to me asking him – just shortly before he bolted behind Bara – if he had any involvement with SFTG:SWORD… …Time and time again – I have made the basis for much if not ALL of Richards talking points. He has referred time and time again to unnamed resources – well guess what – if it ain’t me – its partly me and everyone else here and at Sinking’s truth bar and lounge. I have grown very tired of sitting around with my thumb up my ass waiting for Hoagland to stop prancing around like a civilian – holding all the keys to the information he wants. Its god dam pathetic. If the rest of the C2C crowd knew about me and the “tale of the three … errr … two blogs” – they would be DEMANDING an explanation from LT Hoagland.

Now – at this point – so short of time to deal with this bullshit anymore – Richard needs to shit or get off the pot. He needs to either come out and publicly state(like on C2C or something) that he has never had any involvement with HHMSS/US – or – tell the truth as he knows it. He needs to publicly go one way or the other.

Its called resigning…

HHMSS

SWORD

It is starting again…

...and this time I had nothing to do with it.

SFTG:SWORD is a pioneer in space based infantry combat.
That is: Infantry soldiers in space.
We handle rescue missions, sabotage, assaults, ship to ship combat, extravehicular tactics, planetary reconnaissance, etc, etc.

SWORD has engaged in the new field of battle against the Russians – even capturing and landing one of their own shuttles. [GASP] All of this came to a head and ended somewhere in 1997’ with a truce between the two superpowers of the time – the United States and Russia. All of that is a different story for a different time…

Suddenly – we have something afoot … in space – and I am shocked [not shocked] about how and why it is happening – and shocked [not shocked] to how it is completely NOT being talked about.

We all remember when the U.S. shot down one of its own satillite as a test right? Hell, Hogland even wrote a two piece article about how it was magical numbers and all. Regardless of what they called it – see it for what it is – a lookie-lou onto what capabilities we have had for over ten years. Chances are this isn’t the first time anyone has shot down a satellite – let alone US. This was a public, world wide, muscle flexing.

Now the soviets are in on it – as where the Chinese governments prior …

The interesting thing is how suppressed this action has been in the media this time around…

Now the devil is in the details…

I found this Google article reference [sorry no link to search] – not the actual article mind you - on Russian Space Web and I was surprised by the headline: “Arrow hits the target.”
What?
Could it be confusion of names or a inside jibe of what really went down? The Russian military has a Strela – but it’s a shoulder mounted missile…nicknamed "Arrow'
What?

…the thing that collided with our communications satellite was a Russian Military satellite, called a Strela2M and is not nicknamed “arrow’…so what’s this Russian born space journalist really trying to say? …and why has the article been stripped from his website [to the best of my knowledge]?
What?!
A Russian journalist of this caliber who has wrote for many EU organizations couldn't get a nickname wrong... ...could he?

Now we get into some potatoes to go with that meat.
CBS reported a bland stock ho-hum&dumb cut/paste reponse you'll find just about everywhere buried on teh web:

“Air Force Brig. Gen. Michael Carey, deputy director of global operations with U.S. Strategic Command, the agency responsible for space surveillance, said initial radar tracking detected some 600 pieces of debris. He identified the Russian spacecraft as Cosmos 2251, a communications relay station launched in June 1993, and said the satellite is believed to have been non-operational for the past 10 years or so. Iridium Satellite LLC operates a constellation of some 66 satellites, along with orbital spares, to support satellite telephone operations around the world.” [My italics]

What they don’t mention is the fact that a Russian military communication satellite hit our civilian communication satellite. Why wouldn’t a United States military general state that it was a Russian military satellite hitting a civilian communication satellite – cover up? – non-issue? – just no big deal?
Please!

Heres more from another [lost link] site…
“The Russian satellite was out of control, said Mark Matney, an orbital debris scientist at Johnson Space Center in Houston.”

Out of control? [Sniff - bullshit -sniff]
For how long? It just managed to hit this satellite by accident? Folks – that’s like hitting a bullet with a bullet. Not impossible – by certainly not likely either... ...certianly from an out of control satilite!

Now heres something interesting from the Chinese media:
“MOSCOW, Feb. 12 (Xinhua) -- The collision between two satellites of the United States and Russia on Tuesday would be the result of a failure on the part of the U.S. Iridium satellite, an official of the Russian Defense Ministry told Xinhua Thursday.”

