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Dead Constitution See other Dead Constitution Articles Title: Weird events in Wendover, Utah (sic) First off, I need to explain Wendover. Wendover is the beating heart of the Great Basin Desert. My Coyote Guide told me that Wendover is the heart of the universe, so I'm not about to dispute Coyote Guide. Wendover is a quaint little berg located 120 miles west of the Mormons' Salt Lake City and 120 miles east of Elko, Nevada. Elko, Nevada is famous for gold mines and well, gold mines. Elko does have this high fallutin' poetry festival and that about says it all. Wendover sits directly on the Utah/Nevada border. We Wendoverans like to call it the Gaza Strip, Utah/Nevada. That's because Wendover is occupied territory. We'll get to that occupied thingy momentarily. Wendover is literally surrounded by salt flats and military zones. United States military zones. The Jets 4 Jesus Corps, aka the U.S. Air Force, has several "sanctioned off" zones for bombing this and laser targeting that. The U.S. Army has Dugway, Utah, where the military develops chemo/bio-weaponry that would give the Terminator the creeping gaunch. There are vast tracks of STOCK PHOTO "Off limits to you ordinary types and we mean you! Trespass at your own peril! Use of deadly force AUTHORIZED WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE!" and stuff like that. You can catch my drift if only by the verbal picture drawn. If you think I'm kidding about any of the signery, take a trip down I-80, and when you get to Utah Exit 62 or Exit 49, see how far you can drive up the road. Be sure and read the signs along the way. Trust me on this, you'll want to pay close attention to the signs. Or take a drive down US 93A south out of Wendover, but read the signs and pay attention. The military's no-man's zone is properly called "Utah Test and Training Range: No Public Access!" The U.S. military is NOT bullshitting about that "no public access" crap-o-la. The military's will kill you dead and not even report your now demised ass to anyone. Wendover is surrounded and having stated the obvious, it's time to bring up the Wendover Airport. Historically, the Wendover Airport (airbase) is where the Army trained to rain nuclear death all over Japan to end WWII the really big one. Nowadays the airport is used by the casinos that own the Nevada side of Wendover, and the Jets for Jesus Corps. Okay, is everyone following this? If not, that's okay, it's Wendover and no one follows much of this here and that's just a fact of the daily grind. Wendover Gaza Strip, Utah/Nevada is about as isolated as it gets. Hence it is literally butt freaking Egypt or BFE, and the "occupied" part comes back into the descriptive right about here. In the Wendover Weekly Reader, the banner headline for the week ending January 17, 2008 reads, and I'm quoting here, "A-10 Tank Killers Train at Wendover Airport." Wendover Weekly Reader even has pictures of the "tank killers" and everything. Wow-oh-wow-whee! Funny thing, though, the Weekly Reader forgot to mention or show pictures of the B-52's, the F-16's, the nondescript secretive looking aircraft that one couldn't really get a good look at, or the nightside landings at the airport with the airport blacked out, and forgot to mention the C-130 gunships that were in and out of the airport's space. The Wendover Weekly Reader did make a slight reference to "tank killers... and working with Special Forces for real world engagement and close air support." Now the plot thickens. Military training and Wendover are nowhere near uncommon. Happens all the time. However, it's not so common to have "Special Forces for real world engagement" playing war games in the neighborhood. The high point for Wendover and my neighborhood came on Thursday, January 10, 2008, at about 7:00 PM, and that's Mountain Standard Time and NOT Pacific Standard Time for those on the Nevada side of Gaza. We're out watering the doggies and watching the air show being put on by the Jets 4 Jesus Corps. Quite the impressive show, I must say. The sky is filled with war birds. Big ones and little teeny zippy ones and noisy ones and really high up there can't make out what the hell they might be ones and eerily silent ones making landings at the Wendover Airport with the lights out. Nifty trick if one is "skilled" enough to be able to pull that maneuver off or, equipped with that high-tech "night vision" crap. You see, we live up on the Leppy Hills above the "proper" part of Wendover, Utah side, and at the mouth of an old abandoned gravel pit. There's a lady in Wendover, Nevada side, that calls it the 'low rent district' of Wendover. That's okay, though, she's an asshole and wouldn't know the luxury afforded to us that live on the hill from living out in the flats of Wendover Nevada side with the scorpions. Rattlesnakes too, but I'm not about to tell her that. She can discover the little critters for herself if she hasn't already. Like I stated, she's an asshole and that will suffice for now. Sorry, I digress -- and now it's back to stories about 'weird ass shit stranger than fiction'! Where was I? Oh yeah, the Leppy Hills' views of grandeur, and the Jets 4 Jesus Corps. Living where we live, we've a grand view of the desert and the airport fun stuff. You know like air shows and landings in the dark and oh yes, those Special Forces clowns. You see, those Special Forces types are using my neighborhood for urban warfare training. Yeah, that's pretty darn funny. What they're doing is goddamned spooky. So we'll just start to refer to these clowns as spooks. Sort of fitting in an odd twist of thermal-dynamic nightside twistery. So as mentioned, we're out watering the doggies and three car loads of spooks pull up at the mouth of the gravel pit. Two Subaru Outbacks and one Jeep Cherokee. Brand new models and sporting all manners of antennae and windows blackened. Ordinarily, windows are just tinted but not for the spooks. As we're watching this little parade, the spooks bail out of their sporty urban warfare vehicles and head out in the gravel pit on a dead run. Spooky-boys are searching for something. The spooks are wearing headlamps and carrying flashlights the manner of which I've never seen before. So as about half of the spooky squad are running around the gravel pit, the other half are sitting in the urban warfare vehicles