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A Nasty Rumor ...

2012-01-06T16:36:00.000-08:00

In Space - “*Sound OFF!*” “I will capture this ship - I will board her - she will give me up her shirt - I will take her. She will be my prize. She will make me a home! This is our fate!” And those fellas where so upset that I taught them to dance under a net - in which we where attached to like spider making a spiders web...

In Cuba ... however ...
Shepherds ’s dick puppet. (face=palm)
That fat asshole with the Hitler stash what was his name? You‘d think I remember … considering.
And then there was Burley.
Fuck I hated Burley back then.
Fast tracker - six foot five, blood hair - blue eyes. Mr. Straight - and narrow religious minded - or at least I thought back then. I HATED those assholes - loathed them.
Mostly soaked if not in sweat then by rain.
I had to put up with a lot.In the end however - I would never change it.

Between white and dark chocolate god knows for he was witness to what flavor I was then. All I knew was that my dark NCO was seemingly three feet shorter than I … and as tough as mahogany. My apparently next in command was team specialist Wiley - a gigantic man with the heart of Frank Oz’s cowardly lion. When our two companies Alphas and Bravo arrived to see the look on the Marine Battalion - told all of us we where all fucked.

I was a US Army Captain, recently promoted… …qualified as a army Chaplin and Infantry Combat Officer, Q-course qualified, Parachutist. I was dressed in privates uniform, on assignment from the CID, and only the lieutenant knew of this. Yet was forced to endure as a private - as an informer officially the army still feeling me out after my long absence in convalescence. Awaiting forming the platoon under my hand when I returned from Cuba - the army still fleshing things out with command back in Alaska, going in as a private my idea - knowing full well there was really nothing to inform about - as the lieutenant - under the same orders had eyes the same as I did. So what could be said except the recorded history and life as an infantryman on a humanitarian mission such as I - the pilgrim?
Now this is where shit gets nutty serious and most of the keepers get twitchy.
Not to worry - This is a story of the lighter side.
I say this because those who where there - you lurkers - and passer on’s … will know of what I speak prior. Cuba was a proving grounds - for all of us

Maybe its just us natives - but FUCK! You men are MAD!What the hell is wrong with you? All you do is curse each other and stab each other in the back for another pair of socks? What the fuck is up with that? Why do you do these thing s that you do? Why is it there is no mother … only father? Now I know you all are fucking each other in the ass. There is no warrior pretense you ignorant fools! Someone just blamed me for stealing the chicken and yet I have a mouth full of hammerhead in my mouth? Hey - You assholes, which one of you punched me in the face when first sergeant Murphy punched the Captain in the face - oh what was his name..? …the roid rage pimply chested fuck that got busted. I still can’t remember that lieutenants’ name that took charge - I know he was in mortars - that is a bombardier. This was the army of the 90’s, and I, an officer raised in the 80’s on his fourth overseas deployment - and still - as god as my witness - still in my life had I not seen sin such as this. This was Camp Berkley, Guantanamo Naval Base - Cuba. This was where the people came from the Mariel boat lift came before they went to America - can’t let the rats off the boat now can we? It was an highly infectious place - as it was a refugee camp roughly of 100,000 people when we landed - and it was our job to get rid of them - ehermmm - I mean - process them.

VHS tapes where still very much in vogue back then. The movie theaters consisted of two - one basically a shanty with a screen made of white painted whatever we could find that allowed beer - and one closer in the camp infrastructure with concrete floors and stadium seating - but through a hand of fate public drunkenness and smoking was a punishable offense - thus it was empty most of the time. Our shanty theater however was packed. Most of the construction was keeping the shack tilted level that held the projector system. The screen was wood not suitable for roofs of just about every size could be found - it two was tilted as one of the large poles holding it up was sliding into the sea - directly behind it being a twenty foot drop into the bay. Men would routinely watch movies here in the full on rain until they couldn't see the screen anymore - dam the sound which couldn't be heard anyway and you wouldn't need to - we could recite the words by rote alone we seen them so many times - hell someone had put up a toilet seat - which was by high demand in any case, and fastened to the decaying and ready to fall over movie screen with four six inch deep drywall screws and THAT was in high demand that using a perfectly good toilet seat and four six inch drywall screws for a joke was an insult. What an asshole - who ever that was.
Ladder?
No. No one had seen a ladder… ...for if anyone had it probably would have been turned into several chairs and repainted. Sold and or Bartered to a man looking for a ladder.
Saw? ... your kidding right?

I hated these men.
I hated them with a passion.
I wanted to kill them.
I plotted there death every night.
No matter how hard I worked to surpass them, and I did, did any acceptance did I find in there action or there deeds in my way. They said and did horrible things to me. It was far beyond any hazing in the schools the army and put my sorry brown and white and off again sorry ass through so far. Everything went missing including my boots and nothing else one day - and there was me jogging up and down the officers beach getting all the damm sun I wished naked as I was with nothing but my combat groups. That day was fun. It was hours before someone noticed, in my command that is, that I was naked up and down the beach. Those bastards.

I would have done any evil to end it. This horrible verbal shit these monkeys threw at me on a daily basis. Everyone around me seemed insane - psychotic - murderous… Things where looking up however. I was, on daily basis it seemed, in between bought’s of drinking with the boys and dueling it out in hand to hand combat with rioting Cuban refugees that where literately dropped in our lap via what’s been called the Mariel boat lift - I know it as Joint Task Force 160 Operation Sea Signal. The symbol was a lighthouse. They even sold t-shirts.
Once on land, these peoples of the Caribbean’s they where put into camps, and guarding the camps was our jobs. Red beans and rice these people where fed and these people rioted, a lot, and when I mean riots I mean like American watts riot and Rodney king type riots with a good dosing of shit bombs and rotten food, rocks stuff. We where the font line. We where the riot quell’ers. The shield stick guys. These passionate people, they so wanted there freedom they where willing to fight for it, sail across the ocean risking there lives and the lives of their children just to be here - in my Uncle Sams land - that they risked it all. It was no surprise then, although it was to me, and shiny new recruit into the SWORD - shy to the true ways of the world. For as far as I have traveled and as many as I have fought - I have yet to meet another culture that loved to riot like this. To watch and protect, ultimately, to police them I respected there candor, and their fighting skill - but I wasn’t about to get my ass jacked up either. It seemed only with action did I gain respect with these native American born soldiers. And respect through that action I did gain.

Those bastards…
I found it a distasteful sin to strike a fellow man down - and found it thus - a necessary sin. Striking a man down in practice and in life was not knew to me. I have hunted coyotes … Having to do so to gain peer acceptance was alien to me. Bringing coyotes home was a sin to the mother - not the father.

I choose benevolence instead of megaphone against these men. After all, after someone throw his own shit or his neighbors shit at you - kicking the shit out of those responsible for covering you with said shit dose have its just rewards - and the mater is settled and another day begins. We should have enlisted them all for it was assholes -elbows, shields - and swords. Blood, sweat, tears. Least we forget the asshole dubbed the "Hooded Menace" - fond of the habit of chucking riot gas nades in the NCO hutch and nailing the doors Shut.

No, ass- whopping was off the menu so …
… what to do?

I had to set an example. I knew what was coming. My damm mother.
She was always right - I could have joined a university.
Yet I forged on, I volunteered

I cried to my mother, oh please, oh plz, send me the //Star Wars remasterd additional footage addition// release edition VHS-d Tapes Part number yadda part - number this number that letter number …. .. Oh mamma please send this !!!

My damm mother, who kicked in the door of the senators office cuz’ I went to chow one to many times. Who always had the horn, that is the mic when she knew I needed to speak, damm near hand delivered, with as much Downey as could be these things:

“Whats in the box O’Toole”?

“My mother she has delivered.”
Chocolates abound, hand baked cookies, from her and my fiancée - the blood haired blue eyed farmers daughter. Letters from everyone - and god dammed mother fuckerin star wars … VHS tapes by god! The remastered edition with all the additional footage.” -“Oh wow … Apollo 13”

“What did he say?” - :What’s that?” - “No way” “Bullshit” “Fuck that Niger” “Watch your mouth” Fuck you burley” I heard that - Fuck you Burley - what? Fuck you cock sucker! You’re a cocker sucker! Twenty or so men in a small space - a wooden shack the size of a small apartment. They would tell bedtime stories to one another - grown men.

With a deep breath, and a silent prair I thanked my mother - she had delivered to this bastard what he need most, another lease on life. A ways to a means ... I had to give it to her - she was an army mom - she knew what doors to kick in where - and when. Damm you mother. She drove the spaceship - the 1977 Ford F-350 quarter ton four hundred and sixty cubic inch powered truck with full sized camper. It was - in its flint-stone flavor the first SUV that the ENTIRE FAMILY could fit in the back of. Much like a model of a medical style hummer. My family was not small. The shell was large. The machine was large. If you didn’t hold on when mom hit the accelerator to pass going uphill on the way to grandparents you would slide off the view deck above the cab and onto the floor sliding for the back door feet first - if you where lucky... Mom didn’t care, sometimes dad was hanging off the said hatch or the roof hatch shooting away with his rifle- shit- and you just had to hold on and prey. I lived and I think it was my pathway to Jesus... I Digress ... where was I?
Jesus help me - my parents are insane! - oh yes ...

There was a big party there once on this farm. The man was on the moon ! My grandfather was happily aghast and for this he bought much fire water. Telescopes where abound, In his farming community he was a silent partner. A warrior, and his well fought for piece of the pie along a fiver delta. He lived within walking distance of not one but two federal He knew his business and he minded it - but when it came to the community at large - he was bigger - badder - cooler and calmer - and that farm it lie in the breast of the most archeological sought sites in all of Arizona. Life giver - ever lasting. I was such a child - he had the largest television a man could ever own - and when there was a new one from Zenith that was even bigger - he bought it - owned stock in it - talked on the phone with them - nonchalant - you see. He was after all - my grandfather - war hero. The chairman of the board on cool. He liked being the big deal just by being the big deal by proxy. All these thoughts I felt and reviewed as I held in my paws the latest big deal. I ignored the cat calls and the peeks over my shoulder.

“Hysell” - I tossed the tapes, “What we got here?”
He read - “Star Wars - special addition, D format” I and set him up - I bet him him twenty dollars. I looked again - saw the saran wrap was missing and thought of it as either my father or mother and hoped it was my brother - as it was I would not blame him - and we where getting letters returned blacked out - redacted as it where. We had already had that talk with the NCO’s - no ones mother needed to hear that kind of talk - regardless of what street you grew up on. Or so the Chaplin was told to say. That dammed Chaplin - ratted me out for crying. And then had the audacity to rat me out for calling him out for ratting me out for crying - I though it was confession? I know the rules the same as you … you bastard! Those bastards.

I came to the big sarge - The Knight, though he not yet know it - a sergeant of but one singular blemish, in the manner of the Hooded Menace, and whispered in his ear. A day later - and more whispering - “yes it does take VHS” - a day later - “When do we spring it?”

A rumor was spread that a new movie was floating around. That somebody had something special, and it wasn’t something like Johnny mNmoninc which was being played almost every other night being the only movie shared outside of the “Disney Issue” - being smuggled in by one way or another - rumored by the same way of Cuban cigars and fresh white cotter shirts. The theater as it where - was in a sad way - cultural unacceptable to current psychopathic humanitarians - that is plane family fair. Anything and I mean anything out side of this horrible selection of family plane fair feature was of high value and the thought of the well built high capacity outside on the east side where the lower class and higher populated … Camp Berklly … big breath … bullshit so good that had to be repeated in two breaths gives the bullish the details - to good to be true - yet believable enough that people start to show up - along the lines of the blues brothers one night only… ...we needed to put ass's in seats as they say in show buisness

It was on day sometime after all the shit of the holidays had gone down that we sprung the theater uprising operation.
Operation Poon Snatch was in full effect.
The far south theater, the shanty, ended up being the primary target as the larger inside the center of the base theater was much harder to control and it had the audacity to take "regular film". Being from Alaska - and ski masks very much needed - where in plentiful supply. Bank robbers, muggers, pirates - don’t fuck with us - was only custom and mindset I said - and this - this is star wars! It was by this logic - which was as it seemed - drunk for 48 hrs and sober and fighting like gladiators in riots the very next - the very following 48 - it was life - and in this life of perpetual drunkenness and fighting was the outside world - and we longed for it. Nothing it seemed connected more men in the platoon in which I was assigned than “Star Wars”.

“Don’t’ touch it !” cried the projectionist just before we gagged him.
So, as it where, we shanghaied the private in charge of the primary piece of equipment necessary for said nights entertainment - there we where strolling right up the wooden rampart looking like hooded thieves without a care in the world. The projector came into our control long before the sun had set. Which as it where was lend to the fact that we where able to do some tests and tease the meandering in 48 on and 48 off crew. The beast as it was called was two headed it seemed and was a big thing. It had a hatch on it big enough for a VHS tape. Of course it was painted O.D. matt green and connected via simple RCA jacks to a projector that sat in its own shipping box. Certainly it was made for the front lines being stout enough to handle a bat - more important than a bullet for infantry work as far as construction went.
In control of the devices we made several tests as and as it was theatrical trailers for movies in which where new to most men - tempers rise as the screen changed sizes and the focus went in and out for it the VCR had a index system - one I was versed in. This print on VHS had a long index which included color focus tests and the like and could be easily repeated. I was determined to have the best focus and the biggest screen - and to have the most agitated crowd before set it was, the big reveal, the knight well versed in such foolishness was willing to play along to this point - to a point - even if it included the much dammed and once removed and inexplicably returned there and forever after toilet seat theater screen bare there in all of creation and imagination plastered to the screen ... - my mother would be rewarded this theater experience - not by a stolen television and battered VCR - nay - I say - stop this scouting onto Naval base - its forbidden - and they will take them.

Rumors began of "borrowing a safe" to hide when arrived with shovels soldiers, under "orders" to dig a pit and shortly after the men started digging another man arrived with a very reluctant pig on a rope. The first sergeant knowing his part - had arrived a day earlier with part of our plan. No confusion was weaving its way into our simple plan.

Things where getting tense as the sun set. Half of those bastards where already Schlitz on whatever boose they could find - and boy where they getting pist. The rumor spread like wildfire that the of the big new movie title “The sound of music” - which in fact hand not been shown yet - and NOW the projector was going bad? Look! The MP's have arrived and they are leading the shoveler's and the pig away! Rebellion. Anarchy. Anger.

About the time the entire platoon of hooded associates was reinforcing the flimsy wooden doors as they where under assault by all manner of garden tool - for being also a sports field where even soccer and American football was played uphill was this also theater, and at the top of the hill - the shack - the banging on the roof increased as the number of beer bottles and beer cans flying on to the roof was coming as if rain. Our agent provokers where really riling them up - they had had there wild practice with rumors and beer can tossing earlier. The projector window, made of some sort of plexi glass - not being the first time in disgust some solider chucked one through the window as one would a hand grenade. Now, this window now awash, with left over swill from bounced beer cans and the occasionally breaking beer bottle was reaching the crescendo - The Knight opened the door and to the surprise of the fully outfitted in riot gear assaulting party awash in beer stumbled on in - the first sergeant beer in hand ...

First Sergeant Murphy in the lead with official looking marine MP’s rushed in stumbling - having been assaulting the door for sometime and the assaulted, the guilty party, in our ski masks standing at parade rest presenting the surprise gift to the first sergeant "- in the spirit of the first sergeant punching the now disposed and widely hated Captain in the face - if only the private O’Toole could - of course under the supervision and respect for the first sergeant - read this card if you would TOP…"

The first sergeant was no fool and hoods or not these where none other than several of his well respected men. While knowing his part up to this point, previously inclined that this would happen and the reason behind it and so on a drunken dare made it so. He did not know the number or specific names of those perpetrators except that of the knight, and was surprised wasn't the ring leader for there didn't seem to be one, but many talkative young men all still hoods on making like sinners to a confessor all at once with confessions of even the most hennas of crimes...
...constant and repeated masturbation, the finding of gay German porn in the sergeants locker, and therefore stolen, the known name of the real chicken thief if the confessor be given alibi - for shame cried the rest of black hooded fellows - and yet the Knight, the sergeant whom in his black ski mask couldn't be mistaken for anyone else in the world -handed a simple index card with writing on it to the First seargent. The First Sergeant, not unknown to these sort of young men's games, made the sum of the whole and knowing what must come next shakeing his head- this happening before - read the card handed to him by Private O'Toole - smiled that "first sergeants tired of your bullshit can we get on with it already" smile...
He cleared his throut and the Private grabed the mic of the PA system and held it out to the first seargent for him to hold.
“Alright you assholes” … He spoke - blaring through the sound system.
“FUCK YOU!” - came the reply from outside the window the culprit sure to never be caught - the empty beer missiles became more determined. Agent prevoctors
“Alright god dammit - this is the first sergeant!” Apparently which one didn’t matter - the TOP let alone the SMAG - what’s on the PA - he might be warning them of the M.P’s. At this point the TOP might as well be E.F. HUTTIN - the multitudes of men from multitudes of units - where all ears. This was not the first time this had happened - on no - the theater had been assaulted many times. Somebody in charge - they would burn the place down without entertainment - spurred on by the placed rumors and frothing at the mouth like rapid hyenas for destruction or diversion. The first sergeant knowing his place, the hand dealt him, the table in which those cards where placed, looked at the literature giving to him - seeing the factory printed label - read his card handed to him by the Knight - handed to the knight by private otoole, previously handed to him by private Hysell, and Nacho, and Shepard, and Paylow, and Galloway, Huff, Specialist Harter, Willey, Helm, Specialist Burley, and all those usual unnamed Pirates.

“Al-right - fuck you to! agggghhhh! !I will find you.", the First Sergeant yelled - this being the first time anyone had dared in a long time to openly curse him. He was beginning to ab-libb - Private O'Toole had the audacity to tap the card bringing the card back to the first sergeants attention and focus. Avoiding his hateful gaze pointed to the projector window now being scrubbed by sleeve and filthy hand - eyes peering in only to be jostled away and reappear another set of eyes - he continued.

“This is the latest edition of Star wars with the extra never before seen footage” - so hoops and hollers - along with the begging’s of a drunken chant “bullshit” bullshit” ... Not easily as wining the crowd over as he thought ... in disgust the first sergeant Murphy threw down the card and the microphone clumping on the floor - private OToole doing as ordered plreaseing the play button “Play this shit before things get out of hand." -he one fingered pointed the Knight” - And with his other hand one pointed myself “Where is your NCO boy!?” He said with so much authority and harassment that all the slouch snapped out of me by that instant and at the firm ready position of parade rest - Pointed at sad faced Sergent Jackson. He was standing pale faced beside him and followed as the First Sergeant left. Death in his eyes for private O'Toole - dammed in this deal this horrible card. Sergeant Jackson - not yet able to read those said cards did not yet realize that what was afoot was a game - and that he had been dealt the joker...
...the first sergeant having been delivered a large TV and brand new VCR from agents unknown having found it installed unannounced would have his fun with the
    The movement of the music started the cheers where vindication enough. As the tell tale words scrolled by the man where cheered out - so exasperated by there previous bought of high spirits few moments before where nearly silent. Its was a big slice of home - and big slice of escapism that held the American heart so dear that it would quell even the ,most vibrant and individual heart of the very best pirates. It was Star Wars - a New Hope - with even 33% more hope! Or so told the trailer for the feature.

