Reflecting back on the effects of global politics during my toddler years tells me a lot about its ongoing sneaky agenda that began hundreds of years before I was born.
Nazi doctors used me as a baby lab rat until I was almost dead. Then, for some reason, they revived me and brought my earthly body back to good health. For a short time.
Then Allies liberated me from that third-party financed Nazi tyranny by firebombing me in or around Regensburg. I still remember those ear-splitting fireworks that reflected from the surrounding tied-down big balloons in the sky around that city.
After that liberating war in Europe, an American plane machine-gunned me to assure that I remained liberated, I guess.
After that, liberation recovery efforts continued with the Red Cross food shipments from Switzerland into Germany being stopped at the border.
The only food we first-graders received from someone of our Allied liberators was a few week’s worth of a couple tablespoons of chocolate powder that was mixed with locally produced warm milk for us waiting in line to receive that heavenly drink. That tasty philanthropic effort fizzled out after less than one month.
Fast-forwarding to global underground history, a glimpse of which returned into my physical presence a few years ago. Like so:
What do these people have in common? A homeland security agent, a rabbi, a postal inspector, an IDL member, an expert terrorism expert, a public speaker, a police chaplain in at least three or four cities in three or four states, …?
As improbable that may seem, that is only one man who wears Many Hats.
During one of his addresses to a local audience, he casually lifted both arms. Holding a cellphone over his head as high as possible, he took his time to find the best angle and focus to take a photo of that audience. That must mean that my mugshot is now immortalized in a taxpayer/consumer financed giant database. For some nefarious purpose?
Over several years, Many Hats and I had about a dozen-plus one-on-one interactions. Those stopped after our last one. That time he happened to be about twenty feet in front of me, facing away from me. He intuitively, suddenly, turned his head exactly in my direction behind him. Seeing me, caused him to let out a silent wide-open mouth scream. Then quickly turned his head back to the person in front of him to continue their conversation. That is the last time I saw him, and probable will never see him again.
That behavior fits into my other observations of the agents of that global groupie. Are they on the run?
