~This is for all you chem-trail pilots~
Good morning to you all…it is a bright sunny day here at 36,000 feet
and the visibility and vitamin D are unlimited…until the sphincters of the skies show up.
Well, that ends our weather report for today.
Forecast – falling feces from the lines of crap in our skies.
Umbrella’s and respirators recommended.

Since you can read instruments I will assume you can read this.

There is a lot of anger in this world about you and those you sold your soul to to poison the very land and life you get your life from. It amazes me you can’t see that. It amazes me that while you’re sitting in your pilots seat spraying your load of crap on the families below, there is another sphincter just like you sitting in their seat dumping their load of crap on your families below as well.

I spent two decades getting my body clean and ready for the power each of us have to create. This is a power you may never know for taking monetary riches over the value of all life on the very planet that feeds you. I have been angry at seeing a garden that took two years to create look like a black spotted forest.
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Are you so rich that you don’t buy food from the grocery stores? If so, must be nice. Do you know where the food you buy and eat is grown? Is it possible that in your ignorance you don’t realize you are eating the feces your sphincter accomplices dumped above your home yesterday?

Looking into the skies in the mornings I am hopeful that any of you had the courage to wake up and say no to crapping in our skies.
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Dare I be brave enough to inform you that our money paid your salary and for that plane and that makes you our employee. These are your new orders and directions. Your positions as aeronautic assholes have been terminated. Turn in your weak minds and uniforms. You are grounded and your new assignment is to clean up the lands you helped poison. Only then can you truly return home.

I leave you to your fate. Pucker up, it might be rough!