This is starting to sound like small claims court. He hit me – no you hit me.
It is interesting to see how major news organizations the world over respond to this sort of thing.
Especially the Russians…
…who don’t have links on there front pages either for this event.
Pravda & RIA Novosti

Now – lets ask a question.
Who was using the civilian based communications satellite?
From CNN:
“CNN is "one of the larger non-government users" of Iridium, said Arnie Christianson, operations manager for CNN Satellites and Transmission. "We do rely on it for communication in high-risk areas like Iraq, Afghanistan, and other remote locations," he said.


Really?

Americas "#1" cable news organization, who is doing constant daily reporting from this war zone... ...just had its primarly mode of communication sacked by an "out of control" Russian Military Communication satilite? ...and the best anyone can say is ...OOPS!?
And whos ass is all over this disputed region reporting?
That’s right!
The crack squad of uber-professional news special forces - just ready to pounce and film anytime something goes boom or a body drops to the ground– complete with their own ready room with a newscaster with a bullet proof beard – aka “the wolf" ...just had there ass's handed to them - by the Russian military.

Now, I know what your thinking – ahhhhh swords gone off the deep end… …again…
But let me ask you another question… …have you read "Sun Tzu – The Art of War"?
A few key elements of war are to cut communications of the opposing force, and limit, if not completely restrict the movement of your enemy.

Russia – just proved – that they can do both in one fell swoop.

At this rate – any shuttle in space conducting peace or war time operations would be the equivalent of running the whole mission running through flack the size of tennis balls. Great.
Why would anyone especially, the russians do this? [Missile Sheild Deffense ... mabye?]

Space is the new highway – it’s the new battlefield.
Any nation that doesn’t have a space program can recognize that. Any nation that has had the initiative has been preparing for is since Von Braun started terrorizing Britain with his early version of death from above. Hell, the United States started this in the thirties – any everyone has been playing catch up ever since. Sure their have been some serious players – but – they all seemed to lose in the end.
So – now it’s down to doing the best you can with what you got. Ramming your satellites - or shooting your missiles - into somebody else’s satellites - create a disruption in communications and at the same time laying a virtual [and sometimes not virtual] minefield in an area you couldn’t dare hope to control anyway… …if you can’t use it – destroy it and/or abuse it.

Gentlemen, ladies – wars have started over far less…

Why the downplay?

Is the secrect space war escalateing to the point that it is starting to spread into mainstream media drip by drip? Is this secret space war going to come out in the open with the pending disclosure and revelations?

Hmmmmm...

Next blog topic…
…its been like a month now – where’s all this hope and change? - where’s the "we choose to go to the moon speech?
Yes! We … errr … ahhh … can ... procrastinate?


HHMSS
Sword

The Duality Tri-fecta

Golden Path?
Disclosure?

What in the hell are we looking for?
I know what I am looking for… …disclosure. It seems – well – kind of odd to me, reading myself as it is – why anyone would take me seriously.
Hell, I have a hard enough time taking myself seriously.