After the first new scene trailer advertisement of luke sky walker driving his hover craft in “mos eilse” or what ever was shown and there was ewwws and ahhhs and slight discussion as some new digital creature was shownthe new footage to these hard fighting men was shown and the theater calmed itself - the deal being set to new entertainment of a very special and much rumored type. The few hundred drunk sailors, army, nay - even the marines, ready to burn these establishment s down in disgust - brought to a heal within a few moments - sated by the promise of a “new Hope” … the deal - set.

A hush of silence unknown to the shanty theater came over it as being the screen the sky was dark and fair only the stars shown out.and then from the black cube - stars ... no one dared make a sound.

Someone hit pause! - its even shown in the screen [PAUSE] stars, pause and the beloved toilet seat and all where aghast as the crowd erupted aghast - who was the fool whom dared interrupt this victory of the people?! What fool dare?! To the absolute horror of all in the projector room a full beer bottle erupted on the screen dead on the hole of the toilet seat to a rush of cheers- it was private O'Toole standing by the armored, highly prized and oddly enough unsecured VCR and projector system - operating manual in hand. Private O'Toole picked up the mic - as smug as the Cheshire cat. He flicked it on with just as much confidence and looked openly to the assembled cast for associates and would be protagonists - and he spoke:

“Alright, listen up you bitches, you heard the fist sergeant!” -groans could be heard in high volume outside as the young private with a big breath readied himself- “We got the new star wars - but listen up - there is more you got to hear” - you could hear with the hushed silence come those shut the fuck up's and shushes - and pokes and prods into ones silence jerking heads and pushing arms - for not the crowd could Private O'Toole of the assaulting men could see big the wall so flush to where the screen was in respect to the seats. The only indicator of a crowd the silent glitters of the cigaret cherries and the occasional out puff of a dimly lit haggard man ...
“we got all three!”, it came over the intercom - turned full volume by the First. A Pause from the crowd - some cheers with hopeful silence.
“Tomorrow night - the best of the star wars movies with additional footage - 'The Empire Strikes Back'!” - Crazy ass cheers - the crowd now convinced they have been mislead and teased for some great moment and now knowing what it was - having the next 48 hours off and now willing to play any game that came through in a great show of forgiveness. Private O’Toole continued despite his friends plee’s …
    “Next Friday will be “Return of the Jedi” - with the beer tossing competition aimed at that dammed toilet seat that we cant keep on the screen - other wise you assholes will half to watch Jedi with that dam toilet seat water mark” - more groans of confusion that due respect at this remark yet - to the annoyance of all involved at the moment O’Toole - instead of hitting play - the one button that would absolve everyone of the situation - continued:
“Alright - listen up … if you want empire strikes back and return of the Jedi - you need to donate your beer to the front door of the second platoon of the 1-17th infantry - where the third hutch down from the far northwest corner of Berkley - that’s second platoon - one one seven.
    The play button was finally served. Go full scrwwn on that link and just imagine the hell I put everyone through.

    Private O’Toole, also know to those in command as Captain O’Toole, a man whom among his peers was qualified as a hunter, and a parachutist, a Chaplin, a secondary MOS as a infantry commander - brought great joy to the men through great showmanship - a touch of apprehension, and a splash of surprise. The vast majority of the men affected with this joy, never knew of any of the men so previously named or their involvement. Regardless of name - rank- position - the seven days following the premiere of the Empire sticks back - second platoon, bravo company, first of the seventieth had a surplus of beer - a disgustingly wide supply of beer - that the premier of “Return of the Jedi: was received in such holy vehemence the only reason the movie was delayed … by public rule no less until the sun had toughly set to right of the assembled crowd… was due to the beer tossing contest against the horrible toilet seat so fastened to the gigantic screen - located as far as one could climb up the telephone pole and still reach the screen the far lower right corner. It stayed where is was fastened with much fan fare nary a ladder could be found and much hoot and whistle and other drunk escapade of three men a portable generator for the joke was that not even on there shoulders could they reach with power tool and dislodge the horrible device - and thus the first empty beer can and flashlights not prevailing even the most determined human ladder- the movie started. Fuzzy little animals and everything in between as everything of note was cheered and cried about. The scuttlebutt among these movie goers was true - this wasn’t some fluke - the good times where going to roll. The word was out the that last new movie was Apollo thirteen - no way = no shit bro - Apollo thirteen just now hitting the theater screens back home - was also in VHS and ready to play on that screen.
     The First Sergeant - seeing on this opportunity very professionally - threatened imposed boycott, which was a relief... ...and then the next day and to much gnashing of teeth - forfeiture of property, of said movie Apollo 13 ...if physical training scores didn’t improve - Slack Jaw Larry had spoken - it was law - which became an issue as some of the slower older slugs where threatened physical harm in the most horrid ways.
    Rumors and scuttle butt aside: the word was out - being in second platoon - bravo company - first of the seventieth "Buffaloes" was definitely in. "Private" O'Toole got a letter of recommendation from the eye eyed marine in charge of the facilities - all hell, what was his name? Captain O'Toole receiving word of his appointment through whispered channels was given thorough orders - date of his said reception to Alaskan command- and thus the formation of the Reconnaissance Platoon with orders to follow ... blah ... blah ... blah ... and ending with find the actual hooded menace and kill him - which meant knock it off.

    Little did these "hardcore men" - and "Bad-dass" men, as they where growing quite complacent of calling themselves know, … that we could get the in the base theater "The Big Gay Theater" with its solid one construction screen - plush seats - far better sound system - and a roof - if only we could... ...only to have another fight break out - of course -in the theater. But that - that is a story for another time. For certainly we don't have the time to hear of the "Big Gay Theater" - the one eyed Marine bastard - "the sweepers" - the workers revolt - and our surprise guest - whom no one cared about.
   Who actually turned out to be a very big deal.

- Sword - AKA - The Hooded Menace … 33RD Commander in Effect …The FNG (they should have known then).

The Outer Limits

2011-09-06T15:50:00.000-07:00

Psstt ... all images hi-res as I can get...
...colored links a winky-linky...

Never seen the show. While I would like to say I am primarily a NOVA / PBS kind of guy - I am into that sort of far out of the norm space. Certainly the big three franchises are fun - but certainly not hard sci-fi. I have been constantly driven by what’s out there beyond the walls of what ever might be my confines always hungry for another nibble. While it may seem I am some sort of scientist looking down on you all - I do come from your way of life. I have, perhaps, backhanded more than I should have - but then again - except for duty or kin - I don't wipe anybodies ass.. I am a warrior of my people - and nothings besides.

That wasn’t the question though - the singular question was: what is out there?

Well, I have talked our fill of I’d-eppy. Just see the wiki for all the horrid details. It was the flagship for lack of better term. Again see the wiki for all the horrid details of what that would entail. This list has some interesting thoughts. Oddly enough in what’s some serious back ass-wards political channels - China wants to bring it in and study it. No-way José. I want to sweep and clear and take her as a prize - make a item of antiquity of it and weld the guns shut and on display only - permanently. That might be hard, due to… …well - like removing an amygdala … ...I wouldn’t want to be the guy responsible for turning it on.

Now, the model of Vesta as a Destroyer class - still stands in my book. I did say a while ago that I’deppy was not a singular entity. The data keeps rolling in and we get it through a dedicated channel of Arizona State University. We actually have beyond ancient writings as it was something that was essentially moth-balled and left for scrap. When they really needed it - they didn’t have the parts enough to get it started. Apparently they couldn’t manufacture spark plugs, batteries, belts or hoses so to speak. Low tech when it arrived, ridiculously so when the power plant blew. I think that if anything - we could fix this one - I would take it as a prize - and race it around like a asshole with an outboard on a trout lake. At that point I think we will fake it till we can actually MAKE IT…
…Maybe.. ...Dawn... is actually the vessels name.

I can’t say nothing much about Sedna. She sure as hell got a funny orbit. The wiki’s got some incredibly engrossing details. While it would be interesting to head out there - we are on a wait and see. We got enough info and stuff to go and get - for lack of better narrative. From the Inuktitut : Generally considered a vengeful goddess, hunters must placate and pray to Sedna to release sea animals for the hunt.

Certainly Elenin is for Hoagland. Did you know that he actually said that white people come from mars? True story bro...

...me?- I go with what I know… …and well - Elenin is certainly turning some heads and screwing up everybody’s toes. Now, the fear porn? I haven’t heard anyone mention this “comet” as such except him - seriously. I only believe that he is saying it because it sounds sexy and makes good copy. The MIL-FACT is balls out getting there - I do know that - some of our fastest unmanned assets are currently ping pong-ing around the system to intercept… …and remember - whatever they are showing you in the media - chances are they have something twenty years better…

The mystical date of 2012 can be viewed as such - the kick off of a football game. This football game has three teams, with all of the associated entourage right down to the water boy all on the field trying to make a touch down. The reffs - shit - they are on the bench smoking and drinking and watching the whole mess. There is no stadium - there are no screaming fans. It does however happen to be in a large horse corral - so occasionally a player falls face first into shit - or - worse - all the players are severely injured or killed by a stampede.

The original bunch of monkeys trying to fuck a football bat floating on a deep fried soup sand-which floating on the ocean - all ate up.

The original “whats out there” came down to us, the children of earth, learning how to read all the books that mom and dad left us before they skipped town. Metaphors being life lessons - we got to learn about matches, driving, and responsibility before, all on our own- we burn the house down. Just to spice things up - eventually - the power plant that blew up is finally going to finish sliding down the hill of the sky and crash into the house.

Yours,

...the bastard...

Sword

The Status : The Hell with you ...

2011-07-30T09:20:00.000-07:00

Facebook is for idiots.

I have said this before - perhaps in a better way.
I fail however to see the novelty of telling the entire world what you are doing and thinking every minute of the day. To give your names and families names, and names of all your acquaintances, address, times and locations of your whereabouts - constantly and consistently - without being asked - nay - even complete with picture identification even … shows me that the general whole of the population has lost its mind.

I left Facebook for this reason.

I have also left face book because I feel that the troll is being fed the other way. That’s the problem with secret rooms - they are not really that secret when they are on the damm webb. I have grown so very dam tired of this banging my head against the wall - I did my bit - and we need to focus on moving on. And when I mean we - I mean - no more extra help around here logging, fact checking, peeking, etc, etc…

The deliberate fool Richard C - well - he’s got his butter bar - he has his oath - if he does his bit that he swore he would do, great - if he doesn’t - fine. It’s at the point anymore that he is really irrelevant - it doesn’t matter if he says anything “actionable” about our tribe of the North Sword. The cats going to be out of the bag soon enough already. When that happens he will not be my problem anymore - so - he’s on the plank - what he does is his game now. The ADL will handle all of the times he has referenced us as fascists - and there will be a retraction - a loud one.

If you gentleman haven’t noticed - I am not a public person. Perhaps this lifestyle of hide and seek far away from you people has leant to the fact that I cannot mesh well with society as perhaps all of you. On that note, this real time flavor - almost on a 24hr basis - lends to the fact that you guys “see me” either after my weak daily schedule or these ridicules long weekends - argo - I am usually having a few - and a few to many. With that being said I can’t allow myself to be painted drunk and disorderly when the government and my men already know - indeed - not a garrisonable solider.

Things have been accelerating for me, soon these issued boots are going to be coming in and I shall be field. Blogg posts will be far less infrequent. Within a relatively short cycle we will be back where we need to be.

I am a field combat officer, not a Public Relations Liaison - as a matter of fact I should have never been as public as I am now - nay - never should it have been.

It started here - and its going to end here.

Lineage...

2011-03-03T20:50:00.000-08:00

When to throw the yoke.
I mean really.
I have been thinking about, well …a lot of things. Primarily about my responsibilities, and trust me, those are many. Beyond the youth of my wilds consisting of kicking ass, taking names, and teaching others of my ilk to do the same in kind - then the separation of governance. The loneliness of position and status. The self reliance of a lion in the face of impossible odds. The ability to form ones own pride. The distinction and honor of name.

The original Enterprise was born Canadian as a small, fast moving, hard hitting sloop of timber and sail in St. John, Quebec, with the distasteful name of George …

… on 18 May 1775 Colonel Benedict Arnold took Liberty on the Richelieu river and with a surprise attack captured the Enterprise (still named George at that moment) and took her as his prize. She was a green ship, just having been built that same year. His log book entry on the matter of the attack is quite exciting:

"My last was on the 14th instant by Mr. Romans via New Haven. I then acquainted you of the occasion of delay in not carrying your orders into execution. The afternoon of the same day being joined by Capts. Brown and Oswald with 50 men enlisted on the road they having taken possession of a small schooner at Skeenesborough, we immediately proceeded on our way to St. Johns and at 8 O'clock P.M. on the 17th instant arrived within 30 miles of St. Johns. The weather proving calm, we manned out two small batteau with 35 men and the next morning at 7 O'clock arrived at St. Johns, surprised and took a sergeant and his party of 12 men, the King's sloop of about 70 tons with 2 brass 6 pounders and 7 men without any loss on either side.... We took such stores on board as were valuable and the wind proving favorable in two hours after our arrival weighed anchor for this place with the sloop and 4 of the King's batteau having destroyed 5 others, so that there is not left a single batteau for the King's troops, Canadians or Indians to cross the Lake if they have any such intention.... We are masters of the Lake and of that I make no doubt as I am determined to arm the sloop and schooner immediately"

From there the sloop Enterprise was given twelve guns, ten swivels, 50 men, slapped on the ass and put to war against the British in Lake Champlain, not the Atlantic. This was a incredibly strategic waterway during the revolutionary war as it effectively split what is now the borders of New York and Vermont. This inland lake that is connected to all the other great lakes and waterways leading out to the Atlantic was absolutely vital to the colonists. If this lake was lost, the British would cut the colonies in half, surround … isolate them … eventually prevail.

While the Enterprise played her part in maintaining control over Lake Champlain, there was much controversy over both who would command her and who would sail her. Perhaps rightfully so, and as such things happen the fighting spirit of the ship prevailed during the Battle of Valcour island.

The Enterprise and her fleet, numbering fifth-teen, spotted the British fleet numbering forty-five ships - they where out gunned in weight of shot, guns and ships. Benedict Arnold carefully choose his position in a narrow channel, their mission was not survival but to slow the British advance on New York. The Enterprise and her fleet squared off against a British fleet of forty-five on the morning of 11 October 1776.
The Enterprise and her fleet fought their ships all day valiantly, however, buy the nightfall the Colonial fleet had suffered badly. Damaged and sinking the Enterprise and her fleet muffled oars and in the dead of night, through fog, weaved through a gap only a mile wide between British ships and Indian scouts placed on the shore. By morning, she had escaped.

Through horrible cold winds and rain the Enterprise and her remaining fleet struggled on and eventually made it to safety at Ticonderoga. The Enterprise was one of four of the original 15 to survive... There at Ticonderoga she stayed to provide defensive duties. While the losses where heavy it was the greatest strategic naval victory of the entire war. The British had to wait another whole year before attempting an attack on New York, and this led to the victory over British troops at Saratoga almost a year to the date on October 17 - 1777. The Enterprise and her valiant crew snatched freedom from the jaws of defeat.

On a evacuation mission during July of 1777, the Enterprise ran afoul of the British, and to avoid capture - was run aground and burned by her crew. Aside from Benedict Arnold, Ethan Allen, and Jeremiah Halsey are well notables that also commanded her. She was considered the “nucleus” of the fleet and was often the flag ship…

… …

The Committee of Secret Correspondence of the Continental Congress purchased a small successful privateer schooner on 20 December 1776, named it Enterprise, and set her about harassing the British Atlantic fleet based out of Chesapeake Bay. Apparently she was decommissioned in Maryland in February of 1777 …
… …

Now, the actual first U.S.S. Enterprise sailed twenty two years latter in December of 1799 and was directed into the southern waters of the Caribbean and based in Basseterre, St Kitts. At that time the Enterprise and crew fought eight French privateers, many of which where larger than herself - that being a twelve gun schooner. The high number of prizes and rate of success’s earned her the nickname “Lucky Little Enterprise”.

So, now the Barbary Pirates are asking for protection money and Thomas Jefferson says the hell with that, the trade route is vital and teh CIC won't be bothered with pirates from Tripoli. The frigates President, Philadelphia, and Essex along with the Enterprise where ordered to the Meditiranan squadron and left June 1, 1801. The Enterprise left Hampton Roads, Virginia, with Lt. Andrew Sterret in command.

Before being given command of the Enterprise for what was certainly going to be a lively cruise, Sterret had already summarily executed two men aboard the U.S.S. Constellation - one for leaving his gun in combat - the other for backing away from boarders. He is quoted as saying “We would put a man to death for even looking pale on this ship” … He got horrible press in the American papers for his actions - and promoted.
On the journey from America to the Mediterranean the Enterprise sailed in formation with the fleet. The larger frigates has more sail to press and made better speed in the winds the fleet was sailing through. Eventually, the fleet commander, frustrated, ordered the Enterprise to make her own way.
Commodore Dale the squadron commander and his staff was flabbergasted to find the Enterprise at anchor when they arrived at Gibraltar on July 1. Sterret and the Enterprise had made adjustments to her trim and found favorable winds appropriate for a schooner - and had arrived five days earlier than the rest of the fleet.

One month after entering the Mediterranean, the Enterprise found its first fight, and fired the first shots of the First Barbary war on 1 Aug, 1801 with the corsair vessel Tripoli…
…Sterrett reports it best himself in his letter of report to Commodore Dale:

“I have the honor to inform you, that on the 1 of August, I fell in with a Tripolitan ship of war, called the Tripoli, mounting 14 guns, commanded by Rais Mahomet Rous. An action immediately commenced within pistol shot, which continued three hours incessantly. She then struck her colors. The carnage on board was dreadful; she having 30 men killed and 30 wounded, among the latter was the Captain and first Lieutenant. Her sails, masts and rigging were cut to pieces with 18 shot between wind and water. Shortly after taking possession, her mizzenmast went over the side. Agreeably to your orders, I dismantled her of everything but an old sail and spar. With heartfelt pleasure I add, that the officers and men throughout the vessel [Enterprise], behaved in the most spirited and determined manner, obeying every command with promptitude and alertness. We have not had a man wounded, and we have sustained no material damage in our hull or rigging”

For sharp action in the face of a stronger enemy, President Thomas Jefferson awarded a ceremonial sword to Sterret and gave a extra months pay to the crew.

From there on out the Enterprise and her human element cruised the Mediterranean - specifically the coast of Tripoli, razing hell, burning ships and generally making itself a nuisance to the enemy. One brave action of note was the action with the U.S.S New York in which crew members from both ships stormed a beach head under heavy fire in order to burn a dozen enemy grain ships. The odds where 50 Americans to an estimated one thousand. The crew members who held that action against the enemy are noted to have taken great satisfaction, there faces beaming in the firelight of the burning ships.

The Enterprise’s command was turned over to a Lt. Decatur, and Sterret was offered command of a ship being completed in American shipyards. This all turned for the worse very soon however when Decatur was promoted ahead of Sterret. Sterret resigned his commission in disgust, latter worked for the merchant marines and later died in Lima, Peru at the rip old age of 29.

