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RE: Close Encounters in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico
Damn! Your first international trip to a beautiful vacation destination pregnant with violent revolution, and you left just as the water broke. How frustrating you missed all the excitement and have only tourist tales to regale your young'uns with by the fireside of an evening. Still, you could lie and entertain them with tales of dashing terrorists and derring do.
I'm glad you're home, safe and sound.
Thanks!
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"I approached with my best slave self on
"I shuffled submissively forward and did as I was told with all the others
"Children were commanded to be quiet
"Papers were clutched in hands
"I assumed the surrender position while they irradiated me.
"My belongings were searched on a belt beside me.
"Finally, I awkwardly stopped to have my very visage scanned and analyzed
"All to verify that I was not a person up to no good"
The last time I flew I remember something twisting inside as I watched my sons being gingerly tapped by a wand with some kind of cloth patch clamped to the end, looking to detect explosives residues, I surmised. An urgent rage surged in me and I could feel my mind retreating before it as I began to visualize attacking and slaughtering the indolent, insolent TSA lackeys, and then it was over and we proceeded to the gate.
I have never flown again.
I used to love flying. I loved the momentary zero G as little puddle jumpers bobbed in the turbulent currents above Southeast Alaska, and the first time I flew in a 727 at eight I almost passed out from sheer joy as we accelerated to liftoff, going faster than I had ever gone before, thrilling at the view of the speed we were making out the window.
I will never fly again, unless I'm driving and no morons in monkey suits are tempting me to rip them limb from limb by molesting my children with bomb sniffing wands.
I actually felt that way after the first shock. The people at the conference were all really fine humans, and they rose to the occasion beautifully, trying to find ways to help. They may have catastrophised a bit though, after all, we/they are all awaiting the freaking obvious apocalypse and think this was part of the end game by the US, CIA, Mossad, who are in turn controlled by shadowy Illuminati-grade bad guys. A very plausible scenario if you ask me, and that's why I was there: I want to know how to prepare for, survive, and profit from the apocalypse. That's the main thrust of anarchapulco.
So those people were doing invocations, beach meditations etc, to try to quell the violence and turn the world one degree closer to sanity. They may have done so judging by how quickly things went back to normal. Other countries have failed at that miserably. Syria comes to mind here, and that country held on for a few decades before it fell to the very same forces at work in Mexico today. Venezuela held on well for many years too. In both those cases, as in others, they portrayed the leader as a citizen-murdering despots, when to my mind they had been standing and fighting admirably.
I am proud of the Mexicans. They showed that non-comliance is the key. Peaceful non-compliance won this battle as it seems to me.
They succeeded, it appears.
I deeply admire people that are devoted to family, honest, hard work, and fair dealing in business, I have exclusively met and worked with here, and in Mexico, too. I wish all Americans, and people around the world, measured up to that standard. We wouldn't be in the hazardous position we are in, poised on the precipice of war and afflicted with madmen intent on profiting from it.