There are however those nagging things that keep me going strong… …like that keyword called “disclosure” that hit me like a ton-o-bricks many years ago. I was living in a very small travel trailer – staying low and as far off the grid as possible – going to a community collage and working part time – basically to meet girls and keep busy. It was a funny looking place. The satilite dish was as big as the "house"...
It was kind’a surreal living there – not much bigger than a office, mostly a tiny studio apartment with wheels. The television took up an entire portion as big as it was, but that 47 inch tube flat screen fit within an half inch clearance in the area that was supposed to be space enough for a three person couch. What whe're we smaller back then?
Even then I was feeling like – well – like something was completely missing. I had skills and abilities that few had – and I didn’t know how or where I had learned them. I just tried to push all that back, back into my mind and not even worry about it.
Several weeks before the whole disclosure revelation, I had been to a hippie party where I preached gospel one night – and rolled a handful of skin heads single handed the next night.
It never occurred to me then, just how I could preach like best. People asked, I told them – I learned at an early age when I was in Army Schools – I was trained to be a priest. I just said it. It just came out of my mouth – and it was like choacking up a ball of guilt that had been lodged in my throat… …it was truth and I was finally admitting to myself after many years of suppressing it to some degree of success to the other… …after that was said – the guilt came back – and I went back to that dark place I dwelt. People asked again – and I denied it ever happened – I even threatened pain to anyone who stated it was true. They relented – and they didn’t understand. Neither did I.
Then the next night some young ruffians came by – starting trouble, wearing swastikas… …shit hit the fan when they found out I was a brown skinned preacher. It’s funny – I don’t remember feeling any malice or hatred – I remember feeling empowered enough to do the things I did without pulling my two colt revolvers out and starting to blast away. All it was – was me standing in the middle of a small clearing alone aside from the bonfire breaking noses and busting kneecaps… …no one lifted a finger to help me (damm pacifist hippies). …I hurt people horribly and I felt no guilt.
Apparently, this turns women on immensely. After the rumble had gone down, and several of the women asked there men why they couldn’t fight like that. …I suppressed a grin successfully and checked the status of my colt pistols. A man across the fire asked “Why didn’t you use those?” I apparently scared the man when I look at him for he winced when I said just loud enough to be heard by everyone: “Did it LOOK like I needed to use them?” There was real nervous laughter and then a silence so deep I could there heartbeats over the crackle of the fire. I put my 45’s back into my pit holders and lit up a smoke and starred into the fire. Someone handed me a beer, a Guinness, one of mine to be exact – and a big fatty, – I thanked the individual without even looking at him/her and all I heard was “No, …thank you.” In a whisper so low I could barely hear it.
After a while of me staring with menace into the fire, wondering just exactly what I was, and what I was becoming – the party returned to normal. About an hour later a very good looking native park ranger showed up asking around about who sent all the skin heads to the local emergency room. “What fight? There was no fight. I don’t know what your talking about!” To me there was no fight – I didn’t preach – I didn’t fight – I didn’t do anything… …yet – it happened and a deep dark part of me refused to admit it. Another part of me had broken through as well – I wanted to stand up and be recognized – I wanted to tell the truth.
I left the fire and the cold drove me back to it about a half hour later. I had seen the green park ranger’s truck leave and I thought the coast was clear. I was wrong.
She wasn’t there to bust me – but to bed me with congratulations. Turns out these bozo’s had been terrorizing all over the state park right next door to the native lands. Since they weren’t doing anything they could charge them with they had to put up with them…
It was a really crazy and wild weekend. It was an eye-opener – at least for me – being strictly military and ending up a full blown hippie party. Add one part booze, one part herb, two parts free loving women and a dash of Nazis – and you have one hell of a martini…

While I had been awakening earlier – I seriously think that the straight up freedom of the gathering fueled the nature of me to preach – which surprised me greatly – the words just came from my mouth like a flood of waters from a lion… I was shocked, scared – and yet I could not stop myself. I became someone I once knew and someone I didn’t want to remember at the same time. I didn’t want to remember how peaceful and love filled I could be. I loved it.
The fear of basically death must have pushed that Lion in me even further. Being surrounded by enemy in a do or die situation made something snap – and again I became something familiar and scary. The adrenaline coursed through me like the sweet morphine. I took my licks – but delved out more than my far share. I relished the snapping of bones and the splatter of blood. I was awash in my own giant sized ego – refusing to go down to that filth. I knew this man, he was with me always – darkness held in a vessel that was cracked and then split. Once my vengeful side was released – there was no turning back – and I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to remember my darkest most violent side.

And then it comes to this.
I was living a fine life before I remembered who I was.
Golden path? Sounds like Wiz-O-Oz… …Shit, who’s the asshole behind the curtain? Why is it when I pry the iron curtain back a smidge they put me in a mental ward surrounded by former NFL linebackers? Am I that dangerous?
I would have rather just lived my life not knowing about this duality of myself. I would have rather lived an unwitting lamb up until the day I died.
I would have preferred that Hoagland just stated – NO! I have never been in a basement in Fairbanks Alaska for a 33rd briefing. But… …nooooo – he starts writing articles about Masons and then spills the beans in a book detailing [to a point] the old timer’s duty… …what’s the working title of the next book? … “The Sword”?
“Need to know”, he says… …well – I NEED TO KNOW.
I guess in the end I asked for this.
A man broken into thirds – a saint, a sinner, and a solider.

A life of love and vengeance…It’s an infantryman’s life – and that’s the life for me…

HHMSS SWORD

All about everything else...

Well, finally…
…I can post.

