Friday 24 February 2017

Chemtrails Eat Your Brain

I have held off writing this article for years. But I can do so no longer.

Before I continue, let me make a couple of things clear.

First, I am not an engineer, let alone an aeronautical engineer.

Secondly, I am not in any way part of, or affiliated to, any government or any aeronautical company in any shape and form whatsoever.

Having said that, however, even a basic knowledge of physics and engineering should be more than enough to allow any literate person to understand the points I’m making. And anyone who doesn’t is, probably, refusing to understand for reasons more ideological than anything.

Well, then.

There are two myths that just refuse to die, and which need to be buried at the crossroads, with a stake through their hearts, and their decapitated heads mounted on spikes so nobody ever brings them forth again.

Let’s take them one at a time.

The Chemtrail myth.

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, with a Guantanamo Bay style isolation hood over your head, you can’t have missed this one. According to it, secret government/Rothschild/Illuminati/Whateveritis agencies are spraying us all with lethal cancer-causing/mind-controlling/insert your pet paranoia-causing “chemtrails” from aeroplanes, and the clear and dramatic proof of this is the long white lines left by said aeroplanes in the sky, which never ever appeared until a few years ago.

Balderdash, claptrap, and poppycock.

Let’s just check what the hell “chemtrails” are. They are, in proper parlance, known as “contrails” – short for “condensation trails”. And the reason for that is that they are...trails created by condensation.

This is how they are formed.

Aircraft engines, like any other engine running fossil fuels, (including your car engine), burn hydrocarbons. Kerosene, petrol, diesel, wood alcohol...these are all hydrocarbons.  When you burn hydrocarbons, you get carbon dioxide and water. It works like this:

If CH is the hydrocarbon, the number of carbon and hydrogen atoms in the molecule depending on the particular hydrocarbon, and O2  being oxygen, then

CH +O2 = CO2 +H2O

For the purpose of this article we can safely ignore the relatively small amounts of impurities, like carbon monoxide (produced owing to insufficient oxygen to allow full burning) and other impurities created as by products. The result of burning hydrocarbons is almost entirely carbon dioxide, which in the gaseous state is invisible, and water, which is assuredly not necessarily so.

And what, basically, is the function of an engine, including an aircraft engine? It is the production of energy by combining oxygen with hydrocarbons and burning them inside a part of the engine itself. That’s why it’s called an internal combustion engine.

Here’s a schematic of how this works:

Now, you’ll have noticed something: when you burn a fuel, you have to get rid of the by products before you can burn even more fuel in the same place, right? Suppose you burn coals in your fireplace, assuming you’re one of those people who still have a fireplace. Unless you remove the cinders and ash from the hearth, you can’t keep piling on more coals indefinitely, without having the whole mess spill out on to your polished hardwood floor and, more than likely, setting your house on fire. And unless you remove the soot clogging your chimney, you’ll soon find the smoke hasn’t anywhere to go, and it comes right back down and asphyxiates you. Right?

Now, unless your engine fuel is very, very dirty, and filled with an enormous amount of contaminants, you won’t have literal ash and soot. But you will still have all that carbon dioxide and water, and you have to get rid of it. In other words, you have to have an exhaust pipe.

It works the same way for a car engine as for an aeroplane. Engines need exhaust pipes.

This is not new. Even First World War aircraft like this German Rumpler C IV reconnaissance aeroplane had impressive exhaust stacks – so impressive that they climbed up right up in front of the pilot’s face, depriving him of a substantial part of his forward vision.

Now, there’s a peculiar property of water vapour, which you can test for yourself. If it’s a hot summer day, or you’re indoors and the heating isn’t malfunctioning, your breath will be invisible, even though you’re exhaling plenty of water-vapour laden air each time you breathe out. But if you’re in a freezer, or outside on a winter day, what happens?

The moisture in your breath condenses, that’s what happens. You find a little cloud forming around your nose each time you breathe out.

This is because of something called the dew point, the temperature below which the water in the atmosphere condenses from a colourless gas to a visible vapour. Look up at the sky. See those fluffy cloud-things? They’re made of droplets of drifting water vapour, which condensed out of the atmosphere when it grew too cool for them to exist as colourless gas anymore. And, unless you failed all geography classes, as well as basic observation, you’ll know that the higher you go, the cooler the air gets (as well as thinner, and the dew point drops with lower pressure). So, the higher you go, the easier the water vapour condenses.

So let’s go over all this again.

First, an aeroplane, unlike a glider, needs an engine to push it through the air at a speed sufficient for airflow over the wings to hold it aloft.

This engine uses hydrocarbons as fuel, which it burns inside a combustion chamber, producing carbon dioxide and water as the end result.

Said carbon dioxide and water are released out into the atmosphere by means of one or more exhaust pipes.

When the temperature is cool enough, this water condenses, forming visible clouds of water vapour.

