Chemtrails and Flat Earth (PROOF)

Hello, there, chemtrail enthusiasts. Hello to you flat earth devotees too. Boy do I have some news for you silly buggers.

Yeah, man is altering the chemistry of the atmosphere in a big way. Nature is doing its part too. We are creating a dire effect from which we might not recover in the next couple of centuries. Those high-altitude jets are spewing hydrocarbons and aerosol water droplets into the atmosphere making weird clouds and odd rainbow effects. Maybe our sperm counts are being reduced and our brains being usurped by aluminum strands and barium isotopes. Have you looked at your Willie lately? Is he noticeably smaller these days? That is not a Mandela Effect. It's your eye sockets which have been altered and your kidneys are higher up in your ribcage. Your brain case is thicker now making for less room for gray matter. It's the impacts of too much CO2 in the air.

That human CO2 is loaded by the exhaust from our cars, our cruise ship, the oil supertankers, bovine flatulence, human flatulence, and just our ordinary respiration.

We add 40 billion tons of CO2 into the atmosphere annually. That is no small measure. Do you have any idea how many chemtrail jets would have to fly to equal that amount of CO2? Millions.

A great many conspiracy devotees are convinced there is a, well yes, conspiracy by the Illuminati to depopulate the earth, to control the minds of each and every human on the planet. That jobs is the purview of NASCAR, the NFL and Katy Perry. The Illuminati would be better served by taking the lead of Madison Avenue to show everyone how great their lives would be if their neighbor wasn't gay, or a different skin color or an opposing political party member.

All that carbon! Yeah, some of it is from volcanoes and an-hydrates erupting under the sea, but when you add it all up you get an ELE in slo-mo. I didn't forget the flat earthers.

In order for the flat earth model to have any credence, it must be covered by an impenetrable dome. So impenetrable is it that amateur rockets bounce off of it and Admiral Byrd's aeroplanes crash into it in the Antarctic and disappear. With this dome above us, there is no way for the heat and CO2 to escape.

We poor humans will suffer hypoxia when the CO2 level rises too much, the oceans die and there are no longer enough plants to turn CO2 into O2. More people means more CO2 and more plastic bottle floating the Pacific.

Maybe CERN will create a new reality where these problems don't exist. Meanwhile I suspect I will have to hold my breath. Yeah, I lied about the Proof, it's still conjecture.

Silly Soccer Ball Feat

Boston Terriers are the most silly bugger of all the canine breeds. They jump around like they were cats. They think they are far bigger and pugilistic then their size denotes. When they grow up along with children, they mature faster and come to believe that they too are people just the older and protective siblings.

Rocky had such a childhood, if childhood can be used to describe the wacky way he became an "adult." Actually he seems to have found the secret of perpetual energy and youth. I suspect that somewhere he has a portrait of himself hidden in some corner that has impressed on it all the sins he committed.

At one year old he swam to Ten Pound Island that is situated 1/4 mile off shore of this seaside community. This was done on Halloween when the water was far too cold for a comfortable swim. The Coast Guard got the report of something moving around on the spit of rock out on the oceanside of the peninsula. The Coasties rescued him and wrapped him in a Mylar thermal blanket to warm his shivering body. Needless to say, Rocky was reunited with his Twins whom he normally treated as his boys.

The boys are grown now and rocky remains at home in what is supposed to be his retirement years. Not one to be marginalized he continues to confound everyone with how he manages to do the things he does. Every so often he manages to sneak out for a swim or to gladhand the patrons at the neighborhood restaurant across the street. He is always welcome and well behaved when weaving in among the tables and people feet. The waiters and waitresses shoo after him in their half-hearted obligation to send him on his way.

Just the other day Rocky confounded me with his latest feat. This photo is of him and my son's soccer ball on my bed. At first glance one would say "so what, that is not anything special." But the reality of the feat is that my bedroom is in a loft above the kitchen and there is only a narrow curved stairway that leads up there. The slope is greater than 45 degrees and has open risers. Now remember dogs don't have thumbs. He has no way to hold a ball that big in his paws and walk notwithstanding going up the steps. The little open frame ball-like object in front of him would be no challenge for him at all. But a soccer ball that is nearly as big as himself is yet another thing altogether.

Remember that part about the swim on Halloween? We still have not found out how he got away. There were no chutes dug under the fences. The chain link parts are six feet high. The wooden pickets were all in place and also six feet high. We haven't been clever enough to figure it out and Rocky is being tight-lipped about it. Except of course when he is being a silly bugger with a warm tongue and a body wiggle.

Computer Simulated Reality Now

There is a contingent of people who firmly believe we are living in a computer generated reality, a Matrix if you will, and therefore are not free to exercise free will or free thinking. I always doubted that supposition as being silly bugger nonsense. Until now.

Physicists, cosmologists and conspiracy theorists alike, suggest that even if not possible now, sometime in the future mankind will have developed technology refined enough to construct a cyber-reality and populate it with digital humans which the inhabitants could not discern from what we see, feel and hear today. Indeed, if they will be able to do it, maybe they have and we are their project(s) locked in the early part of the 21st century (by their design.) The real date might be far later than 2525 CE and we just don't know it.

How many arms do we really have?

My most recent revelation stems from the fact that only a diabolical programmer of life-simulations would ever conceive of the Donald Trump Presidency and all the biz-ar-ray aspect of that Administration. I cannot believe that there sufficient free-thinking free-will people in the United States who would vote such a man into the Office of President. There might be a place for employing the root cause of the Mandela Effect to somehow get the attention of the programmers to turn this simulation around.

Nothing about him or his Administration makes any sense. He himself criticized his opponent, the immediate past President and many others of doing numerous bad things only to be praised for now doing the same and being even more extreme. He's brash, ignorant, low-brow and demeaning to everyone. Even so, the sub-routines keep heaping praise on him. Everything is so non-sequitur. There is no cause and effect taking place. Whenever one would think his actions would sink his brand and make him lose status, it does the opposite. It is like as though Newton's Laws of equal and opposite actions has been replaced with "I'm rubber and you're glue". "You love me because I'm so bad for you." It's like opioids. You know if you take on too much it will kill you, but what the hell, I'm lovin' it.

Only a perverse programmer would build a reality simulation this whacked. That is why I am beginning to believe we ARE living in a computer simulation. 

Comment below with what you think (or were programmed to say.)