Been a long time coming, and I DO have a lot to talk about. It’s always good to be back in communication with the gang…

Of course, mum was the word as far as political commentary was concerned. Regardless of the traffic I receive, both in responses from the regulars – and the silent irregulars, I was pretty much forbade to make comments on what and who and why. At this point I consider the fact that I can spread the word and provide commentary on ongoing issues, operations, and things considered “Black” by those not in the know – to be a privilege – and I did not want to risk being removed forcibly from the internet – again.
On top of that – I had made a proclamation – a premonition if you will - over who would be the next President and Vice president of the good ‘ol USn’A… …it wasn’t something that I thought would happen – it was something told to me ten years and longer ago. That was – in fact – that it would be a McCain, Clinton ticket.
That’s right – a split party ticket.
This did not come to pass – and – I was NOT shocked.

Regardless of the power of the people and what the entity I call JANUS was up to – there was no way – in my mind – that the decision made over ten years ago would come to pass. Once McCain teamed up with the Honorable Governor from Alaska [AKA: General R. Dingbat] I knew that he had lost his mind – and that JANUS would change things.

With all that being said – there really is no need to rehash the whole election process. It’s done. Any thing I would have said would be pretty much mute at this point – which was probably TOP’s plan all along.
I am very pleased with the new Commander in Chief (CIC from here on out). I am looking very forward to watching this CIC sign off on our existence. I am hoping that this CIC understands how to use our very special unit – and puts us to our already planned good uses…

Now on to other things…
I remember a long time ago when ol’ Hogland was still doing his bloging that I said to watch the media for the slow dissemination – and the grooming of the American mind – of things to come. It has been hard lately to see the information through the static – the point being that you would have heard it – been interested in hearing it – and stored it away in the back of your mind.
We have been having a lot of reports of Near Earth Objects (NEO’s) and the FACT that we are going to be able to track where they are going to be coming down from – and get them on video. Interesting. I do know one was spotted over Canada in recent days – dunno 'bout you - looks like missile command to me… …there are other links for this event as well – but I’m not going to beat a dead horse…
Also going on up, up, in the sky is some of the recent happenings on/about the moon. Hogland and Leer aught to get a big woody over the fact the NASA has re-released the Apollo images in high res digital format. Now, my question is - are these images the so called “air-brushed” images – just bigger?
There are other, far more stranger things going on that have been mentioned across the net as well – all presented here for you viewing pleasure. Then there’s Jupiter – which you thought couldn’t get any bigger… This article deals with more evidence that I feel connects HARRP, the new STRING theory, and Hogland’s hyper dimensional physics – but what do I know?

Then, perhaps more or less interesting – is the fact that the Air Force is getting jiggity – and giggity-giggity with the internet…
…First, the jiggity…
The Air Force shuts down there Cyber-Command… …no – wait … [Two months latter... BASE60...] … they haven’t … …as a matter of fact, there going to get real serious about it as well…
So – sounds like a shell game to me. I don’t know what you think – but here’s what I think...

They “shut down” the group and relocate them to some sort of secure location – then – set up a front group – complete with computer systems in the original public location. Its called a feint. It’s what I would do. The big failure to me was advertising they existed in the first place – however – I am certain that the intention was to recruit the best and brightest in a field they themselves couldn’t keep up with. Some people have said that this “new” direction would have an expansive intelligeance gathering capability for the GOV – but they never needed any help before…

Then, we get into the giggity-giggity…
Interplanetary internet … ? … Yep – I said it.
Now to me – this snip from the article is worth its weight in Spanish Doubloons:
“DTN… was developed a decade ago by NASA engineers…”
So, we have had it in use for …wha...? how long? Sort of like the F-117, which we have had in use in the sky a decade before we ever admitted that we had them at all… …How long has the gov’ment actually been using this technology?
I’m pretty dam certain that this technology has been in use for quite sometime – AND – is in use – RIGHT NOW…
The true aim of this technology I am pretty sure is for “future” astronauts to be able to write and post there own bloggs, be it on the International Space Station, or the upcoming moon and Mars missions. NASA and the MIL-FACT is trying to up the image of the Space Command for one simple purpose – funding. With the old school voter latterly passing away – the new school, internet/technology savvy taxpayer/voter is going to expect more than grainy images in black and white…
Its this kind of move by the MIL-FACT to get in gear with technology that other, smaller, military divisions are already using/implementing - that gives me a real stiffy…