playing techy with a rather impressive array of computer shit-to-ding. I mean, the insides of these cars are lit up in that computer blue-soft lighting and you can see the screens, and there's a lot of screens. One of the spooks has this radio, at least I think that's what it is, and another spooky is talking into it. Now the absolutely spookiest part of the whole creepy episode is that spookies one through six are packing side arms. They're packing a whole array of gizmos, thingies, and side arms. Running around the gravel pit in some kind of search pattern. That's what the professionals call what the spooks are doing, and I learned that a bit later on and we're coming to that part. So spooks one through six head back to their urban warfare vehicles and as spook number two is about to reenter his COMMAND vehicle, I ask spooky-homey if'n it's all right to ask what the hell is going on. That's exactly what I asked spooky-homey, "Is it all right to ask what the hell is going on?" Spooky-homey responds, "It's alright to ask." He won't answer my question but he admits that it's alright to ask. Thanks there, super spooky-homey, thanks a bunch. By the by, you creeping clown, this is my neighborhood and not your neighborhood, and there's families that live here and children that play in the gravel pit that you're running your spooky search patterns around in. Asshole! So that was on Thursday night. I've had about enough of the Jets 4 Jesus Corps and air shows and spooks, and so we're out watering the doggies again about the same time on Friday night, and there in the back of the neighborhood sitting in the dirt between the big-assed Chevron sign that adorns the south side of our hill and the neighborhood is parked a darkened SUV. Sitting silent and blackened. The SUV is far enough away and it's dark enough to not be able to see if it's arrayed with the high-spooky antennae arrays that are evidently popular with those urban warfare vehicles types and the asshole spookies that man those urban warfare assault craft. I gave them one hour. An hour later I went outside with my dog and blackened out SUV is still parked out in the dirt in back of our neighborhood. Well, suffice it to say, enough of the creeping spooky crap is enough. I called 911. Gave the nice 911 dispatcher guy a description of the sitting in the dirt blackened out SUV and a brief recount of Thursday night's episodic freak show. Well, not more than a couple of minutes later, the county sheriffs show up at my door and want to know first off, "Where's the stranger with the sidearm?" County sheriffs will get just a snudge agitated following up on calls where there's been any sort of reporting about spookies and sidearms. I had to assure the deputy that the sidearms episode was Thursday night and not Friday night and I was just reporting the SUV in the dirt outback. The deputies had me show them where the vehicle was at and of course, now the damn thing's gone. Figures, doesn't it? Anyway, I tell the good constables what the haps has been about the sitting in darkened silence SUV. Then I recount for the good constables about Thursday night's bizarre adventures. With some particular emphasis on the spooks and their sidearms, the deputies bring me up to speed on urban warfare training and their concerns about such training protocols. Okay, so the scoop as explained to me is that the freaking spooks are training in populated urban areas and using civilians and civilian traffic as targets. The spookies are laser washing selected trucks, cars, civilians, and then they're calling in air strikes. On United States citizensI Holy freaking mother of god and Mary in the very early morning! The goddamned United States military is using us as their freaking subjects in their twisted and barbaric war gaming. Needless to say, I'm now extremely pissed off. I've been laser washed and targeted for death by my country's freaking goddamned military. Oh yes, pissed off is putting it all mildly. The spookies are not just assholes, they are goddamned dangerous to me, you, our children, and the very future of these United States of laser washed America. This isn't funny and it isn't training. This is fascism at the very heart and core of what the Bush regime has done for us and to us. Yeah, pissed off is mild in the very least! A summation: This isn't cute and it isn't funny and it isn't American. What the hell happens when one of the sidearmed spookies gets a little off-kilter with Joe Average Citizen and pulls that spooky sidearm? What the hell happens when one of those heavily armed F-16s coming in for that laser washed mock attack actually plants a Daisy-cutter in someone's backyard? Who takes the responsibility for that mess? George Bush? Donald Rumsfeld? Dick 'Shotgun' Cheney? Halliburton? Yeah, when pigs sprout wings and take to flying mock training drills over Babylon-on-the-Potomac. What happens when shit starts falling off one of those heavily armed F-16's or A-10 Warthogs or those C-130 gunships? You know, shit like bombs or fuel tanks or wings or the goddamned pilots themselves. Was that what the six spookies were doing in the gravel pit? Looking for something that fell off one of those Jets 4 Jesus Corps wonder birds. Or something like say, a laser washing targeting devise that somehow or some other how got fucking lost in the commotion of their drill. Yeah, pissed off doesn't begin to express just how raped I feel at the present in my own gravel pit of a neighborhood in the low rent district of Wendover Gaza Strip, Utah/Nevada. Fucking spookies and fucking Jets 4 Jesus Corps and fucking George Bush and his bullshit war regime. I want my goddamned America back and free from the corrupt fascism that vexes us all at present. Yup, I am pissed off! F.Y.I., what I refer to as the Wendover Weekly Reader is actually The Wendover Times and they have a web address: www.wendovertimes.com. Give it a read some time. That will take you all of about two or three whole minutes. Yup, I am pissed off indeed.
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Just by coincidence, I happened to be lying in bed yesterday, cursing the flu bug and drinking coffee, and watching some show on Discovery about Area 51. After an hour or so, they let on that Area 51 is closed down now and operations moved to existing bases in...Utah.
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