Gloria's Excellent Adventure
(Or a day in the life of a whacked out, alien-hunting conspiracy theorist. )
Earth Date: May 2, 2003:
This morning, as we prepared for the trip to the (hopefully historical) Prowers
County Concentration Camp
by filling up with gas at Loaf n Jug, I noticed that today the sky was covered
with a mass of grey clouds. Yesterday at this same time the sky had been blue
and at
least
six large chem-trail X's
had been in the sky overhead. That was more
than I had
ever seen at one time in the sky. I took some pictures of them, but I could
only get two X's in the camera frame. (I had read that chem-trails only
occur over
large cities but I can attest to the fact that this is not true.)
I don't know what the big deal is about chem-trails, or what they really are, but being a conspiracy theorist fan, I have to assume that they are some type of government plot to reduce the population of the world. I may get into the study of chem-trails later, but now I am too damn busy chasing aliens, so if you want to know more about them, I suggest you do a search on the Internet and I am sure you will find sufficient information and misinformation to frustrate you. The main thing I remember reading about them is that there are two types of airplane trails in the sky, the short ones are from commercial jets and they do not remain there for 15 minutes like the chem-trails do. That's how you can tell them apart. (Note: Just to be on the safe side, I take a heavy metal detox tablet to counteract the toxic metal pollution they are putting in the air, and I zap with Dr. Hulda Clark's zapper to destroy harmful germs and viruses.)
Enough about chem-trails, our mission today was to determine rather or not the secret shadow government is renovating an old WWII concentration camp located in Prowers county for possible future use.
I brought along with me, my 77 year old mother for protection. (Because when I get scared, I tend to scream "I want my mommy!" ) Seriously, since she had visted the camp during world war II, and knew what it looked like back then, I thought perhaps she could tell me how much renovation or changes had been done, if any. --(Okay, truthfully, her car has a working air conditioner, she was paying for the gas, and she knew how to find the place. --Well, I promised I would be honest in this report.)
Anyway, today, surrounded by gray and very gloomy skies, I thought the weather was perfect for a visit to a concentration camp. -- (And what classic gloomy pictures I might get.)
Results of the trip:
The results: We completed the expedition and were back home about 3:30 PM. I am happy, and quite relieved to report that we found no sinister goings on or renovating of this camp. We found no tall fences, no barbed wire, no guards, no black helicopters, and very little evidence of tourists. There were many foundations where buildings had been which had been torn down. There were signs posted all around the area explaining what had once been there. (See pictures.) To the west, was a dump and an an area where some dirt moving had been going on, perhaps an expansion of the Granada city dump, or a sand pit. I could hear the sound of some kind of pump, but I did not go down into the area. To the east were some small living quarters (left over from the camp) which were still standing and they appeared to be occupied by a few non-English speaking Mexican farm workers. The only internments (prisoners) in the camp were some cows, a bull and many young calves. In the center of the camp was a small horse arena where a local horse club practiced barrel racing, or whatever else they do in those events.
After a very extensive drive about, and picture taking session, I found a suitable spot to stop and answer nature's call behind a bush. On returning to the car, I tripped over a tree root and fell into the mud on all fours. With my pants and hands caked in mud, I now looked as if I had been crawling about in a pig pen. I got back to the car where my mother patiently waited, and said, "Let's go to McDonalds." ©2002 Gloria Jean