Speaking of the MIL -FACT…
…what the hell are they up to? In the news recently there have been a few news stories here and there about units deploying as homeland defense – there training revolves around riot control – really? Riot control? I thought that the days of having brown shirted individuals in the street to quell rebelling populaces was something that happened in Germany a long time ago…
Then the MIL-FACT gets crazy with exploding bowling balls – I’m not kidding…
There is of course something I have wanted mounted on our BGR’s for a long time as RPG and other ground based missile like projectiles can definitely kill us…

Sword’s got a few Shuttles, but nothing like a flying submarine – which if we had – we would paint it yellow… …I guess someone in DARPA who worked on the Submarine Air-Craft Carrier put two and two together and skipped the middleman…

Saving the best for last…
…Hogland’s got to be felling pretty smarvy… …in quite a few articles his paper on a wet mars is getting third hand acknowledgement. No, they don’t mention him – they just confirm what we/he have been thinking (and knowing) all along…

Hogland should also be pleased to find out that a favorite story of his is also being treated by Pixar of all people…. …didn’t I say the media was involved in all this… …cultivation of thought?

Don’t forget to check this out as well – more on this media gem as well in a latter post…

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SWORD

Following "orders"


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A big post is coming.








And then theres this worst case scenerio:

The Land of ZION...

The Federal Government loves to hide its precious knowledge, facilities, and god knows what else in the National parks of the federal government.

I have been leading up to something - for quite sometime...
Well see if anyone GETS it... ...

A rip from Wiki:
The Antiquities Act of 1906, officially An Act for the Preservation of American Antiquities (16 USC 431-433), is an act passed by the United States Congress and signed into law by Theodore Roosevelt on June 8, 1906 giving the President of the United States authority to restrict the use of particular public land owned by the federal government by executive order, bypassing Congressional oversight. The Act has been used over a hundred times since its passage. Its use frequently creates significant controversy.

Of course, all of this is ran by:
The National Park Service...
...A Division of the Department of the Interior...

I have previously stated much in regards to the southern most “fort” - that is the Grand Canyon. We already know what’s here - I spoke of it before.
Two different, actual honest to god - space ships - found in separate but connected facilities. One appears to be a “Life Boat” - the other - is called a “Hot-Rod” - the facility seems to be completely under the canyon - or in the canyon rather. It is by all means - the highest security area ever conceived. If you look at the funding levels for this “National Park” - the funding is 100X greater than the rest of the other parks in America - and that just for the Rangers (Security Guards)...


So - yes - its there - and well guarded.
So - lets move a little bit to the North - to a area I know little about - but what I do know should perk some interest.




Zion National park.
As you can see from the images - Zion N.P. is stunning in its glory and its majesty of the Great Mothers and Great Fathers influence. It also happens to be a geological marvel. The area of course was inhabited by the Anasazi - whom have left many sites of interest. The park, while accessible - has many more areas that are only accessible by foot - two of the most hard to get permits on the park are the “Subway” and “Mystery” canyon trials - and boy oh boy - you better have a permit.

With such mountain tops with names such as: “Alter of Sacrifices”, “Great White throne”, “The West Temple”, “North Guardian Angel”, “South Guardian Angel”, I could go on and on.

Oddilly enough, when I was a young man we went to this park for a weeks stay of exploration and discovery. And wouldn’t you know it - I got myself in a bunch of trouble.
Not to far from one of the main drags in the park, and near a campsite entrance was a road that had a locked gate - with the typical federal sign - “do not enter/severe penalties to include imprisonment”.


I thought well, that’s strange.
From our campsite - I could see the single lane road. And... ...I could see the military trucks (duce and halves and five toners) entering and not leaving. I scratched my head - what in the heck are military trucks going down a single road in the middle of a National Park - I didn’t dare ask my father - for I knew that he knew that if he couldn’t answer my questions - I would still do what I was going to do.





One lazy day - of still watching them going in - and not come out - well over a dozen in a few days - I made the excuse that I was going to go for a walk. At first I headed away from the road - crossed through the campground, and out of sight walked back down the road - and behold - here comes another truck. I couldn’t make it to where I had spied a great place to hide in time. So - once I reached the fork, where it seemed there was just enough space for the truck to pull off the main drag - almost in full view of the ranger station and the campground entrances - and like clock work the passenger would get out - unlock the gate with a key, wave the truck through, the truck would stop, and the passenger would then lock the gate again and walk along the right side of the truck. I was in the brush (with its thorns) and had about five seconds to clear my hiding spot and climb onto the back of the truck.