Enterprises new commander made good use of his time on this very popular ship. At one point in 1803 during the Barbary Wars the U.S.S. Philadelphia was chasing enemy ships and ran aground a sand bar - thus captured. Decatur was given command of an additional ship, the Intrepid, and was ordered to sneak into the harbor at Tripoli and burn the now captured Philadelphia. A midshipman made this report:

“The sleepy Tripolitans never expected a gang of howling Americans to appear in the midst of a harbor protected by a massive fortress. Many of the Tripolitans simply leaped overboard; others fled below to the orlop deck; the rest were quickly cut down.... Fires were started in every corner of the ship, and the flames began to lick up into the tarred rigging. Decatur was the last man off -- in a flying leap into the rigging of the Intrepid.... When [the Philadelphia] was just under the [Bashaw's] castle, the fire finally reached her magazine and she exploded with an immense thunderclap that reverberated over the town and showered its inhabitants with blazing remnants”

The Enterprise and the Intrepid’s crews received two months extra pay, their commander Decatur was made Captian, the youngest in the American navy at the time. British Naval commander Lord Nelson was quoted as saying on the action: “the most daring feat of the age” …

The Enterprise sailed through the Mediterranean seas making American interests all the way to 1810, well after the end of the Barbary Wars. The now decommissioned Enterprise escaped the auction block due to her popularity as a prize taking ship (which all saliors got a pieace of the prize money) and the fact that the maritme community rallied newspapers to save her.

She sailed again, completely rebuilt and rerigged as a 16 gun brig under the command of Master Commandant Johnston Blakely - one month latter - the stronger, faster, more agil, more experianced U.S.S. Enterprise entered into war with Britian on 18 June 1812...

Stick around for Part Two: The Incredible saga continues …

...and Part Three: If your going to imply an "Enterprise Mission" you better have balls enough to play the part.

Sword

Christmas Ramblings

2010-12-21T12:08:00.000-08:00

So - everyone wants a blogg. Why?

While the Blogg does its thing - everyone seems to have migrated over to “face book”…
… and I found this very depressing. I and a good number of people in my line of work shall we say - find this “social media networking” a complete fail for the nation. What a complete waste of an excellent tool. The internet was supposed to be better than this.

Instead, its letting the entire world know everything at one time. By everything I mean - everything. Now we have twitter, the up to the second tell the world what your thinking, even Nasa getting in on it. Is anyone really this important? Seriously? Now we have some kat airing the dirty laundry of nations and putting to task kings and other great leaders armed with nothing but the truth. The powers that are throw him in jail. Governments are asking you not to read them. Everyone on the face of the planet with access to a computer can now know what everyone else is doing because if we aren’t telling them what where doing ourselves - someone else is.

I don’t know what the big deal is anyway. It only confirms what we already know as a people and reconfirms the fact that we are powerless to stop it. We invited it into our lives. We became entertained. We as a nation became fat and lazy. Even our wars we hire out to dirty mercenaries.

Certainly seems the nation is polarized between those who are truly ignorant and want to stay that way, and those who are not. At least that’s the way I see it. How do you wake up a society when all they do is tweet, face book, blogg, and leak?

Errr… …Join them?
Indeed - that’s what the powers that be want - for the funding. Seriously - funding. The nations so broke apparently that we are going to sponsor this colonization by industrial heavy hitters. I hate that idea, what’s been agreed to originally has already blossomed into something - sideshow. My people can fund this on our own - and maybe that’s what we need to be so mum about.

In my little section of the world, the moon turned red over the head of Orion. This new year heralds’ a lot of jubilee.

2010 Ends.

Sword

The Secret Half

2010-08-06T02:12:00.000-07:00

Sunday Briefings.
… … …
    That’s why I insist that ALL my men can read a simple map. Take away the technology and most modern soldiers are weak. On bad days the technology means you end up bombing yourself. So…
…its pretty important, that given your location, that when your calling in an air strike, that you know your location from that of your enemy. Don’t just tell the fast mover that you want a 500 pound bomb on the location that your fucking GPS tells you. While your getting shot at you might have pushed a button on that thing. Maybe that god dammed wonderful device wants to die and forgot to tell you.
    Officers, know how to read a fucking map.
    The next time I hear, “I Dunno“, out of a single one of you when I ask, do you know where we are -or- nay you say Dunno to this question: Do you know what is going to happen next?
If I hear, Don’t know, I will personally put my boot up your ass so far, you will be able to tie my shoelaces with your lips. Do you understand?
    Again with the stupid nods and blank looks of acceptance because no one wants to think about that shit on a Sunday.
    Oh, sure, so called conventional warfare is grand gentleman because the citizen doesn't half to look his prey, and then kill, in the eyes, however, those men whom we hold as heroes in our media lore are but based of an illusion. Those men called in artillery strikes and air strikes based off of coordinates from a universal map.
    You gentleman are very versed in beating people up and wielding hatchets in threatening ways, this I know for I have taught you to do so. I have lead you against an enemy worthy of your talents, and you have persevered, but in quite a conventional manner. You, the dogs of war that you are, you where lead into that combat by me ...because I can read a map. Now, you young heros the least you can do right now is sit down and help me gain control of this room.
    Attention soldiers, I want your attention here.
    …Gentleman! Order! …
    …Order or I am kicking someone’s ass! … Why is there a woman in here, stop that … get out …let go of her solider … for Christ’s sake Sergeant…
    Thank You.
    Thank You Sergeant.
    …in any event, my people of the sun, its coming back again, in this era of terror, we tell our fathers… …this time it comes a back again, it’s a renegade of the Son.
    Why do I tell you men this? Especially when you men are so unsettled? So not yet un-used to my weekly verse. So used to fighting amongst yourselves. ...Not hearing a word I am saying...

…ORDER!!…
     Knowing two schools, one strictly based of the teachings of martial warfare, specifically, the use of a sword, I have dismally found that the modern solider knows nothing of sword, nor of shield even…
…only factory produced rifle that shoots pellet to kill.

     Now that I have your attention Gentleman…
     ...This solider to whom I have been speaking knows nothing of hand to hand combat except the few remedial steps taken in basic American combat training. He cannot sow the land, he cannot hunt game alone, this American solider given to me cannot build a house even ... he is naked in total outside of the American Environment ... that of which is air conditioned and orderly. To the American in general, resources ...is not of want ... from hand. This is the apparent reward of our post World War Two's victorious society. The grand fighting world power of the U of S of A consists of a generation once removed from there grandparents, those forefathers, this a generation that has grown weak on the use of atari button in training for, and in the act of war, all with the punch of a button - the childish illusion that if we close our eyes or press a button the enemy goes away. This is not how it is - you must hunt that which hunts you with a weapon and butcher it before you. Oh lord help me, nary a boyscout among them...
     Yes Gentleman, I am speaking of you.
     Gentleman, this symbolism we ware on our shoulders speak much more than that of just some fancy trinket to make us look special in our class a's. Keep in mind gentleman that this Regimental symbolism in total is a conglomerate of many symbolic images…

     Let us dive right in. The first symbol we can attest to in our regimental order is that of the … so called … Iron Cross, here on the top left of the regimental crest. After today you men will no longer attest to this being a Iron Cross, ever.
     I know that you men are assimilated, and I do say assimilated… you men are assimilated to this symbolism already, this symbolism in our regimental order is that of bikers, surfers, and German Soldiers of yester-lore…
     I will attest to you men that this so called Iron cross does not mean nor imply anything to do with the Germans nor Hitler, nor Nazism in the context that this was created by then, no, the Nazi German war machine stold this bit of symbolism as well as others, however they did not start useing this war medal device during the last World War, but in fact much much further back. To quote and paraphrase some old texts:

A cross pattée also known as a "cross patty", "cross formy" or inGerman "Tatzenkreuz", is a type of cross that has arms which are narrow at the centre, and broader at the perimeter. The name comes from the fact that the shape of each arm of the cross was thought to resemble a paw...

A paw gentleman - like yogi and boo-boo - they have paws - so do lions - so, keep that in mind that this was an article of symbolism that lends itself to royalty. First used publicly by the British crown, it was latter used by knights of the royal crown during the crusades, then even latter associated with the Knights of The Templar ...and... the Knights of the Maltese also known as the Hospital - Tier - Knights.
However - today being the generation that it is, you spoiled young men, how we people lavish on you... ...today it has associations with biker gangs, neo-Nazis, surfers, and every other type of hippie trouble maker you can think off. Wearing the same colors, symbols and devices as you men do, I can say that at least we all are in good company. For certainly I am named after an angel - but as many witness here can attest - I am no saint.

I’ll tell you gentleman why the next image is a pentagon, and why ...it is not... ...because the previous image, the cross, is a Mathematical structure, and so is this... ..this fortress here. This gentleman, to surprise those of you paying attention, is not a pentagon, while it is a pentagon. Nay, gentleman, in this regiment it is symbolic of a fortress. The mathematical fortress consists of mathematical ways of defense -rather than that of firepower... that against invading numbers, a group of determined people can defend themselves and repulse the enemy. This is a teaching of our little independent tribe, this command... ...and oh yes, yes gentlemen, you will learn to fortify.When that time comes I will teach you more of this subject. Now I will scramble your noodle... ...Pentagonaly... ...gentleman - always assume a vortex ...
But-back to our cross for a moment…

     …some of you gentleman might be prudent to know that this cross is also associated with Firefighters and also and quite more importantly, The Knights... ...The Knights Hospitaller, other wise known as the Knights of Maltese that you have heard me mention before. The symbolism of the cross resonates strongly with them as well. The Knights Templar, Maltese, and a score full of others all have a very entwined and well documented history. The history of there duties and adventures are of course not in this briefing, That would take quite some time to explain.
     Understand this, us Knights and the fortress they and we shall build, and that defensive wall of choice- a masonary wall made by the hands of men...
   ...Now you men will put this wall up under magnifying lens, and say, oh, that could be made of trees, so many of you refusing to except what you already know. That our forefathers before us, many of them volunteers for Americas wars, joined a higher fraternity of man, distinguished all there own amoung themselves, sought brotherhood against all that preys on man. Royal Men, building fortresses - out of brick and mortar - masons as there night job - we cant fight forever men.

     The image, symbolic imagery if you will I speak of... ...of course is that of the Masonry wall. It is said that a people learn more about walls from there enemies than a man learns from his neighbor. You men will notice that military housing has no fences. Keep that in mind for that may change.
     The fourth and bottom emblem of course, to my understanding resonates more so among the men, is that of man of legendary spirit who commanded this regiment once before. I am speaking of course of a man known as “Wild Bill” …
...now listen to me gentleman, for I want you to understand this, for it means a greater understanding of what we do and why we do it. Heed these words:
     …during the Korean war, a commander came of a sort - whom was so effective - and thus so loved by his men, a commander fond of blitzkrieg like attacks and guerrilla type tactics, that the unit as a whole was given the nickname … "The Thunderous Herd"... ...Or in referencing its commander "Wild Bills Murderous Herd"...
     That is gentleman, that this leader of the pack as it where, this commander…
     …made sure that you goof balls had clean socks, a clean rifle, plenty of ammo, and best of all, a mama-san to dress you, slap you on the ass and send you out to war. Everybody who was anybody in the Korean War wanted to be in “Wild Bills Thundering Herd”. Men of this regiment where well feed, well outfitted and armed well. One man was able to wrangle a unit of hundreds together and raise all holy hell on his enemies in Korea. This man among men held his own in what many refer to as "The Forgotten War".

     Prudent men will be conscientious enough to see that this is indeed a white buffalo, and will have some grasp of its symbolic message. To many native Americans, the white buffalo is big medicine. We can get into this latter gentleman... ...however be aware of this fact... ...A white buffalo was recorded at the U.S. Army Arctic Testing Center, Fort Greely, just a hundred miles from here. This buffalo was part of a herd that had been ...relocated... from Montana.
   Any man whom can bring me the date of this happening, will gain a four day pass... ...and I mean a pass gentleman, no more pass's when I call the platoon to run and i find out someone or ones have gone to Hawaii on a mac flight. Or worse yet, went AWOL. How you got through six border stations to marry your one true love, I still, and alarmingly still, cannot figure out how it was done. Yes you DePalma. You get a pass... ...stop shaking your head... ...yes...
     Anyway, you will get a pass if you can bring me information instead of wee-mon. Plenty of wee-mon around here boys.
   The sum of this whole here gentleman is the facts, Long before us our descendants in this regimental sized unit has fought in every American war and just about every war before that starting Crusading knights on a Holy mission, and of those men whom know ...build fortresses... .. bringing holy omens to the lands beneath there very feet... ...and as an invading force of nature ... trample all that stands before them, like wheat to be sown before the scythe.

Saturday Night Live.
Tomorrow you men will receive a briefing that is very important and I expect everyone, drunk or not - injured or not - to attend. Not only do I say so, the US Army said so, therefore, the Department of defense, to whom your ass contractually belongs, and ultimately your responsibility to the people - so help your dammed soul … gentleman … ...you better be there.

Friday Fight Night.
     Alright you assholes, why in the hell are there more than thirty people in this room. The four wives non-withstanding! This is outrageous!
     I have been putting up with you assholes all week… Ladies, get out.
     No I am serious … Faster, get out … faster.
     Miss Tuten, and yes I said it that way, shue now, he has enough tape already. STOP kissing him. Enough of that! All four of you! Get out. Now! God Dammit! If someone doesn’t, all right then…
     Gentleman…
     …Today, Friday, We will split Quarters. We will not fight among ourselves today.
     Now, you book-worm-ish assholes to whom I have taken an axe of military knowledge and terminology and bash into your skulls are wondering who is moving and where. No.
     This is not how it will be.

Tuten will bring down a list of things to be collected, they are close by. After a small break basically what you men are going to be doing is actually swinging that machete I have had you carry around on your backs all week. Today gentleman we will cut down many trees. I will teach you how to be accurate and why.
First... ...You ladies can make twelve and a half cent necklaces.

Lookout Post / Yukon Charlie
Sword

The pre and post hypnosis show ...

2010-05-20T22:23:00.000-07:00

Sunday morning briefings, in the same basment that someone boldly (like a lamb) went into before, would usually go something like this:

"They made it!"
"They are on the moon. "
I remember my father running around the house yelling this ... trying to put his clothes on, while my mother ran around behind him asking “Whoo?! Whoo?!”
“Let the rest of the world think we are behind. We don’t have to let a world that has not been witness to anything, know anything...” - my father said.
It was 1980. Ronald “Ray-Gun” Regan was in office.

I was five years old...

I was born a grunt, like you men are, of biblical proportions.
Under one god, battle star , one fight so say we all.
Sounds funny to say that, what I just said.
I should have said:, Under god, indivisible, for liberty and justice for all.
We all know that line now don’t we.
Beyond that my men, I doubt after that’s all said and done, we have anything else in common. When you’re the type of man being of a boy that was raised in hell, you tend to appreciate Satan’s works for what they are, and you strive as a youth to strike him down for all that your worth.
I am starting at the cultural roots for my teachings to you. You must understand who I am the same way I know you, your wives, your children, and even more intimately than that, what you do in combat. However my men, as your sword arm grows, so must your shield, your brain, your knowledge, your teachings, those to must also grow. Now listen to what I have to say to you.

How you fight and why you fight is a very intimate thing.
Gentleman, I have been teaching the baser elements of being a member of this platoon. To put men to the sword, to look them in the eye while doing it is not the only thing we do well around here and not the only thing you should be tought. We also think, build, and improve the ways we do things by using our minds. We will not always need to slay our enemy. And for this reason, it is time you learned to fight with your mind.

When I first saw the symbolic image of the star of David, I saw it stenciled on a wheeled craft on the show "Battle Star Galactica". It was an important symbol, and seeing it on television, MY father insured that I understood its relevance, that the people in trouble where on the good guys side, gods side. That was September 17, 1978, I was three years old.
Through my studies I have learned that this eninagmatic red star has much to do with our unit, my command, and your duty. Not only is this symbol historically known, throughout the world, it is also your unit patch and you will ware it proudly and with distinction. For my students, you now belong to a very old and proud group of volunteers who have lead there lives, and sacificed their lives... ...to the protection of others.

Historically, this Red star of David, refers directly back to the holy writ of the David versus Goliath, that old biblical fable. I am sure you have heard of it. David, having to face the goliath, using a single stone to fall him and thus win the day...

It didn’t happen like that my students.
Things often change quickly when you read and undersand the source material. ehem, get out your notepads from your left breast pocket immediatly. I am tired of dumn looks - and vague nods of acceptance. I require you men to understand...
Saul, he was, generalized for context at this momment - the King o'Jews, second in command only to our holy father who apprently had cell phone service with Saul. They where, at one point, pretty tight.
However king Saul Failed in combat, and refused a lawfully given order from his commander who is god, our lord. Saul refused to kill women, children, the elderly, to put to sword and torch every living thing of the Amalekites. Saul the King of Israel, waging holy war - disobeyed the law. Thus, god lost favor with the king and denied him a holy appointed heir. Saul has a son, a Jounathan, but the lord refuses him by not naming him. Seeking a divinely illuminated choice in an heir, Saul has seven sons of a man called Jesse brought to him for in the holy book of Isaiah, the 11th chapter, first verse, it is said: “There shall come forth a shoot from the stump of Jesse, and a branch shall grow out of his roots.”

The Seven men or heirs of Jesse, the whole family tree, are brought before him and god ... speaks not to Saul. So what now? Saul asks: “Is this it? That’s all you brought?”
Jesse, a sheep owner and hearder says: “No I got the small fry out back tending the sheep, you want to see him? David!? … David!! Get your little ass in here!”
And our Lord spoke: “'Rise and anoint him; he is the one.”

Before David can spin around twice and run for it he is made a squire of Saul and forced to carry around Saul’s armor. Some promotion huh? David follows Saul around and: “whenever the spirit from God came upon Saul, David would take his harp and play. Then relief would come to Saul; he would feel better, and the evil spirit would leave him." Haul weapons and armour and give the king a song, your in the Army now kid.

So, as war is as war does the isrealites are at war with the Philistines. David being around the front lines hears that some giant in the enemy lines has come forward demanding single combat, the stakes, winner takes all. An entire war will end over the outcome of single combat.
After 40 days of listening to this, David has had just about enough of that shit and goes to his brothers, also fighting along with Saul and asks to be the one to engage in the single combat. Understand that the historical David is not a child but rather a man whom testified that he had killed both a lion and a bear. He could take em, Saul allows it.

David, facing the goliath uses his adopted kings cultural weapon, a sling, and fell’s the enemy with a singular blow to the head. Just ot prove David has a pair, he cuts of the vanquished philistines head off with his sword.

... Gentleman, that’s balls.

Stand before your enemies, slay one of their brethren and then cut the head off? Within striking arm distance of thousands of your lands enemies?

Balls, gentleman, balls.

Saul, getting old, and having the media sensation available steps down and makes David the commander of his all his armies, he even issues him a wife. At this point David shows the Israelites just what waging war is all about. Ohhhh, -The women of is-real lament - Saul has slain his thousands, and David his tens of thousands!!

Saul, still king, feels like a smuck now because he’s just not man enough to get the blood pumping of even the women - and thus tires to have David killed many times in battle - but alas, this fails. The women, and the men, the entire Israelite people only end up loving him more. It appears gentleman, that the only thing Young David had going for him at the time was the fact that he took more heads than Saul - remember that students.

His people loved him because he killed more than anyone else.

Eventually, in another battle, with the Philistines, Saul and his boy Jonathan die.
David is then anointed king of Judah . He then officially names all his war buddies as his “Three and Thirty”. A platoon between 30 and 37 men whom where, as documented in the bible to be the meanest, badest, battle tested Jews that could be found.

Of course through there many exploits someone tries to usurp David’s legitimacy, and that leader is not met on the battlefield. Oh no, this individual is assassinated. No mess, no fuss. Everyone forgets about him. Problem solved.

