I mean if I open up a little more about my past history...
This creates its own problems because more often than not people, some at least, will be apt to go 'oh he's big-noting himself/name-dropping' whatever.
Macalister Mansion, Penang. This is where I lived. |
But I'm doing it now to give some basis to how I ever would have been able to get 'access' in the first place. I'm not an industrial chemist and I know little to nothing at all about engineering; at one time I had a strong grasp on circuit design and some cutting edge ideas to do with electronics. God I'm look a million years old now, I'm less than useless in that area now - I've lost it all because my head is full of 'other matters.' Besides which it's all 'drop in' modules and software in chips. Nobody's addressing 'new function innovation' anyway.
So look, my adoptive step-brother was head of the Secret Intelligence Service of a country won't say which one and you'll prolly guess it wrong anyway. So don't. He is by birth from literally the same family as Kamal Adham the founder of Saudi Secret Intelligence.
One of my uncles I think I've said before, was the second of the two-man team who had sole access to the secured 'special ingredient' Wrigleys stuck into their latex processing for chewing gum manufacture. Whenever they used the ingredient, both people had to bring one key each to open the safe.
I'm going to post a pic of a house that I lived in for a few weeks and then we moved next door to a MUCH BIGGER place where we stayed for years and years. The American ambassador's residence up the road a few miles, not many, was EVEN BIGGER STILL.
Sir Norman Macalister, the governor of Prince of Wales Island, built the house in this pic. It is today, an hotel - of 'eight rooms.'
And... it's a hotel now |
Even back then when I was a kid, it never had a grassed front yard, only granite rock chips or 'blue metal rocks' or whatever you call the stuff. Sayid Arafin, one of my dad's teaching student lecturers, lived there with his family - because he had a big family and he was the only local with the necessary aristocratic profile to 'accept' what the others were too shy to take. For some reason my mother didn't like the place and we went to an even bigger, but more sprawling place next door.
...So this US major, see, escorted around by the US ambassador surname 'Gordon' who went on to work for several White House administrations and had even at one time been involved in the Nixon, I think, earlier failed tilt - well he had some 'grunts' and some other muscle with heavy machinery, cut a patch in the rainforest, and they literally descended an air-conditioned PX cabin there, while they were 'exploring' something. Next to that, a quarter mile away, was the mine where the local government cut the granite rocks from. And what were they doing in the 'small patch' right in the middle of very very deep and thick multi-layered rainforest and canopy?
Well, I can't say, see.
And you wouldn't even believe me anyway. It was 'just a project' and nobody would have asked any questions. And those that actually knew, well, they were people who kept their mouths shut - and they were mostly academics but in uniform. One of them - Munroe Leaf (well his actual name was 'Monroe;' Wilbur Monroe Leaf) - was one of those academics. And I've mentioned him before in connection with my personal life. Man, come on guys - I'm not sure that you are EVER going to get any closer to it all. I mean - there is Cathy O'Brien... You know, funny, she is about the same age as me. Everyone thinks she's nuts, I think. I think she's probably just 'injudicious.'
Cathy O'Brien - conspiracy theorist 'MKUltra' LOL |
Anyway.
And I absolutely 100% ironclad guarantee you, that at least half a dozen different objectives were part of that 'thing' going on in the rainforest: taking flora samples, testing the earth for hundreds of yards down, photographing 'new plant species,' testing new equipment, seeing if they could find or extract new chemical compounds from whatever was there. Even testing the Eastman High Altitude cameras to see what they could 'see' into the forest canopy. So... So, tucked away in all of that - which were all absolutely important, valid things - were these academics, see; and what they were doing, which no one was allowed to ask about.
Anyway. Any-w-a-a-a-y...
There's lots of hard 'legacy' I have retained from those days - those days when my sister's godfather, head of station Singapore, et cetera... And my uncle at Shell.... And my other uncle... And and and.
Listen. There's stuff I could tell you about people that would make your head spin and catch on fire.
And what is the good of it all? Well - I could possibly give you a 'heads up' as and when and we are pretty close to the 'when.'
17x the speed of sound. No, honest! |
I 'might' get some early warning.
And meanwhile, I have already 'did get' some (LOL, can't help the lack of grammar) uniquely trade-able commercial things. And so that's where we're heading, that's the actual plan. We're going to make some money.
The rest is I feel some sympathy for atheists - I am not one - because some here will have been through the Vietnam thing and some the Korean thing, and I doubt the youngsters who were in Iraq or Afghanistan can leave their NetFlix and come here... So I can't say no one has seen what is about to happen and that's why they 'don't have religion.' I don't think we've ever seen the mess that the world is in right now though.
But what will really change? Nothing. People will die, and you're going to have to pick your way through the dead bodies.
Maybe I have provoked some of the atheists here to answer the fundamental question: 'what does it all mean??'
Everybody has plenty to say before the blood starts really flowing though. Then you find out what people really 'believe.' The rest doesn't count.
Are we there yet? Not yet.
I'm not waiting. I'm doing 'Kung Fu defense' steps already. How about you?