Am I getting the message through to you? An aeroplane, as it flies, emits engine exhaust, which contains water, which, if the atmosphere is cool enough, condenses into vapour. This vapour forms, like other condensed water vapour in the atmosphere, a cloud. And since the air being emitted by the engine is hot, it takes a fraction of a second to cool enough for the water to condense. All right so far?

But the aeroplane isn’t just hovering in mid air like a helicopter. It’s moving constantly, which means that the engine is moving, and the exhaust it leaves is also moving through the air. Therefore, the water vapour condenses behind it along its path of movement, in a long, thin, narrow cloud.

That’s all a contrail is...a long, thin cloud. That is all it is.

All right, now, I am already hearing the objections. Let’s take them one by one.

Objection: Nobody ever saw “chemtrails” before a few years ago. They are something totally new.

Response: Not true. Not the slightest bit true. Contrails have formed since the first plane ever flew high enough for the outside temperature to fall behind the dew point. There are plenty of photos attesting to that, as well as, you know, eyewitness accounts. Such as mine.

Back when I was a kid in the 1970s, a pair of Indian Air Force Canberra jets would regularly fly over this town. Many, many times I’ve seen the trails they’ve drawn in the sky, each twin-engined plane’s two white trails joining together and stretching out into a long, thin, white cloud which scratched across half the sky. You could just see the planes themselves, tiny silver dots at the tips of the trails. It was beautiful, and nobody ever suggested that they weren’t anything but what they were.

That’s because people back then weren’t necessarily looking for reasons to frighten themselves.

So why are people claiming that “chemtrails” are a new phenomenon?

Firstly, I’d say, because they never bothered to look up into the sky for themselves, to see what was going on, until panic-mongering websites told them to. Most people are amazingly, almost incredibly, unobservant, and since the current Mobile Phone generation can’t even get its head out of its screen long enough to cross the street, this isn’t getting any better.

Secondly, there are more planes flying than ever before, and higher than ever before. Obviously, they’re going to leave more contrails. Also, most planes these days are multi-engine, unlike previously, and exude more exhaust. You have more cars on the roads, you’ll get more traffic jams, and if they’re hydrocarbon burning cars, more exhaust smoke.  It’s the same bloody principle, people. Arrrrrghhh!

Here are contrails over Big Ben as the Royal Air Force tangled with the Luftwaffe over London during the Battle Of Britain in....1940. That's right, 1940.

Objection: Whether “chemtrails” are new or not, they are a way for governments/secret agencies/Illuminati to spread mind-control chemicals/cancer causing agents/whateveritis.

Response: Actually, that would be an incredibly stupid way to try and spread any such chemicals, because said chemicals wouldn’t descend on the earth like malevolent dew. They’d stay up there in the atmosphere and spread far and wide, dispersing before they might or might not descend, days or weeks hence, at some unpredictable point. There isn’t any point in putting stuff in the air over your city if it finally comes down, diluted to 1% of its initial concentration, in the middle of the ocean three months later.

There’s a very, very good reason why when people spray crops with insecticides from the air (or poor people in African countries with pharmaceutical products to test if they cause cancer), they do so from small aeroplanes with nozzles attached to the wings, flying very low and very slow. It’s the only way you can get any concentration of your chemical on target at all. There is no other way.

There are much easier ways of putting chemicals into your body anyway. It takes a special mindset to imagine that governments/agencies which can layer your skies with thousands of “chemtrails” can’t simply, you know, put things in your food or water, or spray your streets from tanker trucks in the name of “disease control”.

I’m not saying they’re doing that, but if they wanted to do it, that would be both a hundred thousand times easier and cheaper, and a hundred thousand times more likely to work.

In any case, there’s a much, much easier way to not just control your mind but to make you pay for the privilege.

It’s called television.

The 11/9 Jet Engine myth.

Before I start on this section of the article, I would like to clarify that it has nothing whatsoever to do with the question of whether the World Trade Centres (and Building Seven) were destroyed by aircraft strike or controlled demolition. I am not discussing that at all. And my own thoughts on that subject are totally irrelevant.

What I am talking about is an argument I’ve come across many times, which goes something like this:

“Jet fuel burns inside the engine constantly, and it doesn’t affect it. So how could it possibly melt steel beams?”

This “argument” achieves a remarkable feat. It actually shows a lesser understanding of engineering than I have. Believe me, this is an achievement.

There are various types of jet engines – ramjets, turbojets, etc – but they are all based on the same principle. The engine is in the form of a tube. Air is sucked in from one end of the tube, mixed with a spray of fuel to create a combustible mixture (fuel won’t burn if there’s no oxygen to burn it), ignited to provide exhaust gases, which are then expelled from the other end of the tube to push the whole thing forward. It’s Newton’s Third Law in action, baby.

As you can see from this schematic which I drew for your convenience, the fuel doesn’t burn in the engine at all; it burns in a tube of air, which is in constant motion, because the damn plane is moving forward. 