David gets out, life moves on. Solomon, one of David’s sons takes the throne as the king and immediately sets on making Jerusalem his capital city. King Solomon's Seal, a biblical relic, is a ring said to be given to him from heaven. This symbol, whose base is on the ground and whose tip reaches heaven, symbolizes a harmony of opposites, This reflects the cosmic order, the skies, the movement of the stars in their spheres, and the perpetual flow between heaven and earth, between the elements of air and fire. The Seal, therefore, symbolizes super-human wisdom and rule by divine grace.

Rule of divine grace can be assured not only by the lords law, the court utmost high, but also through science. You see beyond the Jewish national associations which have only become attached to it in the last few hundred years, the abstract element of the figure, which is connected symbolically to the celestial stars, its geometrical completeness make it a universal symbol.

The symbol is much more universal than you would think. The form itself - a six pointed star was considered by not only Solomon, David, Saul and Jesse to be spiritual and divine - documented to be heaven sent - it was also defined as celestial magic.
Mathematical … Celestial … Mah-jick.

This, magical star, “Magical Hexagram” is a 6-pointed geometric object. The magic starts with the “magic” constant of 26.
An N-pointed magic star is a star polygon in which numbers are placed at each of the N-vertices and N-intersections.

Ergo it is such that the four numbers on each line sum to the same magic constant, 26. The magic constant of an n-pointed normal magic star is M = 4n + 2. No star polygons with fewer than 5 points exist, and the construction of a normal 5-pointed magic star turns out to be impossible. The smallest examples of normal magic stars are therefore 6-pointed.
This gentleman is why bolts have a hexagonal head and not a pentagonal one in most cases. This is why the same order of points above is also the same method of tightening the six studs on a six lug tire after changing it.
There are a lot of significances attributed to the Star of David. Some sources say that it signifies the number seven, six corners and the center. The number seven has itself significance in Judaic religion like the six days of creation plus the seventh day of rest, the Seven Spirits of God and more.
Some researchers have presented a theory according to which the hexagram represents the astrological chart at the same time when David was born or when he was anointed as king. Some beliefs refer to the Star of David as a symbol for the six directions of space plus the center: up, down, east, west, north, south and center.

More importantly the two dimensional image is actually a representation of a three dimensional object. The best way to describe this can be best done by Rabbi Naftali Silberberg...

*"...The Zohar(vol. III 73a) states, "There are three knots connecting [three entities] one to another: the Holy One, blessed be He; Torah and Israel." The Jewish soul connects to its Creator through the study and observance of Torah. The triangle represents the connection between these three entities. The fact that in a triangle each of the three corners are connect to the two other ones demonstrates that the Jewish soul is itself knotted to God. Torah study and observance doesn't create a connection between the Jew and God—it merely brings it to light.
The essence of the soul connects with God's essence through the study of the teachings of Kabbalah.
These three entities are each comprised of a pnimiyut (inner dimension) and a chitzoniyut (external dimension): The Torah is comprised of both exoteric teachings (the Talmud, Jewish law, etc.) as well as esoteric teachings (the Kabbalah).
God's "revealed" energy permeates and provides existence to all worlds, but His essence is completely hidden, transcending all of creation. Similarly, the soul (which is a reflection of God) … As it is stated in Job (19:26), "From my flesh I can perceive God." … has a revealed element, that level that expresses itself within and vivifies the body, as well as an essence that transcends the body.
The double triangle of the Star of David (Magen David) symbolizes the connection of both dimensions of God, Torah and Israel: The external level of the soul connects to the external expression of God via studying the exoteric parts of Torah; the essence of the soul connects with God's essence through the study – and application of – the teachings of Kabbalah.

Another explanation:
Kabbalah teaches that God created the world with seven spiritual building blocks — His seven emotional attributes. Accordingly, the entire creation is a reflection of these seven foundational attributes.
The SEVEN emotional tributes of our lord are:
Colum one: Gevurah (Severity), and Hod (Splendor) ...
Colum two: Tiferet (Harmony), Yesod (Foundation), and Malchut (Royalty).
Colum three: Netzach (Perseverance), and the Chesed (Kindness),
Similarly men, these three clolums you see here also reflect the three pillars of our faith… = From the CPT

Correspondingly, the Star contains seven compartments—six peaks protruding from a center.
The upper right wing is Chesed, or kindness.
The upper left wing is Gevurah, or severity.
The upper center peak is Tiferet, or harmony. Kabbalah teaches that Tiferet finds its source in Ketter, "the Crown," which is infinitely higher than all the divine attributes which are involved in the "mundane" pursuit of creating worlds.
The lower right wing is Netzach, or perseverance.
The lower left wing is Hod, or splendor.
The center is Yesod. Yesod is "Foundation," and as such all the other attributes are rooted in, and give rise from, this attribute.
The star's bottom that descends from its belly is Malchut (Royalty)—the attribute that absorbs the energies of the higher six attributes and uses them to actually descend and create everything—and "reign" over them."*

Understand clearly gentleman that the symbolism you wear on your shoulder, is far more than just a simple symbol, it is a power reckoned through both action ... and silent discipline.
The star of David isn’t just a representation of a culture of bad ass Jews that are coming for your head.

No, it is more.
It is a scientifically proven mathematical device that was awarded to Solomon from the very heavens themselves for it is said: "Behold I have given you a wise and understanding heart; there has been none like you before you, nor after you shall any arise like you" (Kings 1, 3, 12).
So when you ware that patch gentleman understand that you are a warrior who has …descended … into knowledge and a great …fearful… warlike ability.

Be divinely proud of yourselves ...and... your legacy gentleman.
Be aware that you now know ... ...what I knew then … when I accepted command of this three and thirty...

You see men. I have been showing you the very military and very martial side of this trade you have chosen, that is, at its base, the physical aspect of being in this platoon, this holy unit.

Men, as it has already been shown, we kick a lot of ass.

Yes, as it has been witnessed time and time again, every Friday and Saturday night you are drinking it up, and fighting amounts yourselves, and generally sinning up the place.
Why, ...you men train as if you are trying to out drink a Russian army platoon and then deal with the fight that would sure to ensue after the contest. What are you guys training for … ? Philistines?

Gentleman as members of MY platoon you must renounce the works of Satan and fight against the cause’s of his works.
Do not least we be unfamiliar with our fathers nightly given pra'rs for hope, and that our will to better ourselves and provide charity for others, comes before any wine.
Be assured that you are personally washed of your sins, and that you earned your keep by giving me your best of heart and of mind. Men, we are all a family now and as directed by the Department of Defense I am ordered to take this platoon to war.
For my brothers our war is old, and among you there is not a father of yours that did not understand the responsibilities this platoon has. We will fight in the war that is constantly being waged by our own society, and in order to protect it from its own undoing, we will lend our federal soldiering expertise when called on by local state officials to capture or kill criminals. Criminals in this state seem to be somewhat tougher and smarter than the usual gantry. We are doing this now, and as you can see my brothers, we are very good at it. So gentleman, that is but one of the responsibilities to our people and we will still train for that mission type.

A more prestigious function of our unit, we have the responsibilities of the protection of our nations national parks. You may say to your self gentleman, what does a national park need with a superior fighting force?

Gentlemen I submit to you that not everything that the federal government owns as mandated by the antiquities act of 1906 is happy trees, sunshine, grass, and silly little squirrels that eat from your hand.
No gentleman, some of our most valuable national scientific, natural, and cultural assets reside in the most inhospitable of places and it is our job to make sure that they are kept safe.
We all lied to get into this job, and it is important not to look to our last responsibility as punishment ...and nor ... banishment. What we are tasked with may seem like an unobtainable goal, but we will achieve it.
As ordered buy the Department of Defense I am also tasked with taking this unit into orbital and sub orbital space, ...warring this platoon in that space ...and eventually to take this platoon to Mars to build fortification ... to occupy and ... reside permanently in force.

Ever vigilant gentleman, this is designed to save the race; in the best way we, as a species ... know of. In your effort to save your species from itself you must know that in this war you’re a native, and that you my son, ...god bless you, ...you so belong to a far greater tribe than your own.

In this tribe ... You will learn to fight, you will be tested - physically, mentally and spiritually. Each and every man here is responsible not only to himself but to my command, the responsbility to train to be the absolutely the most dangerous man standing.
You …will fight, and you … will win, and on that day you will be reborn again.
Our penance to the lord is to fight for his kind, to do ultimately good things, and knowing as the all knowing knows through his grace of fact, tested through the court of the heavens; we are therefore ordered to survive, …to !fight!, …and to win.
So as we are built of the iron from this earth, as we all are, we will become more refined, we will be our lords steel, we will be the sword that cuts down the offender and the shield that protects the line behind. We will be the farmer that sows the wheat of a good battle ground - for us it will be the scythe that separates the chaff with the harmonious ring of our silent discipline in action.

But let me tell you men, if history be told, listen to me, our task is not as hard as the things that of our unit once had the responsibility of. Our small part, my brothers, is to leave not one soul behind, that those who sacrificed for us should not be put to rest only in memory, but in proper burial. Our training is sound, and this unit historically, we have been through this before, ours ancient recrods spell out the problem and the soultion. Never forget my son, as a member of my platoon, like me, forever the student, our roots run deep, live long, grow tall, like a sequoia tribe of old.

Things will move fast for us in this beginning, I intend to take this command beyond its technical means, for we will war with any ship I am given command of and seize any ship larger as a prize.

Gentleman, together with your squad leaders, sergeants and you three officers we will war for His Holy Majesties Secret Service as his Sword ...and as his Word.

Gentleman, we will fortify ourselves in any state or territory America posses.

Gentleman, this will be no easy task as America owns some very inhospitable places.

Gentleman, as the army dictates, we must house your wives and children. As commander of this unit I dictate that we are taking the wifes and children with us where we go - and gentleman... as it had been whispered among you - I indeed to take us very far.

Now stop your mumbling right now. This state must be fortified by our own people first, then and only then after we dedicate resources to our national park responsibility - then and only then must we go - and go we must as I am ordered from above.

So it is not tomorrow that we go - but know this brothers - we are not coming back for a long, long time if at all. When we leave is going to happen a lot quicker than you think for we will be busy. We must and will be physically able to crush or foes, to drive them before us like cattle, ware ever we go, we must and will also be able to build weapons of war, of exploration, of shelter and of deffense. We will be master of arms and there construction. We will know the anvil and the hammer. We will build our swords and shields. We will grow and hunt our own food. We will mine our own minerals and refine them.

Within our tribe my men we are an anomaly, we will be a completely independent tribe. As a unit we are going to learn to be completely independent as a … tribal … nation. Our fathers and those fore fathers involved in this effort demand reward for those labors in giving us this bitter sweet judgment … to form colony on Mars … to govern ourselves in a military manner. Every man here shall be given to the taking a wife of his choosing…

…you there - stop rolling your eyes. I have told you that you men should be excusing yourselves from these Sunday briefings and shop around at the local churches for suitable young woman. There are plenty of pretty young girls and woman at the local churches - I know because I looked. You young men - I know you can fight, I watch you get drunk and fight amount yourselves ever Friday and Saturday night. Never mind I was there drinking and fighting along with you, I am married and you are not. Twelve married men, eighteen bachelors and eighteen single army issue females is a shit sandwich more than anyone of us here can chew. Let alone me. Amen to that…

…Every man here shall be given to the taking a wife of his choosing… …and for those whom blessed in there holy fathers grace and judgment, children - for whom to them through our blood, benefit from our tribes protectorate - strength of family - and protection complete unto our death.

We will of course be going to places that are already inhabited by indigenous military branches that are not army. The only fighting that I will allow is finishing the ones that we did not start. Finishing a fight is what we are good at, and will continue to be what we excel at as to the fact that we are at a constant state of war, and each man will train and hone his skills to lend to that fact... ...irregardless of location, temperment, or enviroment.

Gentleman, brothers, students... ...commrades!, not only do we owe it to ourselves to be the very best - but we must always remember our duty to our wives and children. No matter where we go in this world or the next, we will work, fight and win our freedom … and …

…free ...we... ...will... ...stay.

Stick around for part two of three:

Sword: A beginning and an ends to a means…

…Part Two: Whats happening now? - Next

STFG:SWORD / M33 / HHMSS Sword / Commander HHQ 1-17th inf, 6TH ID(Light) S.W.O.R.D = CPT(P) M.J.OXXXXX Com.

The Underground

2010-04-09T13:24:00.000-07:00

Yes, that is an image to the left, and not a gay pride bumper sticker. (Honk if you like anal.)
     You might want to open it up and take a good look at this visual aid.
     Over forty percent of the Earth is covered by continental crust rather than ocean. This continental crust is twenty-two to twenty-five miles thick. Most of this thickness is comprised of sedimentary, metamorphic, and igneous (solid cooled magma) rock. The three most common elements of the crust are (believe it or not) oxygen at forty seven percent, silica at twenty-eight percent, and the third most is aluminum at eight percent. Iron only comes in at five percent.
     While the crust may be twenty five miles deep, the deepest recorded mine is only two and a half miles deep, the only reason for that of course is money as the mine is a gold mine in Africa. Of course, the deepest mine in the United States, also a gold mine, is the Homesteak Mine in South Dakota and it only reaches a whooping one and a half miles deep. This mine latter became the Homesteak Experiment (geek scale of 7)...
     So, just scratching the surface, literally, even with the open mines and only making small little tunnels in the earths crust alone. Its deep, so deep in fact I am having trouble filling up this space to even up with the image on the left.
     So what the hell are we doing will all that unused available space?
     Digging secret military bases of course!

Plausibility

     Now, how plausible is it that anyone would be digging so called secret underground bases? Is there any evidence to the whereabouts of these things? I mean, do a simple internet search for underground bases...
     ...and you end up with the results of the craziest assholes on the internets. Apparently, just about everywhere you look on the net, underground bases are, of course, alien in nature, under the Denver airport, and every hack job ufo hunter out there is copying and pasting the locations of ever single suspected, imaginary hole in the ground.
     So you got to hand it to the internets peeps. They certainly lend credence for the "ordinary" people out there to not take them seriously at all. However, at the same time, there is some truth to this. Is the underground base master complex as extensive as everyone is trying to elude it is? Probably not. Even in my capacity of "knowing" (and trust me - I don't know everything)... ...there are underground facilities that would boggle the mind. Three of them, I have personally been in.

     So, it is completely plausible. Aside from the ICBM missile bunkers, there are other known underground military bases around the world. Everybody is into it, Russia, China, Finland, Sweden, Switzerland (hell even North Korea) all have had a few of there underground military bases at least publicly photographed at least one time or the other.
     About the only country you can not find any public data or images of underground military bases is of course the United States of America. (and of course after exhaustive research - someone will prove me wrong)
     Now, interestingly enough, technically speaking this is not a hard thing to do, digging in large places in the twenty five miles thick crust. The only problem is economic viability - and of course we know that is not a problem with magic money. I could spend all day boring you with trying to myth-bust it out as to if its plausible or not that we have large underground bases - it should be a given. The bigger question is the why.

Production

     No one batted an eye when I showed that we had sixty plus F-117 stealth fighters, all the sudden like, moved from various bases on and around dreamland. Where the hell where they built? North of LA? The facilities are not large enough for fuill scle production. I seriously doubt that. Large installations in Nevada? Have you actually seen Google earth? What large structures could support this endevor? There’s only one choice for military factory when you want it hidden and completely inaccessible to anyone. Underground.
     Anyone seen the size of a car factory from the air? Now how about a legit civilian aircraft factory? Huge doesn’t quite cover it - and cover it is exactly what the government needs to do. It just makes sense.

Case Example

    My favorite place to live, an old historic Air Force Base located in Arizona - now turned polytechnic college does have a large underground component. Built to house several air wings, the pilots, there families, and all the rest of the staff to include the janitors, it is huge, immense...

...I saw it as a little boy, believe it or not. The hanger section alone can hold several space shuttles - and that I know as a fact. Right there in the middle of a city is a massive underground structure that no one, save key maintenance personnel - know anything about.

The pineapple under the sea

Now, its not just the on land underground bases that are quite interesting, its also the US Navies undertakings that have left me baffled with the shear scope, immagination, and ... well ... the balls it took to sell the idea. And sell it they did...

I have had some interesting talks with the Navy personnel at this facility I am at. They know full well who I am, and what I do on the side so things have been shortened to say the least. However, discussions have come up to some of the things I have previously talked about - such as the submersible aircraft carriers, flying submersible aircraft, I haven’t even touched on the new, void subs. The thought that we have these numerous and so large there hard to hide assets made me think and ask - where the hell are we hiding them. Certainly we need to have a place to refit, repair, re-man and the like.

    I was only responded to with grins of knowing and hint. Some folk where more than willing to give more than hints - but that subject matter is best levied on another blogg topic.
     Geee... someone said, where would you want to hide a submersible aircraft carrier, surely you wouldn’t want to have a surface base... ...say what?
     Noooo... another said smiling ...you would definitely want it to be land accessible, but not connected to the mainland... ...hurmmm?
     The old salty sonnarman sayz... ...yeah, you better check yer bearing on this subject, Captian... ...whunerrrhhmmmm?
     Certianly these guys wanted to get something out, something that they new the "enemy" certainly knew all about and my "blabbing" about it wouldn't make them ultimetly accountable. They are getting into the spirit of things and for that I am gratefull.
     Take your time to ponder these things - and understand the direction and purpose of the why. (This post started to turn into something much larger than would be requirede to generate thought and conversational topics... ...hey, I got a day job you know...)

Sword

Easter?

2010-04-02T14:40:00.000-07:00

Firing from the hip – here is what I think about Easter and this is coming from a former Catholic Trained priest.

Every week millions upon millions of upper middle class people will put on expensive suits and dresses; load themselves into expensive cars, SUV's and drive directly past Veteran and homeless shelters, orphanages, prisons, and missions to there very expensive and exclusive church where someone will tell them how to be more like Jesus...

...Easter only makes this ridicules ritual even more obscene.

So, this weekend I have determined to drop some images as easter eggs. Hopefully you can find some good stuff. Have a happy easter.

...and I approve this message.

Creationists still havn't figured out the dinosaur enigma yet...

You know its comming.

Part of the Palin pack...

What Hoggie is going to give us as his "revelation" of Phobos

Once seen, it cannot be unseen...

Nuff said...

Suitable for framing...

We knew back then...

Can you name this man?
It's on the Geek scale of 9

I have loads of this stuff...

Remember, Jesus hung out with twelve out of work hippes and a whore!

Sword

Part 3: The Curious case of the Militant Shuttle

2010-03-16T13:02:00.000-07:00

     It is time for a little history lesson to put some stuff in perspective. While we have been screwing around with Operation: Paperclip stuff, something else was beginning to stir in the MIL-FACT long before the Dyna-Soar, The MOL project, even the Space Shuttle. It is important to understand the bureaucracy involved and the fact that there are, and has always been, sections of the government that have existed without many people knowing about them that are specifically related to the “secret” space program.
     We will be jumping around through time here from bit to bit – please bare with me.
     It is important at this time to remember my mentions and ramblings on the discovery of the “special location” in the Grand Canyon, which is now considered as a black area by our government, and then of course visited by every sitting president since then either covertly or openly. Added now, if I haven’t in the past, is an interesting correlation between the constellation Orion and the location of the “Isis” temple in the Grand Canyon. Of course, I could do an entire blogg post on this subject alone, as it is a significant part of the story about the “secret” space program. For now, however, I will leave you with the location and the map image to add some tantalizing details to what is hidden there, and what was found. Namely to refresh your memory, at first was found not really a temple mind you but a large facility (post Kincaid), an escape “boat” and latter, in a seemingly abandoned hanger in the same integrated facility located in the canyon, what has been called – “The Hot Rod”…

…oddly enough a pattern of pueblo villages in the state of Arizona mirrors all the major stars of the Orion constellation. No where else on the planet do so many ancient sites mirror a constellation so exactly. I am surprised that this known, scientifically proven fact, has not been more thoroughly explored by mainstream science… …then again old man mason might just shoot you for being in his back yard.