So... ...another truck comes by, and I lost my nerve, but made sure I knew what I was doing - that I had time to do it - and considered the complete ass whopping I was going to receive if I was caught. Well - “fortune favors the bold” my father would tell me often - and this was a bold move. My curiosity overwhelmed me - and when - several hours latter - and it was getting late - I manned up and as the passenger when around the right side of the truck - I liberated myself from the thorns and sprinted for the back of the truck and as it was pulling away - jumped onto the hitch and grabbed hold of the gate. I was surprised to realize that inside was just enough room for me to sit down.

The truck pulled away, and I peaked out the back over the gate and spied on the Ranger station and the ranger going over permits and passes at the gate - seemed like no one spotted me - so good... ...now what? I started to realize my plan was flawed - what was I going to do once they stopped?
Well, I remember thinking - your committed now.

The road winded and went through several small tunnels which at first startled me but came at such regularity I got used to it. Seemed like the truck never went faster than 25mph and eventually came to follow a stream on my left. On the left was towering canyon walls and on my right the same in which the road was cut. At first we went due east and then because of the change of shadow I figured we where headed due south, south east. I marvel at how amazingly beautiful the area was.

I then turned my attention to the two large crates on pallets in the truck - they where five by five by five feet and had stenciled numbers on them - I could not pry the wooded crate open with my hands - so I tried my Swiss army knife and ended that idea when I snapped my longest blade off...

It wasn’t to long after that, that we seemed to arrive at some sort of check point. I ducked in between the two crates sweating bullets - and a good thing I did. I head voices and then the canvas skirt on the back thrown back - I could hear it - but didn’t dare peak around - more voices and a double banging and we where on our way. I guess the “guard” banged on the door - but when I heard it I almost left skid marks in my shorts.
Not to long after that we came to another tunnel, that didn’t seem to end - and as it seems the trip had came to an end. Sweating bullets I made my way to the back of the truck About a hundred yards in to what I thought was a tunnel - the truck stopped and I peaked out the skirt on the back - there where a lot of men in OD greens milling about and doing this and that. I could see the entrance a scant hundred yards away - and realized that I wasn’t in a tunnel but a very large chamber. I peaked out and watched for a little bit until a forklift came and the gate was lowered by some shocked soldier who found himself staring at a six foot tall fourteen year old weighing close to 180 pounds with Nikes, canvas shorts, a t-shirt that said “Star Wars” - with an Afro.

“Hi!” I said.
“Who... ...the hell are you!?” The soldier said. He was very angry and he was unsholdering his M-16A1.
I remember thinking - so much for post seminary school - and lept from the truck.
I stopped and said:
“My name is Michael” - and stuck out my hand for a shake. He only grew angrier and pointed his rifle at me. At this point I wasn’t to scared because he didn’t have a magazine in it yet.
The soldier grabbed a whistle from his lapel and blew it - then the shit hit the fan.
Soldiers in OD Green where coming at me from every direction - but I saw the light at the end of the tunnel - and made for it. I sprinted for it - all the while behind me and to my sides I heard “HALT” and “Stop” - hell I even heard - “ANSCHLAG!!” - it wasn’t until I heard “Stop or we’ll shoot” and “Anschlag oder wir schieben!!!” and that I really started to LITERALLY cry and haul as much ass as my legs would carry. I saw the light at the end of the tunnel and I was making for it fast...

About the time I was reaching the exit - soldiers behind me - actually started shooting at me with there rifles - I nearly shit myself and ran even faster zigng and zagging. I made it out the exit and I was still picking up my pace - and bullets actually started flying past me with there most certain deadly whiz my father had taught me about.
I spotted the creek on my left and dove for it. Bad idea. It was shallow, and rocky, and the ten feet superman like swan dive didn’t suppress gravity in the least. The impact nearly knocked me out. I could still hear rifle fire - so in my desperation I pulled myself along chocking on water I as I went with the stream pulling me along - I realized I had the wind knocked out of me. I remember feeling defeated and that my great idea was inherently flawed for I didn’t learn a dam thing.

The distance from the creek to the road was approximately twenty feet of just cliff face I looked up - didn’t see anyone - so I got to my feet - and ran down the creek as fast as I could. The creek bed was rocky and I was tearing my ankles up something fierce - But I ran and ran and ran and ran. When I couldn’t run anymore - I stopped and gulped down water - half drinking half chocking.... I jogged down the creek quite a ways until I found an area that I could get myself up onto the road. I slithered up on my belly to the road.