Even when the engine is on the ground, the air is in motion because the inlet pipe has a system of ducts and fans to keep the air circulating. The hot gases don’t even come into contact with the engine’s substance for more than a fraction of a second at all, and if it did, it wouldn’t matter because the heat wouldn’t have time to build up.

It doesn’t make the slightest damned bit of difference what the damn engine is made of. If the material could stand the stresses of flight and motion, even a jet engine made out of...balsa wood or tinfoil...would work.

Once again, I say unto you: Arrrrghhh!

Right, I’m done. I’ve had enough of tilting at windmills for today.

Bloody hell!

Wednesday 22 February 2017

Current Affairs In Cartoons

The Lesser of Two Evils?

Linked article, by my dear friend Barbara McKenzie, here.


The Swastika Of David

Once upon a time there was a Bill.

This Bill grew up in a family where the default state was worship of Zionism. I mean the word “worship” literally: Zionists could, literally, do no wrong. Anything and everything they did was right and proper merely by virtue of the fact that they did it.

Bill grew up in India of the 1970s and 80s, an era when India had no diplomatic relations with the Zionist entity, and Indian media still had a measure of independence. So it was that one evening in 1982, Bill, who was then all of twelve years old, could see in the newspaper in his hands a cartoon of Zionist “prime minister” Menachem Begin sitting on a mountain of skulls, gnawing on a bone, while Beirut burned in the the very same moment his father was assuring him that the whole thing was Syria’s fault.

This seemed, to Bill, to be somewhat strange.

Bill, as people who have known him have often found to their exasperation, is cursed with a contrary mind. In other words, if he’s expected to take a particular view on any subject, he’ll automatically try out the opposite viewpoint for size, and see what fits better. And the Syria-is-the-villain narrative did not, in any shape or form, fit better.

Nor did it even match the rest of the family’s views. The default family state was also anti-American, and there was excellent reason to believe that they were right in that. But America was the only reason the Zionist entity even still existed, let alone could invade Lebanon and massacre thousands. There was something very wrong here.

It stank.

Overnight, then, Bill decided to follow his own instincts on this subject. Now, these were not just the pre-Internet days, but in Bill’s part of the country, even the pre-television days; TV didn’t arrive until the very end of that year when the Asian Games were held. But even then, there was enough in the newspapers and on the radio for a twelve year old to make up his own mind. And Bill did.

This did not go well where his family was concerned. Suddenly, Bill discovered that he was, all unknowing, a Muslim lover. This was a cardinal sin where his family was concerned. One uncle (by marriage) used to claim that as a child he’d, one hot summer day, entered a house to ask for water. They gave him water, of course; but later he discovered that it was a Muslim family, whereupon he stuck two fingers down his throat to vomit out that water. Another family member repeatedly said that Bill should get circumcised and convert to Islam if he “loved Muslims” so much. This was the kind of family Bill had.

Well, Bill did get circumcised much later, for impeccably sexual health related reasons. But that was later.

Can you imagine what it felt like to Bill to be treated like that, by his own family, at the age of twelve? Can you imagine what it felt like to be mocked because he cried after watching a Palestinian man beaten around the head by a Zionist “soldier” on television in 1985? Can you imagine how it felt to be literally the only person he knew with a viewpoint directly opposed to that of everyone else?

It wasn’t just the older generation which venerated the Zionist entity like that. One time, Bill was out with a pair of older cousins (the son and daughter of the water-puker, as it happens) to the highest hilltop near the town. They had a pair of binoculars with them, and Bill was using them to look across at another hill, when they took a photo of him, which they immediately dubbed the Moshe Dayan Photo.

Moshe Dayan, of course, was the Zionist war criminal (real family name Kitaigorodsky) who was worshipped by my, er, Bill’s, family, simply because he’d “killed Muslims”.

You’ll note that not one member of Bill’s family, while eager to applaud Muslim-killers, ever joined the army or even the police, both of which would have given ample opportunity to kill Muslims.

Another time Bill was in Calcutta, with a couple of other cousins (who were sisters). They were in a part of the city Bill had never seen before, with a lot of mosques and men in beards. The sisters made a point of informing Bill – who had never discussed politics with them – that that was a part of the city where his “favourite community” was in a majority. Obviously, word in the family had got around.

Today, Bill’s family has fallen totally silent on the subject of the Zionist entity. I literally can’t get them to try and defend their ziolove. They can’t exactly disown it; that would prove that they’d backed the wrong side all these years. Nor can they let go of their instinctive anti-Muslim hate. But they can’t exactly ignore facts either, and the racist, criminal nature of the Zionist entity is far too clear to ignore.

Well, so here is today’s cartoon. Presented totally without apologies, and let the hysterical and predictable accusations of “anti-Semitism” begin!

I’m more than used to them.


The Blood Of The Scammed


The Sorrows Of Salman