The best surfer I knew personally was a beech bum in Ventura by the honorable name of John Johnson and Devina. So, I'm putting Darpa and Haarp on notice. Know shenanigans here folk's. We the American People own that device. And the whole god damned room including that god damned microphone. There oui go. I'm startin to feel it. Damn the n.w.o., that's write, cough, cough...
On the topic of Phil Schneider, the evidence wasn't dead while he and other agents were alive and his video's weren't profit seeking prop your ass up on the facts of others energies at $9.99 a pop. So, if you don't believe an honorable mans living testimony, don't shit on his grave when the selective shit you choose to address with your refined more better point of askew. While you were still mastur-0-bating. He warned about the n.w.o. that seems to be currently valid even in your dogma today. Pseudo interpretations omitting his life and experiences don't make a better defined hypotheses or give greater credence to the living remnants describing the still big elephant of, opportunism.
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