Chemtrails on German TV

I know that the idea of chemtrails sounds a bit paranoid. Yet I noticed as well that most adults, as long as they don't professionally deal with cloud phenomena, perceive nature quite oblivious. After I heard about chemtrails, I simply started watching the sky more than before, and soon noticed strange celestial patterns.

The video below shows a meteorological computer simulation of the weather above Germany and the neighbouring countries. Just watch from the 0:28 to 1:02, focusing on the western border of Germany. Some snake-like trails appear, and look so weird that the weather man tries to explain them:

"Und dann haben wir noch etwas, was wir nicht als Regen oder Schnee identifizieren können - hier im Westen, diese Schlangenlinien. Da haben wahrscheinlich am Nachmittag über der Nordsee ein paar Flugzeuge, Militärflugzeuge, raus gebracht, und in etwa 5 bis 6 km Höhe, das hat mit Wetter so nichts zu tun."

Translation:

"And there is something else which we cannot identify as rain or snow - here in the west, these wiggly lines. These were most likely brought out by some planes, military planes above the North Sea, in about 5 to 6 kilometers altitude. That's completely unrelated to the weather."

Weather is a complex, chaotic feedback system, closely linked to climate. Aerial weather manipulation does not yet work perfectly predictable, however, it is deployed in various areas. It sounds quite bold to claim that artificial clouds that spread over 500 km, stretch about 10 km wide have no influence to the weather. And as far as I know, there is no war in Europe, so why can military planes some shit in the sky? And how did the weather man know that it were military planes?

Freedom and democracy can only exist without military and secret services.

Synergetic synesthetic sizzlings

To the Lords of Censorship & Intolerance
I say, we say:
We, mud people, snake people, tar people
We, bohemians walking on millennial thin ice
Our bodies pierced, tattooed, martyred, scarred
Our skin covered with hieroglyphs & flaming questions
We, Living Museum of Modern Oddities & Sacred Monsters
We, vatos cromados y chucas neo-barrocas
We, indomitable drag queens, transcendental putas
waiting for love and better conditions in the shade
We, "subject matter" of fringe documentaries
We, the Hollywood refusniks,
the greaser bandits & holy outlaws
of advanced Capitalism
We, without guns, without Bibles
We, who never pray to the police or to the army
We, who never kissed the hand of a bishop or a curator
We, who barter and exchange favors & talismans
We, who still believe in community, another community,
a much stranger and wider community
We, community of illness, madness & dissent
community of horny angels & demons
We, frail and defiant; permanently outraged but always tender
We shape your desire while you contract our services
to postpone the real discussion
We, the artists & intellectuals who still don't wish to comply
We, bastard children of two humongous nuns:
"heterodoxia" e "iconoclastia"
We, who talk back in rarefied symbols & metaphors
against the corruption of formalized religion & art
We, the urban monks who pray in tongues & rap in Esperanto
We, who put on masks, penachos & wigs to shout
We, standing still in our underwear
right in the center of the stage
with the words carved on our chests:
"Performance artist: will bleed for food"
"Obsessive artist: will die for one idea"
We, critical brain mass
fuga inminente de cerebros y hormonas
spoken word profética, sintética
We continue to talk back…talk back…tack back…
(Shamanic tongues)

Bring the war home


To those up there who make dangerous decisions for mankind
I say, we say:
We, the homeless, faceless vatos aquellos
in the great American metropolis
little Mexico, little Cambodia, little purgatory
We, the West Bank & Gaza strip of Gringolandia
We, the unemployed, who work so pinche hard
so you don't have to work that much
We, whose taxes send your CEOs & armies
on vacation to the South
We, evicted from your gardens & beaches
We, within your system, without your mercy
We, w/out health or car insurance,
w/out bank accounts & credit cards,
We, the 7th generation; the 4th world
patiently waiting for Ixtaccihuatl to wake up
We, scared shitless at ground level,
but only at ground level
(Shamanic tongues)
I speak, therefore we continue to be together.

Shalom

There's a land breaking all the rules,
bombing hospitals, houses and schools,
while the world watches and waits
and so silently participates.

Genocide is in fashion again
let's massively increase the pain,
do it for your nation's fame,
killing kids without any shame.

Countries come, and countries go,
as part of the endless flow.
They're not real, they're only show,
and even worse, they stop us grow.

Genocide is in fashion again
let's massively increase the pain,
do it for your nation's fame,
killing kids without any shame.

Nobody wants to die for you,
nobody chose to die for you.
I hope you enjoy your silly dance
and killing by your ignorance.

You're hands are bloody, so are mine,
yet i can't help it to feel like a swine.
paying my taxes to a murderous crew,
protecting assets of a chosen few.

Genocide is in fashion again
let's massively increase the pain,
do it for your nation's fame,
killing kids without any shame.

So if our leaders don't stop to fight
then they are useless, that's alright.
Most vicious men sit in government
it's now time that their powers end.

Elegy for Gaza

When I returned from the beach,
being for two weeks outta reach,
the world raged again in madness,
and my joy was replaced by sadness.

I call it yet another genocide,
even if it sounds not right,
coz Germany fought with all might
to own this term's copyright.

Now Israel stroke again,
and let me say this plain:
They totally lost all measure,
as if killing led to pleasure.

No war, none!, can be ever just,
coz most people you can trust.
Just a chosen few remain evil,
with a mindset older than medieval.

To end this world wide frown
simply bring all government down.
Free people can organise this earth,
corporatism sells our planet's hearse.

Getting rid of the parasites on top
is by far no easy job.
But we can only gain
to stop the bringers of pain.

Their power is our trust,
our misery is their lust.
If we stop this silly game,
our world can't remain the same.