Directly related to Americans getting first in the Air and then into space came all the civilian government organizations and committees that normally show up when something needs to be studied, reversed engineered, and then built into something humans in today’s age can use.

The precursor to NASA was NACA or National Advisory Committee for Aeronautics (NACA). These guys had been mucking around trying to fly with the “found” specifications from the 1906 “find” in the Grand Canyon. The civilians of the cause created NACA in 1920 and had such facilities as Langley Research Center, and the then called Muroc Flight Test Unit, which was the training center for the Army Air Core. Muroc is now Edwards Air Force Base. NACA tended to be “loose” with its studies (much like another yet secret organization) as this quote demonstrates: “In addition to formal assignments, staff were encouraged to pursue unauthorized "bootleg" research, provided that it was not too exotic.” NACA claims the right to the first supersonic plane, the Bell X-1 (1945), and the first edge of space plane the X-15 (1962) [Both of which look like traditional, "old school/retro space rockets]. So certainly, it would be an understatement to say that very, very early in the 1920’s where taking off and going all out to get up there. NACA finally figured out that they could indeed get up into space and flipped itself into NASA in 1958.
Then, an another, secretive organization comes along and acts as a middleman for the DOD and all the other three letter organizations. No, it was not SWORD…

Enter the National Reconnaissance Office.

The NRO is part of the Department of Defense and founded in 1960, no one publicly new about them until 1985, and wasn’t even officially acknowledged until 1995 – and only then because there existence was leaked to the media and they where both hoarding money and spending it on black projects that no one new anything about. Aside from working with the CIA, it also has partnerships with the NSA, NGA, they also work with the United States Strategic Command and Naval Research Laboratory. On top of that they also provide imagery to the NAO for law enforement pourposes. Now, for an example of the nutty fun they partake in, these chaps where responsible for the recovery of one of the first photo reconnaissance programs called Corona. Keep in mind folks that these satillites the NRO ran would literlly crap film and drop it into the atmosphere where a plane would recover it mid-flight… …in the 1960’s… There where many satillite reconisance programs that the NRO ran and nevermind the fact that the USAF was messing around at the same time with Samos and MiDAS, whose data is still classified. The NRO has also admited to using high end Synthetic Aperture Radar (SAR) and Space Based Radar (SBR) systems. Guess who set up that brillant pieace of media of the satillite that was shot down by a missile fired from a Navy cruiser two years ago (February 21, 2008) that we made such a fuss about? –the NRO. And that’s just what they admit to...

So a major player in the space race was open for buisness in the 1960’s and accesable by no less than five of those pesky three letter acronymed orginizations for twenty five years spending money on black projects like there was no tommarow – and - you never knew about it. Hundreds of people working hand in hand with a black organization working on black projects, and it was kept secrect for twenty-five years. Ohh, and by the way, they have saved up 1.7 Billion dollors for a rainy day fund that no one new anything about untill very recently.

So why the history lesson?

Because the NRO was heavily invested in the development of the Space Shuttle. Hell, the DOD already had space fighters – now they needed to do some heavy lifting. So in marches the NRO (The DOD middleman) to the NASA offices and dictates some of the specifications to what the production shuttle should be. Keep in mind what the heck is going on here... The MIL-FACT/DOD dictates to the supposed civillian space organization what the shuttle will be, through the NRO. Why? Because they want there own version and want someone else to fund the cost of labor in designing it and taking care of the factory level base frame production. It was about this time that the MIL-FACT was on a “modular” basis. That is meaning of course that the MIL-FACT was looking to standardise parts and equipment... ...and make the parts externally interchangeable. Much easier to fix things if you don’t have five different types of planes that need five different types of tools and five diffrently trained mechanics to keep the fleet up and running.
The NRO/DOD was heavily involved in not only the design and the construction of the shuttle but also the staffing of personell flying the shuttle. I am not going to go into detail, but of all the astronaunts flying the shuttle what percentage do you think are miltary and what percent are bonified civillians? Hmmmm?

     One particular mission of note is the STS-33 mission – still classified – and its listing on the wiki has some intereting details that the casual observer would miss. Also on the DOD/NRO list of missions of note is the mission STS-51-C. The mission was to park a large signal intelligance satillite (SIGNIT) called of all things … ORION, and it is sitting in geosynchronous orbit, and it has a dish on it 100 yards wide. No one involved with the mission will comment beyond this recent statement from Astronaut Payton: “It’s still up there, and still operating.”
     Now I know I have been sending you off on a bit of a history lesson. Bare with me. If you look at the list of missions – the military was using the “civilian” NASA shuttle with military pilots to deliver there large military loads from the beginning of the program until 1991 when it abruptly ends – which is when the military shuttle program came online. What other explanation is there for the petering off of military missions for the space shuttle?
     What?, the military just shrugged and said, “meh…"
     Now some folk are going to say that is impossible, that too many people would know about it and talk. Well, let’s look at the chain of command for such an endeavor, again, from wiki:

“The United States has organized its military forces into ten unified combatant commands respectively led by a single four star General or Admiral who reports directly to the Secretary of Defense. Six of the unified commands span the globe in terms of different geographical areas. In addition, there are four functional commands where specialized military activities are run by a single “Combatant Commander.” The chain of command runs from the President to the Secretary of Defense to the combatant commanders of the Unified Combatant Commands.”

So it looks like a whopping total of four people are in the chain of command for any space core. So it goes from the CIC, to the SECDEF to Combatant Commander to the “officer on the ground”. I know, I know, that still doesn’t account for all the affiliated personnel from the flight mechanics to the pilots and including the janitor and his dog, Rosco. But let’s keep in mind that these are military personnel who can be jailed immediately, without trial - indefinitely for even uttering a word. It’s certainly not inconceivable that an extremely large, remote organization could remain hidden for decades – especially if these are specialized military personnel or militia…
Second of all, folk will say – where in the hell would they hide it? And where would they get the fuel? You need gas right? As I have stated before, Alaska has a long history of being able to support this endeavor, secret launching methods not with standing.

Alaska has everything you need to keep things under control and out of sight. It’s remote and some could say desolate landscape will keep out even the craziest “ufo hunter”. Alaska is big country, you could have facilities of rather large sizes out of sight, nestled in some valley somewhere hidden and no one would even chance on them accidentally. There’s also plenty of raw oil for the taking, and I mean plenty. Add the “secret” government’s penchant for digging in like a tick and having things they don’t want bombed or seen, like a refinery, and you end up with three major space related facilities hidden in the vastness of the great state of Alaska. We really have nothing to worry about up here, every other ufo nut bag in America is still enthralled by the completely staged counter intelligence spectacle known as Roswell – and – everyone seems to think that Area 51 is the end all be all. Ultimately its easier for the MUFON nit-wits to rent a car and drive to the desert than buy a airplane ticket and then hike several hundred miles into nothing, and we know that.
Of the military shuttle, they are as differently configured as a military hummer would, mission specific to generic. These things exist – and in greater number than you would think. The Army has at least three that I know of – know of as in seen with my own eyes. The Navy probably has at least twenty, only DOD knows how many the Air Force has. There are several variants. Some are closed with bomb bay doors instead of payload doors. Some have VTOL capability. Some are completely sealed and are used primarily for transportation. The newer variants have a split tail, flatter overall height and squat landing gear. Almost all have a large gyroscope(s) in the front. I’m no scientist but apparently it helps in high speed maneuvers in space.

Apparently the media has been trying to tell you about it as well. Of course I am referring to our favorite, television show – the West Wing with all its happy little Masonic hints and teases not to mention naming SWORD by name as well. The funny thing is – if ya’ll remember – is that within days of that airing episode dealing with the military shuttle and what the public should know about it there was an unannounced launching of “a military asset” from Vandenberg Air Force Base, [which is – in case you didn’t know – where the military was to receive ownership of the original military shuttles (complete facilities built at the cost of $4B) and the home of the original MOL program and also home to the USAF Space Command.] So, they said it on the air, and then it happened in real life…

Now why would you want to have such a large lifting capacity? What could you possibly send up on a military shuttle you would not want to be lifted by the “civilian” NASA shuttle? Shuttles are great, but as a hummer is considered a “soft” target, so are the military space shuttle variants. You definitely need something mission specific up there that is armored, and has enough specific weaponry to get the job done and can travel further and faster, something that can do something more than just shore duty. So, is the military, on the kick of modularization going to reinvent the wheel? No.

Submarines are manufactured in modules. That is, sections of a submarine are made in one place and then shipped to a different location for assembly. What a perfect thing to have in space. It already has the necessary things for survivability in space right from the factory. Several sections at a time can be sent up in the space shuttle. A few simple modifications to propulsion, and bingo, space sub. Hmmmm, I wonder if anyone has posted a link with stuff floating around in space (Saturn address) that look roughly like submarines…
Can you smell what I am cooking?

Coming up next:
Military Space Stations: SWORN to protect?

Sword

Part 2:Space Fighters A-GO-GO...

2010-03-12T13:59:00.000-08:00

Now that I have your attention, lets move on to the next bit o' blogg for ya'll to chew on: The "Secrect" Military Space Program.
I’ve told my bit on that. Things here, things there. Some to folk privately, most public. I’ve been on board some of this hardware, and talked to those who have been in the fight fist hand. “Sounds made up…” some would say. As I have shown in the previous blogg, truth is stranger than fiction – and as my Father always said, “ the Truth will set you Free.”
He also told me that a F-15 Eagle could get into orbit, just getting back down was a problem... ...but that was a long time ago... ...and the basis of this part of the blogg series...

Short story. I started blogging in accordance with Operation:Disclosure, a SFTG:SWORD/NASA plan of action to fill in the American public on the seriousness of the knowledge that the secret Masonic side government is taking very, very seriously. If ya’ll remember, it was a rough start. Quite frankly, I would much rather be getting shot at and risking decompression than dealing with this silly ass thing – most of the time. I must admit however, even through getting shit thrown at me by fellow bloggers as if they are monkeys and shame and ridicule from my own peers for being irrelevant – I have actually come to love “The Blogg”. As a matter of fact, so do my upper level peeps, but I cannot divulge on that at all… [Addendum: Ultimetly considered failed do to the fact the Public Relations puke failed to emerge...]

Keeping with the theme that absolutely stupid sounding gibberish can, and most time does, turn out to be true - Let me draw your attention to another strange set of things that sounds made up but turns out to be true.

The F-117 Nighthawk.
You folk should know it as the “Super Star” Stealth Fighter of “Operation: Desert Storm”. The Nighthawk was famed and fabled poster child of everything right and mighty of the American mind and spirit during the first time we went to Iraq. Everybody knows about the stealth fighter and its bigger brother the B-2 Stealth Bomber.

This was something “new” to the public and generated a lot of American pride with the social conscious being aware of the fact that we could sneak into the night above our enemies and blow them to hell with a lot of ka-blewie undetected and return unharmed. You know, no mess, no fuss, real American hero shit. First shown to the public in 1988 it soon became a media darling. Apparently, based on what they are telling you – the public – the “Nighthawk” was not possible of flying until the seventies because computers where not powerful enough to control the flight, and only then [in the seventies] was the craft built. The problem it seemed then was that the mathematics and radar technology based of off Russian and a German scientists (respectably) in the sixties where to complicated for a aircraft to fly with any stability. Bullshit…Certainly civilian computers where not fast enough or small enough – but the intel corp dosen’t have its own military R+D funding for shitz n’ grinz…

The devil is in the details for this one. They hide it right in front of your face.

Well, just based off the Wiki article – anyone who’s anybody here with your proven sense of detail, should start thinking about how likely this was built before the sixties…

…officially “operational capability was achieved in October 1983” should be read as “we’ve been flying and fucking around with this thing since 63’”. The facts of its designation, the “F” of the 117 is telling. Of course, those who know aircraft and other avaition junkies already know that something is amiss with this “F” designation, but for those of us not into all that, here’s a snip from the wiki article itself:

"The operational aircraft had the official designation of "F-117A". Most modern U.S. military aircraft use post-1962 designations in which the designation "F" is usually an air-to-air fighter, "B" is usually a bomber, "A" is usually a ground-attack aircraft, etc. (Examples include the F-15, the B-2, and the A-6.) The F-117 is primarily a ground-attack aircraft so its "F" designation is inaccurate. The designation "F-117" seems to indicate that it was given an official designation prior to the 1962 U.S. Tri-Service Aircraft Designation System and could be considered numerically to be a part of the earlier "Century series" of fighters.”

Say f@*king what? Seems to me even the “offical” (as offical as wiki can get) seems to be telling us one thing in the overview and in the details they are letting it slip of something else. If we stay with the premise that the government only shows what is considered old technology –and- we read between the lines –then- we can deduce that this plane has been flying around as a fighter prior to 1962.

Is it inconceiveable that the Nighthawk was flying around, dirtying the shorts of Russian and Chinesse pilots alike for a two whole decades, its only evidance of exsistance a radar lock on their six o’clock? "What was it, Yuri? I do not know comarade, perhaps ufo?" Then in a manner of “dipolomancy” reveal the Nighthawk and its bigger brother to the American public as “new” technology when in fact all the worlds powers that be know that this apex predator has been hunting them down for decades... ...Impossible?

For a nation built by, and still governed by, a secrective quasi-religious masonic order, whose first and last name is secrect – no – it is not inconciveable that this technology not only was opperational in the sixties – but was kept secrect and hidden.

I would submit that this is just one black project that the U.S. MIL-FACT has owned up to, and proably only then under international pressure because no one in our media was talking about it. Even then it was only produced to the public for consumption due to its changing base location. Base location!?

Oh that’s right, you didn’t hear, we had approxitmitly sixty nighthawks in operational status when it became public and it required and entire Air Force base to house them. That’s right, the entire god damm fleet of sixty plus secrect aircraft had to be moved from where they where before at Tonopah Test Range Airport, Nevada –or- Nellis Air Force Base, Nevada to a far more public location Holloman Air Force Base, New Mexico. Guess they had to make room for the newly operational second generation of stealth fighters and I am not talking about the F-22 or the F-35. Even the B-2 had to be shown off to the public due to the fact that having a base in the middle of f@cking Missouri makes it real hard to hide a aircraft looking like that smack in the middle of the bread basket. Even then, the details of its flight status before it was shown to the public has been skewed.

So, even the aircraft that are the poster children of an open and free society have scketchy details at best, as it should be. With just a little reading one can duduce that the government is not really lying to the public – they are just not telling you the whole truth at any given time. In the matter of deffense – sounds good to me. If the “public” knows about it, then everybody knows about it to.

Lets move into the funny litle subject of the X category and some of the other nifty little aircraft that I know are flying around. Funny thing is, if you look at the links list of craft, The F-117... ...it isn't on the list... Ohhhh realllly?

You guys remember the link I posted about the flying dinosaur? Specifically the X-20 Dyna-Soar? I posted a link awhile ago… …and then they dropped one out of the sky right over Canada. Somedays You got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em… …know when to drop a hint…

…this aircraft started out of course with zee Ghermanz, and through Operation Paperclip, this “nearly proven” aircraft very quickly had every single dam aircraft producer in the united states, literlly Boeing, Convair, Douglas, Martin, North American, Republic, and Lockheed – scrambling to get there own version of this plane in the air, on DOD request (orders) . What DOD fool wouldn’t want an aircraft capable of dropping a load of boom-boom anywhere in the world in a matter of a few hours, or less(a lot less actually…)? Even the damm Ruskies got into it with there own version, the MiG-105 which had its own improvements that we stole and used on our own future models.

So, obviously – everyone wanted this technology and they wanted it flying now. The concept of flying undetected above radar, far above the range of SAM’s and dropping down on unsuspecting cities or military industrial locations with an ass load of death certainly gave the MIL-FACT shudders of delight. This was a huge project, and the best where slated to fly the craft with such famous names as Neil Armstrong.

This project went black in 1963 when Secretary of Defense, Robert McNamara stated that it was “not useful” and that the Air Force had “no idea what to do with it”. Ohhhh realllly?

So, the Air Force “cancelled” it meaning they moved it to black funding – and the Air Force moved into immediately working on the “Manned Orbital Lab”… …more on that latter. Now of course “they” want you to think that we do not have anything like this flying around and only until recently with the X-37B is the Air-Force getting serious..

This “concept” has been in production just like other different airplanes for decades. We have a long list of prototypes that are and constantly being put into production. We have accumulated production planes and new research designs including the X-41 F.A.L.C.O.N. program which is “classified” and more than likely has been flying for about a decade. When you look at documentation, it’s the same craft, just different names to keep the funds flowing. On the “new” X-41:

“The X-41 involves an experimental maneuverable re-entry vehicle carrying a variety of payloads through a suborbital trajectory, and re-entering and dispersing the payload in the atmosphere. In December 2002 the DepSecDef directed the Air Force and Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA) to establish a joint program office to accelerate the Common Aero Vehicle (CAV) effort to meet this requirement.”

They are not going to reinvent the wheel folks.
Why does some of the concept drawings for the Nighthawk and the Dynamic Soarer – look so dammed similar?
How is it that it has been described as “bat” looking? Wonder if there are any bats on space mission patches?
How hard would it be to strap a booster to the ass end of a nighthawk and blast that mutha into space?
Just what in the hell has the NAVY been up to this whole time?
Hmmmmm…
That’s just the “Space Fighter” idea that’s more than just flying around in someone’s imagination. While I have never been on, or near a space fighter – there are larger things floating around in orbit… …I have been on.

Stick around for part three - "The mysterious case of the Militant Space Shuttle"…
Sword

Truth is relative… ...Origins

2010-03-09T14:45:00.000-08:00

To have an open society and everyone knowing everything - why it is just the American Way. Ohhh - Really? I laugh when people say – “well, if we had it, we would and should know about it.”
Apparently, the majority of Joe Schmoe public doesn’t care if we have submersible aircraft carriers, military space stations, space fighters, killer satellites, and kittens that can shoot lasers out of their arses. All they care about is cheap gas, legal weed, and CSI: Topeka. There is of course a slice of the American pie though that do not want to go along with that preprogrammed life of sit-coms and ten dollar an hour jobs - and where determined to have the “Brutal truth” revealed. Bloggers. (Shudder)

Those intrepid individuals turned to the internet in the hopes of attracting like minded souls in an effort to get down top the bottom of all this silly secretly hidden things – why – they had the right to know! But they had no one to guide them to what the truth is - or was - or will be...

From out of the shadows came a fearless heroic leader... (Danh-Dun-Dun-Nahhh) Author, scientist, and now, the brave leader thought – blogger. As his website a ship called S.S. Captian’s Blogg and the seas the internet, this brave C rated celebrity would captain himself and his faithful motley followers - to (Last star on the right) the truth!

At first with a few toes in the water he began his voyage with commentary regarding normal things such as space shuttle missions and benign space pictures. However, the SS Captians Blogg really started to rock when it came into troubled water with the motley crew looking at “controlled” storms on the horizon. All the while the crew dammed the government for not spilling its secrets while our government (apparently) was efficiently dispersing a large population and destroying a significant section of an American city. The fearless blogg leader stated that the government was using strange musical instruments of extraordinary scalable power to control the hurricanes. Ohhhhh nooooooozzzzzz! Of course the crew cried! The government is playing with there HARRP!

