That ain't Smoke

I had to go outside Wednesday 06/28/2023 to get the mail.

My throat tightened up like it has done for several weeks now because the Pharm Whores have been spraying their fields because they are chemical addicts.

Butt as I looked around at the horizon - ILL Annoyed is flat land - I couldn’t see the horizon for the haze.

Having recovered myself from a lifetime of MCS, I have a literal library of chemical odors in my brain. I said outloud - to myself because there was no one else intelligent to speak to and the cardinals had disappeared - “That ain’t Smoke.”

IT WAS THE SMELL OF METAL.

I can detect odors into parts per TRILLION. I seriously doubt that my olfactory senses were overloaded by the High Note in this Recipe of Death because I can discriminate quite a number of scents in foods despite certain ones having more power than others. I could detect no ‘smoke’ only metal. I didn’t cough from particulates, and believe you-me as a farm boy, I’ve made my share of fires and coughed up a number of furballs from particulates from smoke.

Now owing to the way that this computer simulation is scripted, I had bagged some of the apples on my trees (66.6% loss of yeild this year to the human drugs that the Pharmwhores spray as weed killers) on Monday, to have a hellacious windstorm on Tuesday. When I went outside to survey the damage Wenesday after I had recovered the mail but before put on an N95 with carbon impregnated fibers, I said out loud (this time I guess to the baby apples in the grass) “I know that smell!”

See, these outbursts are spontaneous. Not because I’m shitzophrenic but because the mind knows and articulates what is reality. That library of metal smells had been scanned by my brain after the second and longer exposure to fill in that nagging blank that at first I thought the smell was in the Transition Metal lineup of the periodic chart which excludes soft metals, metaloids (like arsenic that has a very acrid smell) or the kinds of odors associated with welding. I do know the smell but I can’t place it just yet so I’ll be sniffing as many metal and burnt metal samples around the farm as I can to try to spur the memory and get the name.

I explained this to our Little Red Hen Teresa and she replied immediately with her surgically precise brain, “Well, of course burning trees would smell like metal. They’ve been poisoning and killing the trees with metals in the chemtrails for years. That alone would make fuel for the fires.”

It would also make them conductive for DEW to ignite them like wicks.

While Christians are hung up on: Bible says: wars, rumors of wars, famine, pestilence, and death; yet wait for outside help that will never arrive, the world is literally burning like Hell and no one is doing anything.

Canada, like the US, probably went into receivership to China over debt and now China is practicing a literal Scorched Earth approach to clearing the land for whatever purpose they have. Your life support system is being destroyed by biocidal maniacs. You know what to do but no one will do it.

I’ve got no attachment to this shithole.

Let it burn.