I wrote that first post of today last night, and scheduled it. I thought I wouldn’t inundate my readers with multiple posts in one day, but clearly that was a LIE. This is an explosion that came out of my brain after sleeping almost enough last night…
Thoughts flit through my brain all the time; some of them “stick” and some don’t. Some stick, melt, and then get re-stuck. I can’t keep up with it all. Last night I was having a little Substack Craic (the Irish word for “chat” and it’s pronounced “crack”) before bed, and where were we, I think maybe on badcattitude, talking about a lot of things, and one of them was Chem Trails.
Now, I’ll be blunt, because Guard Dogs have NO TIME for courtesy, we just BARK: If you haven’t figured out that all those white stripes across the sky are deliberately-sprayed heavy metals, that they’re patented white “clouds” of toxins, being sprayed over many different countries, then you’re asleep. WOOOOOF!!!!!!!!!!
If you’re still asleep, it’s time to WAKE THE HELL UP. And be awake, not “woke.”
Why am I being such a BITCH about this? Can’t help it, really. And, because this is a Major Emergency, it’s not a “theory,” we’re running out of time, and, I’m a java dog and I need to go out and pee.
It’s not a conspiracy theory, it’s simply a conspiracy, and it’s been going on for decades. If I could explain the thinking behind it, I would… But I suspect the “thinking” is pretty much the same kind of thinking that brings us Death Jabs For Kids, and lockdowns, and 5G, etc. This is NOT cloud seeding, mmkay? Just watch the documentary…
THESE HEAVY METALS ARE SLOWLY KILLING ALL THE LIFE ON THIS PLANET. I SHIT YOU NOT.
I know, it’s sounds insane… But it’s true, and so, obviously, it IS INSANE. Fuckin’ Looney Tunes, people! Psycho Gates and Schwab and Harari INSANE. If they weren’t busy killing the talking cows, they’d be bouncing off padded walls, while hugging themselves in white jackets, and shouting things like, “You vill be happy!” and “Vax ‘em all, vax ‘em all!” I mean, where do they think they can “escape” to??? MARS??????? Jesus F. Christ on a bicycle!!!
We’ve got some quite demented filthy rich oligarchs with poop for brains trying to cull Humanity, so if you can get your brain around that, then this almost, kind of, makes “sense,” at least to psychopaths determined to have global domination of All Things; but to us Guard Dogs it smed just like Lunatic Bullshit.
Who and Why? I looked up the list of patents years ago, but I can’t recall everyone on it… I do remember Monsanto, I think… (shiver me timbers). Some corporate somebodies, and I think the military, too. I know, You want a link, butt please, I want you to go look for yourself, because this is something we all need to see and understand, do a little work for the love of Cats, at least at a basic level, and see it for yourself, and don’t just listen to some outrageous woofer (I ain’t no tweeter), amped up on copious java, baying insanely. And if the name Monsanto doesn’t send a few shivers up your timbers, then you’re still asleep, damn you. This DOES affect your garden, y’know!
ACTUAL SURVIVAL OF ALL LIFE EMERGENCY.
ATTENTION, ATTENTION!!! This is your GUARD DOG, barking her head off! GET OFF YOUR SCREENS and go outside when you see jets very high up with trails behind them that don’t dissipate in a few seconds. If you’re seeing STRIPES in the clouds (it’s not natural to see clouds that are stripes) that slowly become a lingering HAZE after a few hours, you’re seeing CHEM TRAILS, or Persistent Aerosol Spray (PAS). I see this damn near every day where I live, near Seattle. »»»Do they think if it’s done daily, we’ll think it’s NORMAL? Daaaaaaaamn!
Again, I tell you, shit ain’t never gonna be chocolate!
Sniff everything, eat only food. And if it’s smiling at you, sniff it again.
Now, to help you understand, this film, with Dane Wigington, the Main Man when it comes to all this, this film has the answers to your questions. This is about two hours, so get a beverage. I’ve known about this for years, I tried to enlist with Dane Wigington a couple of years ago, but he didn’t respond. I let this Absolute Threat to Life on Earth slip right out of my Urgency List— Because I fell asleep? Yeah. I did.
I FELL ASLEEP, though I grumble and curse the damn stuff in the sky almost daily. Nobody wants to have to drop what we’re doing and SAVE ALL LIFE ON THE PLANET!! Except me, even if I’d much rather be playing guitar— Hey, maybe that’s a tool— Anyway, I now believe I must leave my personal issues, and maybe most of my “stuff” behind and GET ON THIS. My calling. The Call of the Wild. Right the hell now. All my roads lead to ROAM. I just have to figure out how to begin… Be ready to bug out at a moment’s notice, which might happen regardless. I AM attached to some of my stuff, and almost without question, I’ll keep at least ONE guitar… But it’s time to start Spartan-izing… I can’t take it with me, after all.
I do wish to find a dog companion, tho… And maybe a different dog house. I love this doghouse, but my landlord is a warthog; I doubt he’ll be willing to support saving the planet and all life on it… He wants RENT, for some stupid reason.
Wanna team up? No? Well, fuck you, then. ha ha just kittens.
If you’d like to support me in this cause, please do… And I need to find a good alternative to PayPal… Any suggestions? You can always MAIL it, if you wanna help me do this… I’m going to have to learn how to do this, too. I’d happily join someone else’s camp (now close to Bremerton, WA), if we have a mutual “vision” (I’m very handy, for a dog, and a Damn Good Cook/Baker (or was it “Dog Good” ?). And I do Therapeutic 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆́…
Onward!! I’m not even outta the thinking stage… I’ll be sniffin’ that out, too, and anyone with experience out there?... I’d love some advice on how to save the world. Also thinking about Sheriffs and Deputy Dog… You can’t keep a barkin’ dog down.
Below is my PayPal code thingy, untested— you can also use this: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/jaancarter, should you care to invest… Better yet, go to my website and buy a short story or two, or a cartoon book, or a painting…
Good Woof! And Good Luck— to you, to me, to all of us, and Mother Earth, too.
Sorry, Jaan, I cannot help it. :)
Crude language reminds me of an old joke:
A five-year-old is chasing pigeons on the playground, shouting at the top of his voice,
"Go and fuck yourselves!"
A nice, elderly lady totters up to the brat and says,
"Just tell the birdies nicely, 'shoo, shoo, birdies,' and you'll see that they will go and fuck themselves!'"
To Do List;
1- get folks to understand they are being killed/culled/genocided/democided by the whackscene.
2-get folks to understand they are being killed/culled/blammocided by the Chemtrails of Strontium Barium and Aluminum on a daily basis all over the freakin world.
3-get folks to understand that you can't say 'woman doctor' unless you are willing to say 'man doctor'.
I think I can get #1 and 2 done, but am pretty sure I can't affect #3. Will do my best.