Then things got weird.

Some dickhead named Sword showed up on deck and started spilling the beans amid internet trolls and disbelievers spouting claims that he was involved in the horrendous act in a small way and that he was ... a Mason! Gasp! A Pirate! It was completely unexpected! This Sword charater also claimed to be a member of a much larger group of techno-militant-Masonic-hippies who have been in cahoots with the U.S. Military since the early 1900’s. The techno-militant-Masonic-hippie even implemented the fearless blogg leader himself as to be a honorary member of this old, hidden society. No one needs to know that he decreed!
Then things got even stranger.

The SS Captians Blogg caught on fire and everyone was trying to piss out the flames. Choas reigned supreme! What would the fearless Captain do!? The best selling author-scientist-blogg leader completely unannounced jumped over the side of his ship the S.S. Captains Blogg mid-sentence and disappeared without a trace, and thus, abandoned his faithful motley crew of truth seekers and his ship only to return on a diffrent ship much latter having wrote a book about techno-militant-Masonic-hippies as if it was his idea from the get go and acted as if his ship, the S.S. Captians Blogg, never existed.

Then things just got sad.

The old ship was renamed Dry Dock, then the “Flying Shit-Hook of Death” – then people started walking the plank. Remember the jerk off named Sword who screwed the voyage up for everybody by pressing the ships captian on details of his life before he was a blogging captian? Yeah – they put him in a rowboat and pointed towards the shore.

So the Flying Dutchmen, err, the FSHOD continued to sail on, sometimes a ships captain was present, sometimes they would flip a coin to see who would captian next. Then, oddly, and predictably enough – the on again, off again FSHOD captain retired to his quarters and never returned to deck.

The Sword character is still rowing along side with his shorts as a sail and a hand made Jolly Roger at the top of the mast. Every once and awhile crew members of the FSHOD throw trash at him when they grow tired of his babbling madness...

All in all, a sad tale – a tale of woe. It is a god damm greek tragedy...

It sounds completely made up, this story – but as we all know – that’s just about the way it happened. This is why I am getting laughed at by the people that apparently you folks on the outside absolutely hate. Those dastardly black hat powers that be ... I don’t blame them for laughing either – the above should illustrate what the real “brutal truth” is. We are clowns. Fools. Sheep. Even our/your self proclaimed “Captain” abandoned you/us to take what he was hearing/did and turn it into a book. Instead of boldly going off in search of the truth – he’s selling his truth back to you/us for about ~~$29.99~~, ~~$25.95~~, now only $16.28…!

The jerk in the rowboat, remember me?

I have been trying to give it straight without getting my ass in (to much) trouble for years now. I can’t always just spell stuff out for you. I can’t always take you by the hand and lead you down the hall to the correct doors. Some of this stuff you guys are going to have to figure out by your damm selves. (Grumble)

Lets move on to more ramblings from the jerk in the rowboat...
…we can always assume that anything that we know the military has in its arsenal is to be considered by us as decades old technology. All the new stuff that we want to know about is of course kept secret – as it should be. Why in the hell should the MIL-FACT (Military Factory: All of the Department of Defenses and DARPA’s efforts to create, build in production, and put into operational use – of military hardware) – where was I? Oh...

Why in the hell would, or should, the MIL-FACT tell anyone outside their circle anything about what they are doing? Seriously? Why should the U.S. Government expand on why they have a small moon base, or a mars colony, or a Naval Space fleet? In what interest is it for the nation to do so? There is not any interest to the nation or the American public to tell them, or you, what we got. Our best weapons and research, especially our knowledge, should be kept secret – inviolate! The best weapon to have is the one that your adversary dose not know you have.

That being the case – why in the hell would a U.S. Army Captain show up on the filthiest place on the earth, the internet, and start spilling some of the most magical fruit on some of the most secret of secret things the government holds and NOT end up getting shot in the face?

Good question.

Three part answer to a one part questions. One – WE (SWORD) want to be known, so when we start doing what we do best, the public doesn’t assume it’s an alien invasion. Two – A promise to twenty nine other men (Project:Disclosure – AKA NASA’s legal way out…). Three – The so called powers that be knew that no one would believe it anyway and if they did – it would be such a micro percentage of the public, it wouldn’t matter anyway…
…anyone who has been reading the blog for awhile, even since the beginning (they should launch that thing in a tube!), know it is a lot more complicated than that. Hell, even the trolls who throw shit over the side of FSHOD know it’s more complicated than that.

Stick around for part two, coming very soon…
[Space Fighters, The Curious Case of the Militant Space Shuttle, Military Space Stations, The Crazy Christians, and the Revolutionist Nut-Bags]

Sword

Blockade...

2010-02-12T13:11:00.000-08:00

Soooo…
…lots going on.
I continue to “train” for the inevitable journey I will soon take. There are bright, unusual lights in the sky above Norway. Last but not least, the President has rolled back the chances that the civilian space agency known as NASA will have to set foot on the moon yet again. Some people are speaking of escalating “wars” in space. We will get to all this in due time.

On the training.

It’s sometimes boring, sometimes strange – as in having a class called beard management – but never to dull that I feel like I am wasting my time. Winslow Arizona isn’t the only place that is preparing potential astronauts and military colonists for the surface of Mars. North West Arizona holds some of that training as well; in fact, there probably isn’t a cardinal direction on the map here in Arizona that doesn’t hold some sort of training ground for that proverbial “final” frontier. I won’t stretch myself and go into further detail.

Discussion.

     It came to a head that we where discussion the history of colonization and the major differences between then, as in Mayflower then, and now and tomorrow. Of course in our roundtable we where asked – as I as you now – what would be the number one thing you would need to bring with you to Mars. Of course, being grunts packed in with geologists, Army Core Engineers, climatologists, horticulturists and the other myriad of professions we said: beer and women.
     After we got over ourselves (and scolded), things like tools, air, and food came into play. You see folks; this isn’t exactly like we are floating across the water rowing a boat onto a distant shore. It is much more complicated than that. Imagine getting off the Mayflower and dying of asphyxiation. You have to bring everything with you, or build everything you need there.
     So, getting simple and serious, we said and oxygen plant. Simple enough. And spare parts – smart. Then, the one mechanical engineer whom we like said (former grunt)– a foundry. A foundry! Of course! Then he said a CNC machine. A what? A milling machine, makes parts, he said. Then things got interesting – and divulging the totality of the conversation would mean volumes here. The purpose of the exercise of course was to give us an understanding of the why and what. Also, to let it be known the two divisions of the one primary mission: Make it habitable, make it secure, and make it fast.

Daunting.

     Well, not really. Among the list of things going, or already there, or on the way include no less than five “Rickovers”, three CNC, a portable foundry, three “bus” sized hospitals, twenty live orange and lime trees, two hundred chickens, twenty goats and the construction material for five ninety foot domes and twenty thirty foot domes. I thought I’d mention the farm friends because I didn’t believe it myself until I met the Director of Military Husbandry.
     Now the funny thing and one of the other things I have been trained on is one of the most unusual things on the list. On the “bus” list is “Spray Polyurethane Foam” and mathing spray paints. Thosands of gallons worth of both.What the military plans on doing is simple as it is effective, and has very much experience in. Where going to hide ourselves in the most miltary manner: camofluage. Looks like a crater of a cliff face will be altered greatly. At least for the things we cant bury outright or would rather have as far away from us as possible will this be used.
     The reason for this of course is the fact that any nation not with US could find out that we have hundreds on the ground – caught breaking all kinds of treaties.
     Its definetly going to be an experience. I’m fairly certain that aside from my reconisance duties that I will be able to countinue to blog seeing how the civillian side has figure out the internet to space connections for US. Still no video feeds, to much bandwidth for such little return.
     But there are others things going on now aren't there?
     Yes indeed.

Naval Blockade

     The Chief, perhaps after having heard his 33rd breifing, and having a suitable roundtable counsul – has put the breaks on the civillian side of the moon. I am of the strong mind – and my peers around hear back me up – that this second go around to the moon was meant to pull the curtain back to the grand show that we have all been talking about – that is the fantastic ruins left on the moon.
     Perhaps the Chief determined that the civillian public just isn’t ready to find out that there are ruins on the moon. Nor perhaps does the Chief think he should spill the beans during his first term to the US military pressence there. So, for the time being, that can of worms will remain unopened.
     You see friends, its not just the moon that’s the issue – it’s the immensity of the whole picture that involves the Moon, Mars, Saturn, Iapetus, and all the fortold “lore” we have. It’s a big bite that will be tough to chew at one get go. What his plan is of course, no one really knows… plans of mice and men... But, we have our bets. We are betting that the following already under way:

NASA will go away. The civillian proliferation of space will not come to pass. Do to the fact that the primary places we need and want to go to have milatary value – everything out there will be classfied as eminet domain of national securtiy – the same way this nation thought of “manifest destiny”. The US dosen’t need a civillian space agency now that the military has more rescources already in use and in place than the struggleing civillian space agency could ever hope to have. Some “threat” will come about, natural or Soviet and the cards will be laid on the table. It’s the perfect play. If you, my fellow readers can not already see this playing out…
…then I don’t know what else to say.

Norway Lights Extravaganza.

     This is a product of the Harrp Techniologies, pure and simple. Hoagland says it’s a beam weapon – I agree – he dose see a beam. I agree because I have seen this in a much smaller scale. The last time I saw something like what we are seeing over Norway it wasn’t like this, it was more straight up in the air, and it wasn’t being used as a weapon – quite the opposite. Although, it is true, the same thing that the military designed to move swirley clouds around can also be used as a pretty powerful weapon. I have never seen it tested as so, but I know it can be done…
     So what is R.H. looking at?
     He’s seeing a source point feeding an electrical force field. Yes – a force field. Harrp technology used intially to destroy incoming debris, now being used to "stop" any moving object.
     The fact that a Russian missle was tested at near the same time, I think was not really a concidenace as the Soviets are constantly bitch slapping each other over the subject of missile deffense. The American side of this argument just showed that the bitching slapping is over. Why did we give up the idea of "tradional" missile deffense in Poland? Now the answer seems clear, does it not? The shell game of course! We had already secured another nation for a similar project useing diffrent technology... ...which incidently works better closer to the poles...
     Oddily enough – no one has made the connection to the shape of the beam in the “Norway Incident” to the beam that SWORD forces created during the “Opehilia” hurricane. Remember this: Ophelia MIMIC.
     The beam coming from a space satellite and a ground station look similar because they are the same HARRP like technologies.

So, escalation?

     No – it’s the same old same old. I told you folks a long time ago that the Cold war never really ended. It just moved to a different theater.
     Now instead of global domination, it has become much bigger than that. While at the same time – we work together to solve Earth dilemma’s – we are in fact in a “light intensity” war with the soviets and there friends the Chinese, both trying to slow us down. It is not a matter of production or industrial might, this war is being won by that most valuable resource known to man – knowledge.
     I have been talking about this for quite a awhile and rehashing all that is would mean another volume of work that I just don’t have time for right now. Just let it be known that militarily speaking – the U.S. has total dominance in space. That’s how Eisenhower wanted it, and it’s worked out pretty good so far.

R.H. asked these questions:

“Who -- ultimately -- would benefit, from deterring some joint (either current or planned ...) US/Russian action? Who have now -- in these astonishing apparitions -- publicly taken on BOTH reigning "superpowers" ... here on Planet Earth!?" - R.H.

He came up with this answer: “The Secret Space Program!” I think he said it, like, what, five times?
     We are not related to the Nazi’s in any way.
     If there are any warring factions (as he says), the Soviet space race/war rivalry aside, there are many, and it isn’t really a war, rather a rivalry, and its in The American [JANUS] government over who gets to use what, when, why, and how. SWORD seems to be the pinch hitter from time to time. We also don’t always agree with what is going on, and use our own technology to our own ends, as in the whole Katrina era nutty-mess.
     Hit or miss – R.H. on the right track, sort of. The answer to WHO would have not only the bawls but the technological know-how to take on both the US and Soviet powers (and now somebody of the same technological origin is also screwing with the Chinese) – would obviously be SWORD, Masonic SWORD Proper, and all of our sub-categories of defense and space production.

R.H. certainly seems to be coming full circle in a round-a-bout way with his rementioning of the "weather wars" - which is how all this blogging really got moving in the first place. Dare we hope for MWAV #7 and perhaps answers to whom needs to know?

Sword

The Wise Men

2009-12-24T20:49:00.000-08:00

12.25.2009 (Reprise of: 12.16.2005)

The Wise Men

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Part Two of Three

"The Wise Men"

Matthew 2:10 When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy.

In the last article I focused on the star – its appearance made quiet a stir, everywhere. While I did focus on the star, I left a few things of importance out regarding the wise men – why? The star of course, is the most important element of the whole story – it takes understanding of its appearance and its meaning to truly understand and absorb the next portion of my article.

To recap the last article:
The star of course appeared in the east and led the wise men from the east to the west – where Jesus was born. Remember – it "…went before them…" – and in a manner of speaking – lead them along their path.

King Herod – Roman-appointed governor of Judah – wasn’t in Jerusalem – he was the king of Babylon – and was located in Babylon. Herod was one paranoid bastard. Even his Roman friend Augustus had to admit, "I'd rather be Herod's pig than his son" – alluding to the fact that he killed many for treason (to include his wives and sons) out of his paranoia that someone would usurp his power.

I have no references that I can site that state that Herod was in Babylon. I just know he was there. Now, Herod knew - through his own advisors, priests, and astronomers – that the star would be seen rising in the east and this star would foretell of the coming king. Why not set up shop in Babylon and get the jump on the star? – thus he could send out men to search for the child and have him slain. He wasn’t the only one to have this plan.

Let get down to it.

Again – all references come from the King James Version (KJV) of the Holy Bible – and specifically the book of Matthew, Chapter 2

The book of Matthew 2

2:1Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judaea in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem,

2:2 Saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him.

From the east they came, and they came upon the King, Herod, in Babylon. They asked him, Herod – where is the king? This is quite amusing. Herod is supposed to be the King, and the wise men – from the east (Persia) are asking him – where’s the real deal? – 'cuz you ain’t it buddy!

Concentrating entirely on the KJV only, there is no reference to their ethnicity, or numbers. History points to the fact that they came from Persia – which is east of Babylon. Persia is Iran - Babylon is Iraq. The western tradition is that there where three wise men (probably because of their gifts – numbering three different types) – Eastern tradition sites twelve as the number of wise men. In this matter I would say in the beginning of their quest – twelve is correct – the tradition is in the east, and they came from the east.

Also on this matter – being wise men – they knew better than to send large numbers. Think about it. Large numbers of astrologer priests would either "scare off" any contact they might have with the very protected messiah – or result in them being killed and never heard of again. Best to lay low and send a few emissaries.

The King Herod isn’t going to smite the wise men for asking such a blatantly insulting question (and start a war with Persia to the east when he has enough trouble keeping the west under control) – instead he is shrewd enough to play along because they know something that he doesn’t. Thus we have Mat 2:3

2:3When Herod the king had heard these things, he was troubled, and all Jerusalem with him.

You bet he's troubled!

Wise men from the east have been waiting for this event – and being wise – and knowing that the stars procession has been earlier and earlier, have set watch. When they see the faintness of it in the distance of the heavens – they send out a lead team – who then comes to Herod the King in Babylon.

Jerusalem is troubled as well – the star' arrival is early, really early. Word would have spread quickly through the land. So Herod – trying to save face and eager to get on with his plan of killing the "new" king before he has a chance to grow up:

2:4 And when he had gathered all the chief priests and scribes of the people together, he demanded of them where Christ should be born.

2:5 And they said unto him, In Bethlehem of Judaea: for thus it is written by the prophet,
2:6 And thou Bethlehem, in the land of Judah, art not the least among the princes of Judah: for out of thee shall come a Governor, that shall rule my people Israel.

King Herod gathers everyone together, making a big show of it. He demands from the wise men of the east, where is the child to be born? Basically asking in his court – what do you know? They, the wise men, say to him that the child is to be born "In Bethlehem of Judaea: for thus it is written "by the prophet". Well who in the hell is "the prophet"?

Well, if the wise men where coming from the east – thus, Persia – would they not be, Zoroastrian? Zarathustrianism (also known as Mazdayasna "Worship of Wisdom" ) held many of the same beliefs: of heaven and hell, free will, AND the belief of a coming savior. The Prophet Zoroaster is perhaps the "prophet" that the wise men from the East are referring to?

In any event – men from the east – come to say that "we have the same information that you have" – the child is in Judea, specifically Bethlehem. So, hearing this, and knowing he’s getting no where fast, King Herod asks a more specific question:

2:7 Then Herod, when he had privily called the wise men, inquired of them diligently what time the star appeared.

Okay, he wants to get to the meat of the matter. He asks the wise men who have arrived from the east, when did you first see it? This is to help him, through his own wise men (looking silly right about now) – to figure out when the child was born. This data is needed to figure out just how old he might be, for Herod – that dastardly villain – has a plan "B". He’s paranoid – not stupid. So, he starts the wheels turning; he’s held on to these men of title long enough and he’s not getting any new information out of them. Thusly...

2:8 And he sent them to Bethlehem, and said, Go and search diligently for the young child; and when ye have found him, bring me word again, that I may come and worship him also.

I can see the wise men rolling their eyes now!

Herod was knowingly evil, and the wise men would have known all about him as well.

2:9 When they had heard the king, they departed; and, lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was.

So the faint star that the wise men first spotted in the east is rising on the horizon – and their head start is paying off. There going ot be in the right spot at the right time for the big event. They of course follow the star as it goes before them to Bethlehem. Lets keep in mind that they followed the star from east to west – it had to pass over head at some point – right? :-) :-x

Now, almost out of place, as if the original writer of the Gospel had to add in something very important to the story of the wise men – the astronomers, so Matthew tell us …

2:10 When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy.

This verse above is by far the most confusing placement of a verse I have ever heard of. Maybe not…We KNOW that the wise men have SEEN the star.

So what makes this verse, off on its own in the bible (not attached to any other paragraph) so special? What is the writer trying to convey? Well let’s think about it… You’re an astronomer from a very elite caste of "wise" and very "learned" men. Your so damn smart and knowledgeable, that you are given a "Title" – such as a baron might. Now, you have been studying stars, and learning of all the wonders of the cosmos – and what’s this? The star of crossing from ancient lore... The star of prophecy, that is a timed event that happens once every two hundred and fifty generations.

Thousands of years ago, your peers wrote about it – and you have languished over every word. It’s the super-bowl of astronomy – and you just so happen to live in the time that it will be seen. As an added bonus – the half-time show includes the birth of a great leader – a king – a messiah that’s got ALL the prophets talking.

So, as you, a royal astronomer, bears witness to the star of crossing traversing the very heavens in seven days time, what are you going to do? YAWN? Hell NO!!!

You're going to rejoice with exceedingly great joy! Your witnessing something that many thousands of years before you many scholars, scribes, priests and other astronomers have written about – and that many thousands of years from now WILL write about – and you're seeing it happen before your very eyes. Imagine if you will, living your whole life reading about an event that happens only every 2.5 thousand years (and counting down) and being alive to watch a PLANET of elliptical orbit – literally FLY across the night sky in incredible celestial speed – progressing the entire night sky in seven days!!! At the end, the after party ends with the star slowing fading from sight over the house which is the end of their journey – the house of the new king, the messiah.