I was amazed that I didn’t find anyone - so I took to the road and ran west. I realized that I was still bleeding from my nose and face, and knees, shins, knees, elbows, hell - everywhere. I didn’t have time to worry about that - if I had known there where going to be guns - and people shooting at me - I would have never done this in the first place. Hell - I ruined my favorite shirt - and if I got away with this - it would be very hard to explain this to Mom and Dad as to why I was so physically screwed up.

There was no traffic either way so I jogged down the road. I came through several very short tunnels, and started to get back to the beginning of the road. I was happy - looks like I might just get away without getting shot.

Only to come out of another short tunnel to meet two ranger patrol cars blocking the road with park rangers and soldiers all with there guns drawn, and ... ... my father behind them with a scowl on his face that told me he would kill me as soon as there where no witnesses.

I did as I was told and was promptly handcuffed and told to stay where I was - as I did. Then behind me out of sight - some sort of vehicle drove up. A man walked pass me with his group of guards and went to where the park rangers and soldiers and father where standing. There was much handshaking and saluting - which to my surprise the big guy with his guards saluted my father first. I knew what that meant.

After a long discussion, some looks at me - in my disheveled demeanor, some jokes and laughter the scene seemed to lighten and finally the large man - whom now facing me was a captain with a pistol strapped to his leg and my father came over. Some man behind me uncuffed me and I was told to stand.

The Captain spoke first:
“What in gods name gave you the idea to hitch a ride on one of my vehicles into a high security area?”

After a long pause with my head down I said: “I wanted to know what was on Army trucks in a National Park - I was curious that’s all - I didn’t mean to start ‘nothin - just wanted to know that’s all - I didn’t -“

I was cut short.
The captain said; “Well, have you had enough adventure for today young master?”

I was still bleeding:
“Yes”

Captain:
“Well, I guess after this is all said and done you wont be sneaking into anymore secure areas now will you?”

Me:
“No” (I lied)

Captain:
“Well, I guess then, since your so... ...damm curious all the time... ...as your father says.... ...you’ve earned your right to ask me ONE question...”

I didn’t hesitate at all:
“What’s on the trucks?”

Captain:
“Food.”

Me: “Food?”

Captain “Food”

Me: “But - why are - “

The Captain turned to my father and shook his hand, “Joe, it was so nice to meet you, keep up the good work with your son...” He saluted him turned around and looked at me with a grin - shook his head and left without a word.
My father grabbed me by the arm and we started walking down the road, as perhaps ten different ranger patrol cars passed us. We eventually made it to the campsite - where the belt was given to me and then - nothing was else was said about it.... ...for the whole damm trip. I didn’t understand it. He didn’t kill me. Mother didn’t say anything else either. I was never allowed to go off on a walk by myself after that - my father always in accompany with me.


Zion National Park will celebrate a "Century of Sanctuary" in 2009. Zion was set aside as Mukuntuweap National Monument by President William Howard Taft on July 31, 1909.

Sanctuary?

I have never been able to figure out what’s going on there. I would just say that after my little adventure - and being in the Army awhile as a SWORD - that’s it’s a fort - a huge repository of some sort - AND - has underground access to several different facilities around it - to include the Grand Canyon, and a “nearby” military base.

Just thought I would share some of the misadventure while I have been sharing many adventures with you.

There is another story - from when I was even a “Younger” man - to a more sacred place - but that story is far more involved...

Interestingly enough ZION:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zion

Zion (Hebrew), Tiberian, transliterated Zion or Sion) is a term that most often designates the Land of Israel and its capital, Jerusalem. The word is found in texts dating back almost three millennia. It commonly referred to a specific mountain near Jerusalem (Mount Zion), on which stood a Jebusite fortress of the same name that was conquered by David and was named the City of David.

The term Zion came to designate the area of Jerusalem where the fortress stood, and later became a metonym for Solomon's Temple in Jerusalem, the city of Jerusalem and the entire Promised Land to come, in which, according to the Hebrew Bible, God dwells among his chosen people.

Through my days as a young man - when I was not in military school - we travel all over America - mostly west coast - and I have seen every National Park there is. Oh, the wonders - the history...

I have always thought - what would be the NEXT GREAT, immense, National Park with wonders I could dare to explore?


Chew on that...

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SWORD