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The bodies kept coming in on the overhead dolly gurney. Their orders were to stay inside the fridges when the dead arrive, unhang, move and stack the body bags of those who died which started some martial law event. That's as much as a defined level of intelligence will perform in. The next level would reveal that the bodies were fresh kills, directly from the other end of the hanger as the unsuspecting walked through the corridor of darkness not knowing their gaseous destiny. Awe the time the victims were told they were being safely redirected to underground facilities housed there for their protection.

This is only one of the scenarios well performed by nato troops being trained within our borders as managers of events presumed destined to come upon the people of America...

Now, if I had to back up to the fork in the road. We passed that mofo, a long weighs, a long time passin! We had hoped for any accelerator to open up a hole we could manage it's wave and be stabilized. Time, what a concept? Damn now if'n one of those reverse engineered wormhole vehicles were given to the m-ass-es... We could assembly line that son of a biotch better than black ops and the elite get together on a friday night, in one of their foreign bank vaults, loaded, with the money from the federal reserve robbery, of the American People! But, we're just the earnest in love with living, culpable gorillas in the bloom. If that's what it would take...

Wit, a pretty please and cherry on top. That's why they tell you. Never go to the second location. Have'm do ya there and get it the fuck on! While riding the underground train I met a man who'd draw his name with a nuclear symbol who's surname was Bill. But hell, I met Howard Hughes after he was overthrown by black ops in the Mohave desert. Better stick to things you really can get a grasp of! Don't you think!

This is an honest testimony. I've several old friends who survived the elitist imposition that punished the people who and imposed upon them a communist world, because of their insolence, to suffer years of internment as subjects in their own lands. Many have returned to their homelands. The reason, they can smell the blood of millions. Having been there once before...