Matthew 2:10 – while seemingly misplaced – spells out the fact that as astronomers – the wise men - they had one hell of a "whoop – whoop" dar roof, dar roof, dar roof is on fire – PARTY.

2:11 And when they were come into the house, they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down, and worshiped him: and when they had opened their treasures, they presented unto him gifts; gold, and frankincense and myrrh.

So, their journey is over (sort of) – their destination found. Their reason for traveling now rests before them. The child, which many religions have ordained to be the king of them all lies before them. They have witnessed the star of crossing, and now they are in the presence of a living god. They fall to Jesus' feet and worship him, and present him with the gifts: gold, for his king-ship (college fund); frankincense, a incense used for temple worship (diapers are bad smelling); and of course myrrh, a balm used for embalming as a symbolic gift/gesture of his coming death (if you wipe it under you nose it smells better than the diapers)… …

2:12 And being warned of God in a dream that they should not return to Herod, they departed into their own country another way.

The above verse concludes the story of the wise men.

Knowing of King Herod's plans (I mean, he’s so obvious) and having no allegiance to Herod – they depart to there own country going the long way around.

In the end – they go with god – and stick it to the man...Truly,wise men.

As a side note – before I wrap this up and move on to trying to end it all with a bang (no pun intended) – I want to submit that the image starting the article out is a 6th-century mosaic in San Apollinare Nuovo, "Ravenna"… All three wise men seen in it are wearing Phrygian caps. Phrygian caps can also be found on The U.S. Senate seal – check it out:

http://www.senate.gov/ - and also The U.S. Army seal http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:USArmySeal.png

(You can file that in the "Things that make you go – hmmmmmm)

Thanks for reading – stay tuned for part three – "The Savior – He cometh"

Your civil servant:
Sword

The Coming of a Savior...Part One

2009-12-18T04:36:00.000-08:00

12.12.2005(reprise-12.18.09)

The Saviour's Coming

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Sword
The coming of a savior… Part One

"and, lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before them"

Hello, this is Sword.

For our blogging community I would like to tell of a story that we all think we know through and through. It has been a story told for over two thousand years, and over the course of time, has changed, and perhaps, lost its meaning – and ultimately – its true meaning and understanding.
This story I wish to tell is the story of the coming of Jesus and the other two important elements of the story of his birth. I would also like to do this in three parts. Those two other elements of course are the star of crossing – or star of Bethlehem; and the three wise men. I will concentrate my references from the King James Version of the Holy Bible, specifically the book of Matthew.

The Star of Bethlehem

I will start with the element of the story that seems to be the most important, as it begins the story of Jesus arrival, that is the all telling star. Some have speculated that is was a conjunction of planets on the constellation of Pisces; that is of the FISH. Some have said that it was a comet, possibly Halley's comet, and others have even speculated that is was a super nova, first of course by our champion of elliptical orbits: Johannes Kepler. Much has been speculated about this star. However, let us reflect and concentrate as to what is reported in the KJV bible. To set the stage:

Matthew 2:1 Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the
king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem,

2:2 Saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star
in the east, and are come to worship him.

The above sets the stage. Jesus was born in the days of Herod (the dastardly villain), and then three wise men came looking to worship him.

Now, after the stage is set, things get interesting, listen:

2:3 When Herod the king had heard these things, he was troubled, and all
Jerusalem with him.

2:4 And when he had gathered all the chief priests and scribes of the people
together, he demanded of them where Christ should be born.

So, everyone is in an uproar. Everyone is troubled. WHY? Something tells me that the star is early. Let us also remember that the star of Bethlehem has been depicted as a comet. That is, a bright "star" that has a tail. Thus, a fast moving celestial body.
King Herod gathered scribes, which is an important wording. Scribes would have access to all the kingdom records. Why would recorded events be of importance to the King during a time as this? Why would records be important to the "wise men" – also known of the time as astrologers or magi (those dealing in things magical)? Indeed, WHY?

The answer is staring us in the face.

The bible is taking into account that we, the reader, have an understanding that thousands upon thousands of years of historical records were kept by mankind in the ancient Summerian culture (and others) of the ever-important - and ever reoccurring "Star of Crossing". As told to me, the Bible is, "one book of many" – meaning – do not discount the others!

Thus: The king, the wise men (astrologers), and the scribes with all their astronomical recorded events are preoccupied with the star of crossing’s arrival.

2:7 Then Herod, when he had privily called the wise men, inquired of them
diligently what time the star appeared.

Diligently! Diligently, on their backs so to speak – the king wanted to know WHEN the star appeared AND – while not mentioned in the bible (yet implied: "gathered all the chief priests and scribes") – HOW does this reflect on the previous records. The difference in timing makes or breaks the world in this aspect. All of the kingdom was troubled. Everyone can see it, witness it – it’s a tangible truth that can not be escaped. This was a timed event remember – that is, this star of prophecy – it was recorded and foretold to happen over and over - for thousands of thousands of years – and whether or not is was early or late was of GREAT importance to everyone – including the kings. The "wise men" – the astrologers, and the scribes would have a very keen interest in regards to the star being early or not. After all, it was an astrological event that would have happened every twenty five hundred years or so. The star, showing up quite early, in a precession of continually showing up early (as recorded) would tell them all they needed to know.

Remember: "…he was troubled, and all Jerusalem with him." We can understand why Herod would be troubled – for a new king was to arrive – but all of Jerusalem as well? Would this not be a time of celebration immediately? But no, it isn’t – everyone is troubled at first with the appearance of the star.

In Matthew 2:8 the king sends his astrologers out to follow the star to the location of the child’s birth, while he states he wishes to worship him – we all know – biased as readers by his previous actions – that he only wishes to slay him. But back to the matter at hand – the star. Let us see if we can really understand the key phrase here:

2:9 When they had heard the king, they departed; and, lo, the star, which
they saw in the east, went before them, till it came and stood over where
the young child was.

The key phrase of course is: "…went before them…". It literally led them along. Let us consider the location of the wise men – they where to the east of Bethlehem, east of Jerusalem, in Babylon. The rough estimate of travel distance between Babylon and Jerusalem is six hundred miles – to the West. Let us consider this fun fact: "Riding camels" can travel up to 100 miles in one day. For the wise men to follow a "star", over a distance of six hundred miles to Bethlehem west from Babylon, would mean that they would have had to travel day and night – until finally the star faded from sight and there journey was complete. If the wise men where to follow this star over a distance of roughly six hundred miles, they would have followed this "star" for six days, and on the seventh day…

2:10 When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy.
2:11 And when they were come into the house, they saw the young child with
Mary his mother, and fell down, and worshiped him: and when they had
opened their treasures, they presented unto him gifts; gold, and
frankincense and myrrh

As a side note, I love the above verse. It has nothing to do with the star of Bethlehem. It instills peace in my heart, for the following verse(s) show what witnessing the child could do to men of good hearts. Well discuss that in part two.

So, to recap:
A "star" appears, the star of prophecy – and all of the sudden the most powerful king of the land calls for his astrologer’s, priests and scribes. The fact that Herod called for astrologers is one thing, yet – to call for scribes indicates he was looking at historical records!

He sends forth the astrologers– and they follow the star from Babylon west to Bethlehem – roughly six hundred miles away. This journey, by camel would take six days, finally reaching their destination to worship the child on the seventh day.

What could be in the sky that would be illuminated enough for three astrologers to follow for six days worth of travel? Additionally, the star "went before them" – east to west!

What could possibly travel in the sky for six days traveling east to west?

A planet of elliptical orbit perhaps? Could it be the "Star of crossing" from ancient Sumerian lore?

Stay tuned for part 2… …The three wise guys.

The Mystery Journal Cover

2009-12-11T12:56:00.000-08:00

Well...

...here it is.

I recieved this [ahem] ancient journal cover from a LT Danebuam. He could never remember where he got it, and obviously couldn't take it with him where he is going - so I ended up with it. It was falling apart, and around here we have the ability to rebuild it as it where.

Alot of people are interested in it - and what the scene on the cover actually means.

I found it fasinateing - espescially the man in the "lighting bolted" arch.

So - I present it to you truth diggers in an effort to diverge a little from the disclosure pounding bloggs I tend to do.

Oddily enough, Eygptian motiff's, Saturn, and the local town my POST happens to be in - all tie together...

So - comment away on what going on - feel free to downlaod the image and doodle on it and then send it back to me via email - located on the right - and once we get it all figured out - I'll post the outcome.

Also - I have added to new ga-jets. A search function for the blogg and comements (love to post the old stuff) and a "followers" thing-a-ma-job. Over the course of teh weekend we will see how that works out.

SWORD

Media ...

2009-09-21T13:41:00.001-07:00

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…

2009-03-26T13:36:00.000-07:00

…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…

2009-02-14T13:43:00.001-08:00

...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

2009-01-31T13:20:00.000-08:00

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...

2008-12-04T14:05:00.000-08:00

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…

HHMSS

SWORD

2008-10-09T15:06:00.001-07:00

Following "orders"

This is it...

<---------

Shhhh.....

A big post is coming.

And then theres this worst case scenerio:

The Land of ZION...

2008-07-13T02:50:00.000-07:00

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...

HHMSS
SWORD

The Works

2008-07-10T22:52:00.000-07:00

This deserves a regular post:
Still mulling the idea.
This is in reality - a response to my most favorite posters - my most staunch allies - my most trusted men (ahem - not including SWORD proper who posts - in-cod-neat-oh)... ...if it ends up a post proper I hope that the men involved - respect the FACT of what is... ...of what is...

Exodus 5:4
And the king of Egypt said unto them, Wherefore do ye, Moses and Aaron, let the people from their works? get you unto your burdens.

Ion said:
I asked SWORD a while back, why would they create and send a space combat unit to intercept a 'debris field' behind the sun? Never got an answer. I presumed it was because these guys were hardened and could keep their wits in a radical situation. But hey, why not miners or other engineers?
So my question remains, what is coming that requires we be completely 'unified' as a world?

Sword:
Unit implies a small force.
Consider this...

Of all of the secret space core - some odd one hundred thousand men and women, only a good third of which (unfortunately) are going to be the individuals involved in the “Boots Dirty” side of this incredible - species altering - “event”...

But the questions was why?
Well, because if everything from all the different cultures we are pulling our information from, including the ancient astronauts - this debris field is flying dead center into earth. The goal of course is to push a majority of the material into the suns immense gravity well - but we know because of shear logistics that some - if not much - ... ... ... - will get through.
It is the “Boots Dirty” Task Group to insure that anything that is inbound with a trajectory that implies impact - is destroyed - at any cost... ...at any cost.

Thanks to the holy father we always have a plan “B”... ...”goalies”...
Keep in mind this is not a purely American endeavor - it is IN FACT a multinational effort. With that lies a sticky situation. Of the big three, I would say we are the most ... respectable ... to the common man. Other nations with different philosophies - have different agendas...

This singular event will bring about so much serious change - it boggles even my mind of the future possibilities for mankind.
To answer the last part of the ION paragraph, “what is coming that requires we be completely 'unified' as a world?”...
While UFO’s are not my department - there is enough chatter - from my channels - for me to be aware of the fact that if indeed we are a “child” race - the rest of the neighborhood is waiting to see if a bunch of teenagers can stop a destruction crew from tearing down our house. In fact some of these demolition workers might even come form the debris field itself. AND - if that is the case, I will slay the women and children along with the men. This species will never again be slaves to ANYTHING.

The possibilities of changes and unification are on the same scale as change and separation. And in the swaying balance lies a small group (considering the whole of the species) that will - through there actions ALONE - will determine the future of this RACE.

Ultimately - seeing the information that has been put before me, NO amount of technology, no amount of manpower, and NO AMOUNT OF PRAYER ALONE ... will stop what is coming. Multiple strikes of material is EXPECTED.
Ultimately - to INHERIT THE STARS ... we must come together a singularity of love and consciousness - or divided we will fall and burn.

Then of course there is SFTG: Sword ... and recovering MAJ: “TOM” - for in this endeavor - our CHARTER is to recover him... ...all the while as it seems - bombs bursting in midair and silent invisible waves pushing materials into the SON.
Of course once that mission is accomplished - this Captain will join in the fray... ...you heard it hear first - everyone - we will not retreat with our “prize” we will transfer to ships and get our boots just as dirty - and if I die on some unforgiving rock to save humanity ... so be it.

My life long trained mission complete ... ... I will give my life to safe untold souls who would never know my name - for that is our creed... ...Guardian Angles - of the YELLOW beret...

ION...
I hope that I have answered your unanswered question.

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Robert said...
First thank you Sword for recognizing that the SLEEPER has indeed AWAKENED !!!

Sword:
I must say, I don’t know where you found that video - but it brings up many points of conjecture within me (and TOP) - that have, and should be, brought up more often for discussion.

Robert said...
Second, these men and women are NOT 'stupid'...they run the PLANET for crying out loud!!!

Sword:
Indeed - this is your perception, and as I have said before perception is 9/10th of the law. So is possession.
These so called men - only handle a third of the CURRENT finical backing of the entire world. These so called men are the “hole diggers” I have spoken of before. They will have NOTHING after everything is said and done. As my father has always said: “You will have nothing - and you will like it!” - its one of his “catch phases” that I have so come to love. When all is said and down - these men who would claim so much - will have no one to claim it from.
Ground zero.
Farms, beads, baskets, masons of skill - they will labor as all of U.S. will... ...to rebuild. SWORD will not recognize any debt these fraudulent men will present - and if they push there issue - I have standing orders - even in the advent of my death during this “fall” - to eliminate any and all (kill the very line) - as this species “will not be slave to anything” - for ever-more...

Robert said...
The economic "crash" is coming BEFORE any PLanet V crash comes tumbling through the Solar System...this way people would have HOPE and it FORCE...it is the ONLY...repeat the ONLY way to FORCE the elite to turn a new path...to undo all their plans for continued war after war after war until PLanet V comes and Martial Law and we all become even more dependant slaves than we already are upon a more corrupt planet wide conspiracy to control the entire human population.

Sword:
There plan: continue the status of debt and ownership.
This will not come to pass. Standing orders, even if I shall pass, is to eliminate those who would try to enslave any American through any means. So... ...once everything is said and done... ...if they won’t work in the fields... ...they shall receive nothing in turn. (My long debated Recovery Operation term : Work Credit aka Digging fOr Dollars ... RO:WC / DOD)
Enslavement comes in many forms - and NONE of those forms shall exist in America after the fall. I would like to think that afther the fall - all knowing all - that the new government - whatever form it might have - will prosper... (until three hundred years latter Americans allow it be funked up AGAIN)

“Those who will not work - shall not eat.” - that’s in the bible my friend - its an excellent guide for humanity. (http://www.biblegateway.com/ Is not helping me find the verse but I believe it is LUKE 11:13 ishhh)

Robert said...
I DO understand that TOPS and SWORD itself have feelings and likely "limits" on what can be done...but by the SUNGOD man...how long do we have to let these people manipulate the human race behind the masks of power, political and economic and commit these atrocities without ANY "pay-back"?

SWORD:
Just long enough for these Knight to be able to take the field and make a difference. The cycle repeats itself - once again - yet this time - we have the means to make actual PERMINATE change. An that change is not solely up to SWORD it is - unfortunately - its up the PEOPLE. So why did I day unfortunately?
Because people are stupid.
Think about that if you will - considering the MARKET.

Robert said...
Taking out cartel guys is one thing Sword and I agree...
FAKE COPS HIT PHOENIX

SWORD:
There was allot of cross talk about that one : meaning : I called and whas on hold while TOP was on hold for me ... ...on the same issue. (This is my land - not AZLAN of old) Sort of a as soon as we heard it on the horn sort of thing...
SWORD is limited - limited in the sense that we are limited to what can be done at a certain given time, TOP wants action - I want action - YET - SWORD ... ...that is SFTG: : SWORD is in “slumber” mode” - while “SWORD : BGR” is preparing for inevitable actions in Iran and the skeleton crew (SWORD:SC) is busy enough with there duties just holding the FORT down... ... ...

As a TRUE militia - sighed and declared by both the Federal ...and State government - I can’t - under orders ...guard three forts, a border of a state - AND wage a religious war against Islamist extremist - at the same time - UNLESS - I am given access to more power under my current command. I am not yet a Major - and - unless they want to promote me as such - SUCK IT - WE ARE OVER EXTENDED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have enough problems.
So sorry, but if the TEXAS RANGERS need help - form themselves a Posse Comitatus (I will lend two native officers - and let that force deal with the issue)...
I cannot fight more fronts then those in which I can place my prospective KNIGHTS in front of.
It is a fact of manpower... ... ...

Robert said...
I would rather have TOPS n SWORD watching and running this planet than these fucks...come on let's be REAL here.

Sword:
WOW.
Never expected Robert to say that.
Never in the least.
Thank you.
Unfortunately - this may come to pass.
As I have spoken forthright to you personally - and now openly Robert - indeed - for a short time... Robert - it may be that Sword runs everything west of the Great river - until a central government - after the fall - is restored.
And that is real.
Not quite as real as having a CNN reporter in our (kidnaped) charge after a great disaster (Katrina)- but these things to will pass.

Robert said...
This movie getting "out there" is a step in the right direction and if Google ever takes it down I can put it BACK up within a 24 hour period from my site. But try getting the mainstream media to cover this is nearly impossible because ALL mainstream are OWNED by the fucks and YOU and TOP KNOW this.
There MUST be an end-run.

Sword:
Indeed Robert there is an end run - and that is the proposed “End Game” that Sword and ALL of out affiliated members worry do much about.
Be prepared to have that video hosted directly on your “site”...
...also - be prepared for small “HD Teaser Trailers” ... ... to be hosted there as well.
As an American you have given up the means... ...and a means where SWORD can say - no direct contact was made (excuses for the MAN) ... ...in regards to “Thunder Cats” - OR - Operations : Thunder” - or - my favortite - as he is gine to us now - “The Baker Confidential”

Be at peace my brother - for once in your life - be at peace.

Sword

I HATE WANG TERMINALS...

2008-06-22T21:03:00.000-07:00

I am on a WANG - that I have converted to what I can make it run - barely - which is a hard- hacked and slimed down version of WIN_ME...
...may the Father help me...

So...
...where are we going ? And has anything changed?

I would say ... no.

We are on track...
....with some let downs...
Still on track - - - with PD...

So... ...I have laid some things out with the last post that - in my mind at least - quells the disbelieve of what I have previously been trying to say: That THIS Swords blogg has done: GOOD, has spread KNOWLEDGE, and has LEAD OTHERS into knowing....
...now with that being said... ...the road is wide open... ...a road being a trial... ...a road being a path...
...pathfinder’s are we all... ...so thus... ...you pathfinder’s...

...what’s next?

Honestly, after recent sit downs with TOP...
The UNIT SWORD should be prepared to LAND with BGR’s in IRAN for certain operations under the current administrations - short lived - orders...

In a recent sit down with TOP - a certainty was reached - that if we go into IRAN , (geee - - - what are the chances) we are going - and GOING IN FORCE. Certainly we did not start out as an support unit to an invasion - certainly we did not start out as a front line unit of destruction - unless that county was a producer of any sort of controlled substance - however - our roles change by the means of the orbit as it seems - and follow the orders of ...TOP ... we will...

The wheels in the sky - they do seem to keep turning...
...so the men can take heart that the overall goal is truly knowledge and not seemingly - un-adult-too rated - - destruction...

