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MaverickGoose
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(2/4/02 9:45:15 pm)
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Re: Just a slight
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...When I was in college, I worked part-time at an FBO at the local airport doing line service. My primary duty was to pump Avgas 100LL and Jet-A2M into civilian planes that stopped by on their way across the country. One of the things I remembered was that I was told the Jet-A was esentially kerosene, and the AVGAS was little more than high-octane gasoline. For me, the biggest difference was that the AVGAS would evaporate if it got on your clothes, while the JET A would stick and irritate the hell out of your skin. Thankfully, that didn't happen very often.

Now, fast-forwarding to the present, I only assumed that jet fuel was jet fuel was jet fuel, and they were all kerosene-based. I am blissfully unaware nowadays.......I don't ever want to have to deal with fuel spills again!

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Then, on Saturday, October 16, 1999, I witnessed something that quite literally stopped me in my tracks. If I harbored any prior skepticism about the existence of “funny” contrails, they were laid to rest just before 13:30 PDT as I was about to enter the local Fidalgo Bay Coffee shop in Mount Vernon, Washington. Looking up after hearing the roar of one of NAS Whidbey’s EA-6B’s, I watched as the jet aircraft was traveling from east to west about 30° above the southern horizon. From its angular size and velocity, I could easily tell that it was flying at no more than 10,000 feet above ground level. With that in mind, what made absolutely no sense was what appeared to be a vapor condensation trail that was being left behind. It was not smoke, nor was it a fuel dump in progress. I know the difference. This fluffy plume was only beginning to dissipate some ten minutes later, also ruling out any visual effects of wing-tip vortices. (Although I did not have a camera with me that day, I was carrying my brand new Minolta STsi Maxxum four months later when I saw the same thing again.)...

...on October 23rd, I was interviewed for 20 minutes by Hilly Rose on live national radio. Having only recently become aware of “chemtrail paranoia”, himself, he had me describe to the audience what I had seen in the sky over Mount Vernon, as well as my little chat with the On-Duty Navy Officer. There was also time for me to speak about the “drunken ship captains’ party” of June 30th, where I was allowed to summarize most of what I had submitted to the newspaper a month ago.

While out on my heated back deck not more than two hours later, I received the first hint that not everyone was appreciative of my attention to detail or of my willingness to rock the boat whenever I think it is called for. About half past midnight, my eyes started burning, followed by uncontrollable watering. Before I knew it, the lenses on my glasses were covered with the saline solution of my own spattered tears. Once my sinuses began draining as well, it became increasingly clear that I was under some kind of physical attack. My first reactions were denial and disbelief, that there had to be another more “rational” explanation for what was happening to me. Those thoughts departed just as quickly while I was inside cleaning up myself. Suddenly, I heard a loud crash and ran back out to the deck. There on the floor sat my black and white Rex bunny, Peter, not far from where I had been standing a few moments before. The problem was that the rabbit had been inside his cage and somehow managed to jump upward almost two and a half feet, with enough force to pop open the top of his cage and come to land on the deck floor beside it. If I was imagining things, then so was the rabbit...

Three weeks later, it became evident that the assault was not over. Jack, my other rabbit, a three-year-old mini-Rex, died unexpectedly from a lung hemorrhage. He was a perfectly healthy animal, exhibiting absolutely no signs of distress of any kind. And yet, within a 36 hour period, he had stopped eating, huddled himself into a corner of his cage, and was dead before I could even get him to see the vet. I woke up to find Jack stiff as a board on Veterans Day. Not even a $160 necropsy would reveal what virus or bacteria brought on the pneumonia that had led to the hemorrhage...

Nine days after that on November 20th, Clifford Carnicom was being interviewed by Hilly Rose on the Saturday edition of Coast to Coast AM. Incredibly, it was a little past midnight when I was again hit in the eyes with something that began to burn, just as it had soon after I had been heard on the radio, only a month earlier. This time, however, a neighborhood 120-pound black lab mix was running around loose out back and started barking at something. Almost immediately, his barking turned into whimpering and then — silence. With Jack now gone and my having been physically attacked twice, I wasted no time in confining all of my pets to the inside of the house. By the time I had sneaked out the garage and was in the backyard myself, there was nothing and no one anywhere. Still, the local police were anything but patronizing toward me when I filed a report this time around. Fortunately, the dog showed up unharmed the next morning. But to this day, none of my critters are being allowed to live out on that deck.

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then we have by count in the past 3 hours, over 75 fuel dumps over Lake County, Calif. That's 25 per hour. Now if we multiply that figure for the past 4 days of non stop spraying, that comes to 2400 fuel dumps.

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