“That there are men in all countries who get their living by war, and by keeping up the quarrels of Nations is as shocking as it is true…”
― Thomas Paine
This is a little something for those bored literally to tears with my ongoing work on the walleye in Montana.
Yesterday, as my wife and I waited to board our American Airlines flight from Las Vegas to Chicago, she said “did you hear about the American Airline flight where they had passengers sitting on the tarmac for four hours, broiling in the heat?” I replied “four hours? That sounds like an Op to me”.
We boarded our flight precisely on time. We backed away from the gate precisely on time. Then, the pilot says “we have a passenger who is ill, and we’re so close to the gate, we’re going to go back and let them off.”
We were, literally, a hundred yards back from the gate.
Now, why would the person board the plane if they were “ill”? Why would they not mention it until just after the doors were closed? Why would the captain say “ill”, and not “a medical emergency”?
During this whole escapade, nobody rushed back to check on this person. It took, I kid you not, half an hour for the pilot to take the plane 100 yards back to the gate. Then, when we got the the gate, the person didn’t rush to the door, nor were they rushed to the door by flight attendants. No, we sat there, for another inexplicable, infuriating five, seven minutes. Then a young Asian man rushed up the aisle.
He was wearing a sports jersey with a last name that ended in “Aka”, which is Japanese. As I looked at him, I thought “he’s not Japanese, he’s Chinese”. He wasn’t walking ashamedly, and showed no remorse. His head was not down in a position of penitence. A guy behind me said loudly “geez, he’s got a lot of energy for someone too sick to fly”.
The young man was an agent, a generational Satanist Freemason agent. Just like the pilot working the Con with him.
Why do I say that? Well, the pilot explained how we had to get in line again, and that it would be fifteen or twenty minutes until we took off. I timed it. It was an infuriating, unbelievable 45 minutes.
During that time period, the pilot I’m taking to task said “there’s been a change in wind direction, and all the planes have been told to turn around and take off in the other direction.”
It was a hot, still day in Las Vegas, with no wind, zero. So now we have a generational Satanist Freemason in the tower in on the Con, doing their part, to issue an order that has plausible deniability.
Some time passed. The captain comes back on and says “I’m told we’re sixth in line, and we’ll be airborne in six to ten minutes. I timed it. It was another 22 minutes.
During this whole excruciating process, everyone’s told “stay in your seats, seatbelts on.” One strange family, who was acting bizarrely the whole flight, made a big show of getting up, sitting back down, switching seats with each other, and, then, finally, the daughter makes a break for the bathroom. The flight attendant tells her to sit down. Then, a couple minutes later the captain comes back on, and says “if anyone tries to go to the bathroom, we won’t be able to take off.”
Then, ten minutes later, just after the bright “six minutes to go!” Update, he comes back on and says “someone tried to use the bathroom, so we’re not able to take off, and have to get back in line again.” Nobody other than that strange family had attempted to use the bathroom.
Fury passes through the cabin. Then the plane takes off. Seconds after we were told that it could and would not take off, because of the urinator.
Grade school children studying the subject in the future will marvel that the weirdo family was also in on the confidence game, also generational Satanist Freemasons doing their part for their “community”, in a way that countless generations of ensheepled rubes have been and remain unable to grasp, even when it’s presented to them clearly in a forum such as this.
“That writer is paranoid!”, they’ll say to themselves. And the Confidence games roll on.
To what end? The extra X dollars in parking fees I paid because we were two hours late. The hotels that would be booked by the people who missed their flights. But, mostly, the pain, suffering and woe caused to ever last person in the plane, and their families.
The flight attendants skillfully helped those with connecting flights, and, as I listened, I learned that each would probably make those connecting flights by just a hair.
This way, the pain and woe are worked, and the airline doesn’t have to pay the fees for the hotel rooms. The Op is about generating pain, woe, anger, frustration, suffering.
The biggest tell is the Chinese kid who was “ill”. Traveling alone. In a cabin literally choked with carry-on’s and personal items, this kid did not have even a backpack. No appearance of illness. No remorse. No flight attendants checking on his condition. Wearing a blatant “look, I’m Japanese!” Jersey to cover the fact that he’s Chinese. Just a blatant Op, with a serially-lying captain to help it along.
After the torture ended, the captain brightly came on and said how sorry he was for the delay. Then another flight deck person came on later and said how sorry they were for the delay. There was never an explanation of why it took another 45 minutes to take off beyond going back to the gate with the “ill” person. That is, beyond “the wind direction changed, and all the planes had to turn around”.
I’m hoping that my exposure of the Op will bring about a rise in awareness which will help free us from our enslavement to these people. They comprise roughly twenty percent of the populace, and are hiding in plain sight in every city, town and village on Earth.
Won’t you consider doing your part to bring their long dominion over us to an end?