...Museums - destroyed? Sure... ...we did it last time - we will do it this time... ...and as last time - we will clean the barn out ...things here are closer to SUBJECT MATERIAL than ever before...
...I do not yet know if I will be boots on the ground this time around - as I am getting to be an old man - apparently (As if they could stop me)- but the respect must be given before we blow the living shit out of everything we see - understand?

... ...does anyone?

Such conjecture...
Indeed - how AM I to know the next step?
Indeed - how am I... ...to know... ...anything?
War is near - and every complete and every heal-hardened bone in my body can feel it - and ! - and I - honestly - can’t wait...

...Two pages closer to disclosure?
...Hardly...

...the last post?
...not really a whimper in the grand scale of things - yet - as planned (not previously planned - but seat o’ur-shorts planned) - slipping ourselves into a realm where it can’t be said that we didn’t say something ahead of time...

Sword

Back in the day...

2008-06-18T00:41:00.000-07:00

[it was fun to look at yesteryear... ...oddily enough... ...thanks to my retractors... ...I had a great experiance looking at odd posts...]
...indeed... ...back in the day, when the Blogg community for TEM and C2C related issues was wide open, free flowing, and vibrant - disclosure was happening before your very eyes - and - as it seems - only a select few was really getting what was going on.
I will be the first to admit - that - messages where given - and received - between members of a secretive clan - some understood - some didn’t and it passed before many very eyes. Even I... ...as it is coming to be seen - was both victim and the accused.
Recently - I have stated that I was the one that came up with the MIMIC data that lead us to much conversation.
I was wrong....

Partly.

I was a member, of a team, to bring disclosure, and laying hints, breadcrumbs if you will - to more disclosure...
This of course has led to trolls (recently) stating that I am either - full of shit - wrong - and generally - “patting myself on the back” - and - oddity enough - being told to “shut up or put up”... ...
I have two detractors I am deliberately pointing this blogg post of mine towards (well... ...maybe three or four - hell - maybe FIVE)
So, when the going gets tough - the tough calls in an air-strike - at least - that is how I taught the men...

I started my blogg posting and “Project : Disclosure” with a whimpering sigh:

Anonymous said... They should have used compressed air to launch that thing.... Sword 13/8/05 1:06 PM

That was a long time ago it seems, ...huh? Indeed - to me in this electronic circus called blogging, time moves so fast... ...of course - the sigh lead to dialog...
...here I go again... ... ...

Sword:
Look, theres this thing called HARRP (spelling).
I have been there, took photos, looks boring if your not a science guy.
Listen, its not just for rock concerts and auro boriallis anymore.
Sword
30/8/05 4:49 PM

Oddly enough, my camera, my wife, & my truck (The Frogger), where confiscated for a short time after I did just that. That is, while on duty, and as a member, the leader of SFTG : SWORD - I was searched - extensively - and reprimanded - for even photographing such an area - funny thing is - it was right off the road just north of Fairbanks, Alaska...

But back to the task at hand... ...which is proving something...
If your new(you dirty FNG), or wishing to look at yesteryear - try this link:

https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?postID=112667145325931194&blogID=14036011&isPopup=true&page=5

This leads to the “old skool” blogg where it all went down...
From this blogg entry - made of course by our champion of truth Richard C. Hoagland on his old blogg space...

Richard C. Hoagland said...
[quoting me... ...Sword]
Sword said...
>IonTruO2:
Thanks for the reply. I erased the confounded mess for many reasons. One, this is Rich's forum, not mine, and writing a "ill-lit" article of that size would be obtrusive at the least.
>I'd have my own forum and face for words, but then i'd lose my job, my life, my religion, i'd never have an heir and my body might (MIGHT) be recovered in a shallow tidal basin burried up to my neck. Yes, even for man like myself are these things possible. So, heres a small tidbit, my freind IonTruO2.:
[from a rant I wrote... ...Sword... ...a snip...]
>However, I will say this. Before there was the generations of men who had to hide truth and true knowledge for they knew that man, in its infancy, could not abide to even one prohibition.
>Then came the generation who could at last (through industrial capability aka build a Shem) prove without a shadow of doubt that the scriptures and the teachings are true. They had finally found the footprints in the sand beside them without witness to whom had left them.
>This generation now fights with the coming generation of illuminated, for the youth, in their vigor, cannot abide by one of there forefathers prohibitions... The young and the BRIGHT wish to shed LIGHT as a light house might cast light onto a troubled sea. For Charity is one of their creeds they [WE] cry!
>One old light house keeper and his one apprentice now fight over a BOOK of matches which will cast light to the multitudes. All the while... ...a storm rages outside.
>When is the light finally going to be cast? When shall the warriors of light (kept in reserve in the shadow of the throne of stone) be cast unto the earth to perform there duty?! When shall my men (and my people) be free?!
[end snip... ...]
>Yeah, I can hear the black sedans pulling up now....
>IonTruO2, if you don't hear form me again:
Faith, Hope, Charity for you my brother.
>Sword<

...The conversation was of course regarding the Hurricanes that had - to me - and to you - had obvious - “human hand” involvement - everyone was trying to figure out how to prove that this was “someone” at work. Us at SWORD - we KNEW what was going on - and where trying to figure out a way to “spread the news” and at the same time - tell everyone involved that SWORD was working the issue. I am certain that Rich knew this as well - and needed something to work with.
Well - WE - needed something to work with ourselves - a secretive handshake - a simple goad - a poke in the belly with a smile... ...Rich said onto us:

Rich said:
"Any and all REAL input to this model will be greatly appreciated ... ESPECIALLY from the guys actually running this extraordinary "Op." :)"

Sword:
Which is, what it is.
5/9/05 9:09 PM
Indeed - an “extraordinary "Op." :)" - to quote “Hoggie”...

So with that being posted and the blogging TEM communism not really queuing in... ...we posted something else... ...which got a response that was different than what we where looking for - but it was gravy enough to move forward... ...read it... and think about it...

Richard C. Hoagland said...
Anonymous said...[Sword]
Richard C. Hoagland said...
Anonymous said...[Sword]
>Rich, my brother:
>Why do I feel like the truth is running away from me? Rich, have you ever been to a briefing before, only to mistakenly have a gun pulled on you because of "credentials?"
>Sword< Richard:
Sounds like the ultimate expression of "need to know."
18/9/05 3:00 PM.

.. ...a military term. Excellent.
He did what we expected - he didn’t lie - he just passed on the answer - for a latter date - so... ...great... ...excellent... moving foreword...

...me and another poster - A.K.A. Wayne... ... started hinting - and playing around - with what we wanted “Hoggie” to find on his own and present to this commune known as the TEM blogg... ...again the dialog can be found @:

https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?postID=112667145325931194&blogID=14036011&isPopup=true&page=5

I hope your cut and paste works like mine...
...as me and a poster named Wayne flirt around the topic - we come to this post - which leads to another post...

23/9/05 9:29 PM
Sword said...
I thought the subject of the night was "How to detect an HD war".
Okay Wayne, okay, back to the task at hand.
I'm not a tech or anything :-), but, to detect must you first have something to detect with? And to those ends, where talking about allot of space to cover. I can't do it in my back yard alone - if im the only guy doing it its crazy - but if everybody shows up and bows to a dinosaur it'll end up on CNN.
Anyway.
You must create some way of detecting the "fineness" which is arching over head. One guy, cant do it. Twenty - maybe - 50, like a guy in each state (heh heh think about it now....) yeah you could do it. What you need is an array of sorts that looks at the magnetic, that is electrical magnetic field directly over head. With that array you have the hourly "image" directed to a central computer that accepts all of the data, combines it accordingly, gives an overlaid map of the entire US and wah-la: trace effect back to source... ...what are we looking for again?
Oh, the fineness of HD. Ah... ...now...how do you detect that? :-)
Sword
23/9/05 9:29 PM

Obviously - where starting to fuck around. WE know the answer - where looking for someone else to find it... ...so we get into the real meat of the issue... ...the pointer.... ...the most important post - the mark I keep saying is (rightfully) ... ...mine...

SWORD said...
No Wayne, its not a "HD Sensor".
If, if - there is "human intervention" into the natural phonam-me-nah it will readily show itself. If it's harrp, then look to electrical magnetic ways of detecting the not only the effect - but the source - its got to leave a trail because even if a hurricane can become a puppet - it still has STRINGS.
Why are you guys looking at VISUAL maps - isn’t there such an animal as a electrical magnetical detecting satellite under taxpayer employ over the US right NOW? HUH - Maybe as of a few days ago there is. A monkey with a HD Wrench - ill be dammed.

Gilligans Island, nuclear coconuts - and can't fix a 3 foot hole in a SHEM!
Sword
23/9/05 9:55 PM

So I dropped the bomb - and obviously - SOMEONE - is listening - and taking care to follow the dialog created by two SWORDS @ work...
...So I get back to it:

Sword:
Wayne,
I'm five beers, two bowls, and one BSG episode away from total oblivion. You text reports similar adventures.
I say put some foil on your head and connect that to an oscilloscope and see what happens... ... nothing? Are you sure? No, seriously, what simple enough to make at home to detect the em waves above us?
Can I hook it to a computer? Geeks among us UNITE!
Seriously, you can ponder, or get organized, build a shem and ron-da-vue at Idepadues part-ner... ...
1 - group take credit? Duh, its always the group that doesn’t take credit for anything, yet pulls off all the "stunts"
2 - yes - or hijack the existing signals coming in from satellites already... ...
3 - yes - nature does her thing - when man intervenes with his hand its going to leave some mark - some sort of tell-tale signature. I mean really - if its Harrp there should be a traceable string to its toy... It's process must also be its means...
Did I get that all right?
Sword
23/9/05 10:36 PM

I go further with disclosure - hints and such:

Sword:
Imagine equipment capable of poking its finger into the magnetic-sphere of the earth. Depending on how that finger pokes - and what shape it is - as it descends trough strata -gives you an effect- and then you wiggle that finger... ...
Is ANYONE getting me? I know Wayne gets me - I think his family used to make beer. I don't know why.
Remember reaching orbit has been done before...
Genesis 11:6 And the LORD said, Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do.
Sword
23/9/05 10:46 PM

It’s only the first part of this post (above) that is important... ...it wasn’t to long for “Hoggie” to goggle what he already knew was the right path...
Rich gets busy with new info - that as he was writing - he was getting skooled...

Richard C. Hoagland said...
New "Captain's Blog" posted -- manipulated Katrina proof.
23/9/05 11:14 PM
[he could not wait]

Again, this “dialog” can be found at:

https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?postID=112667145325931194&blogID=14036011&isPopup=true&page=5

So... ...Rich gets it - he GETS what we are pointing him towards...
...excellent - BUT!!! Will he k’nod? Will he say ANYTHING that says - yes - SWORD - did a good deed - SWORD is with US... ...certainly... ...keep reading... ...we show ... ahead of time (as it seems) that he is on the right path - and we are glad of it...

Richard C. Hoagland said...
Sword said...
>Rich said:
Anyone else have some SPECIFIC reading recommendations for our new visitor? :)
Sword said...
>Yeah - Genesis & Revelations.
>Rich, not to crow - but damm your good. Your like a bulldog searching for truth, once you get hold you ain't letting go. How any rational person can dispute in there mind the truth, which you have presented - baffles me. But then again, they don't pay "main stream" reporters to speak there mind - heavens no! There paid the big bucks to read whatever the television in front of them says.
>Anyway - my second to last post on the previous blog may shed some light - who knows?
>Sword< Richard replies to the post:
Thanks .... :)

24/9/05 2:52 AM

So - he gets it - HE KNOWS - thanks Rich - so much can be sent with so little - thus - smoke signals... ...so, SWORD - under a captains direction - probes for more direction and clarification - so that those readers and posters can get in on the conversation that has been occurring - blatantly in front of them - yet hidden - we probe for some 411...

Sword:
Now, Rich, elaborate for me... Is microwave ... ... nature? I mean, is this normal to see microwave "native" in the atmosphere? Just what are we looking at... ...at this... "MIMIC" site. What.... ....IS... ...MIMIC? ;-)
26/9/05 11:27 PM

Richie dose not disappoint:

Richard C. Hoagland said...
[In response to my post:]
OK, these "microwave images" are just another means of displaying the amount of water vapor/rain in the hurricanes. That water vapor emits (among other electromagnetic radiation) thermal microwaves ....
The fact that it's a "MICROWAVE image means nothing ... unless, one sees an "anomalous" DISTRIBUTION of the rain itself in the image!
And THAT's EXACTLY what we're seeing in these images -- a totally anomalous, GEOMETRIC pattern of the RAIN in the western side of the hurricane as it approached the Coast ... apparently being triggered by the application of an ARTIFICIAL form of energy we CANNOT see in the image .... :)
Clearer?
27/9/05 1:00 PM

Rich - as clear as water on Mars...

Now, a strange thing happened after ALL THIS WAS SAID AND DONE...
A serious k’nod was made.
We knew he had made a new post. And WE, SWORD SAW WITH OUT OWN EYES - that the new blogg post was made at a specific TIME...
We where joyed and gleeful - and no one - besides those in the know - would care about...

Richard C. Hoagland - WENT OUT OF HIS WAY to thank me and my men.
How?
With this post:

Richard C. Hoagland said...
Latest "Captain's Blog" published at 1:17 Am ....

Why is this important?
Because we are the silent force - the unnamed force - and we went - for a short time - the time that “Hoggie” knew us - as the 1-17th infantry - the SWORD - the “Thundering Heard”....

So why would he do that? Why make a specific post... ...of the TIME OF THE POST?

[For the gospel... ...I am set for its defense]

Simply - to tip his - TOP hat...

Why is... ...of course... ...the number 1.17 so important?
Because he is a new-ling - a member - one of our "wiz-ohs" [pay grade : WIZ-000](of two or three) - of "The Thundering Heard" - the "6th ID" - the unit known in whispered lore as... ...
...Special Forces Task Group : SWORD

Nuff said

HMMSS
Sword

The Farm

2008-06-08T22:33:00.000-07:00

In a far off land - at least to me as it is ... .... my surveying grandparents lived on a five acre farm on what’s called the Roosevelt River delta - or to you (like me) natives of Arizona - the Gila River Delta.

On these lands - farming was wonderful.
The natives - long before my grandparents - the farming was indeed plentiful - the soil full of iron and other important ingredients...
...on this farm - I knew nothing of feeling out of place... ...when I was there... my place was the farm - and to be... ...at hand... for anything that might be done.

I was farm hand.
Handy? You bet.

One summer, I was to reap the wheat, and in that - I did it with the tools... ...by hand. I learned intimately the scathe.... ...and what happens when you are not paying attention to your own strength... My shins still show the scars of such offense...

Daisies... ...everywhere... ...the culprit - my grandmother - the queen of the farm.
I remember the daisies - they lead to the “Rock-Shop” ... that for a long time - I was forbidden to enter - until the day came that grandmother needed a “young and tall strapping young man” to help her carry the large bales of laundry I seen her carry when I was young... ... in the rock shop - there was much noise - always where there machines running - always was something going on that I was not allowed to touch. Always it seemed - a machine was running that was cleaning - cutting - or dissecting some sort of earthen material... ...I was not allowed to touch them - so with my eyes - I lingered... ...

They lingered to something of my grandfathers... ...a diploma... Hung higher than all the other prizes it seemed in the rock shop (there where MANY prizes) - for nothing was higher in the vaulted ceilings of the rock shop - that NO ONE was to speak of ... ...is said - in German - that I learned latter - said that my grandfather was a PHD in Geology... (he knew intimately of the earth)...I always questioned my father why we where not to speak of the diploma “with the spider”... ...many times my face was redden by my father back hand...

...My grandfather - the simple father - was not an evil man. He spoke little - and when he spoke at length it was German - and when he spoke - I listened - and when he thought I would not have a reply - I spoke - to his surprise - in German. Though proud - he loved me no less - and no more - he stayed as always to me - The geologist... ...so intimate his knowledge of the earth - oh... ...I could not begin to explain with such simple words as mine...

Many times we spoke of the earth, the cycle of the sun, the timing of things, the secrecy of the vine, the Mary-Jane, the seeking smoke, the Quartz, Payyy-ohh-thhaeee- The rain dance, the nesting bird gourd, the secrecy of the BEAN - and how it all meant life... ... ... and we spoke of the stars - mostly of the moon - and all the secretes she might hold.

All of this knowledge of the farm - and there is anther side of the story - the Grand Mother... ...whose wisdom she brought on me the same weight as my “Folks-Vader”... ...but that is a different story for a different time...

I was nearly twenty years old - and I - and I - was nearly able to emotionally handle junior high... ... ...

Sword

Hero’s

2008-06-04T23:38:00.000-07:00

When I was a young man...
I had the body of a very fit and athletic sixteen year old - yet - with my “Lion-niz-um” I had the emotional capacity of that of a eight year old.
Growing up for me... ...was not an easy task.
I grew up far from society - there where no neighborhood chums - there was the family and a huge repository of books. I took to reading at a very early age. I was reading books, novels, and ecycolopedias long before I was ever permitted to kindergarten. Life was hard in those days, never knowing how I fit in, thus, I lived within the countless volumes my father brought to me. Sometimes, my father would bring a special book and tell me “says... ...fiction - but is truth.... ...understand?” Of course I understood - what my father said was LAW...
There was a special book in our house and I was never permitted to touch it. Its title - “The Old Testament & New Testament of our Lord, Jesus Christ, King James Version”... ...it was a very old book and hidden away in a cu-bord underneath the radio/record player that I was also not allowed to touch. This book my father said had been in the family for a very very long time. It was an heir-loom - whatever that meant... My father called it “the book of life” - and for now - I was forbidden to know its secret...
Father was regulated to reading me books. I did not protest. Every Friday I was permitted to choose another book from the library if we had finished the previous book, or if I was growing bored of text books, magazine, history, Beverly Clearly, even the FM 7-8 (Standard Infantrymen Field Manual)... ...One day - I grew bold - I learned to be brave. Instead of picking a book from the library, I chanced to take the incurably large and very old book to my father as say:
“I am ready for hear this story father - I have been as tall as you for long time now... ...can I hear the story of the life?”
My father deliberated for sometime outside my room - but eventually - returned with this book - “The book of life”... ...I was so happy - I felt like I was growing up. I was becoming a man. Slowly. Assuredly.

Thus began my studies as a man of god.
I was probably eighteen - in the first grade of an elementary school of the Four Peaks...
I quickly learned - god is more than a book - he is many books - and just when you think you have the answers - the test changes - and thus - as the book - is life...

...I always questioned the stories - always questioning that of what was put forth - my father nearly always had the answers - but when he didn’t - he would say - “You will have to go to a special school to know that...” ... ... oh how I dreamed that day would come for it seemed to me - as tall as I was - that I should be able to do these things with ease.

I was emotionally twelve (or so) and just about to enter the Junior High when summer came - and I was sent away to Boston, to a military institute. I was overjoyed!

This lasted a short time when I realized that I would have many new teachers, I would have to wear a uniform, and if I misbehaved I would be doing pushups all day...

...I was distressed - and for a short time - sad.
Soon I realized - that many of my schoolmates where just like me. They, where LIONS - just like me. Not all of the forty or so students where lions - but a vast majority was. Soon, friendships where made - and I excelled. I felt accepted, loved, and respected - for a change. I felt aloof... I felt... empowered...
I felt that if I was ever made to go to public school again - surely I would die!

So, as the story goes, the young Chaplin became disillusioned by real war, and changed his mind - to get on the offensive side of the team instead of the defensive side.

...Johnny Cash - Man in Black...
Nuff said...

Sword