Weather
as a weapon
Tidal wave bombs,
remote controlled earthquakes
and guided hurricanes
. .
.weather-modification is a force multiplier with tremendous power that could be
exploited across the full spectrum of war-fighting environments. From enhancing
friendly operations or disrupting those of the enemy via small-scale tailoring
of natural weather patterns to complete dominance of global communications and
counter-space control, weather-modification offers the war fighter a wide-range
of possible options to defeat or coerce an adversary.
—
"Weather as a force multiplier" (U.S. Air Force report), 1996
By John
Kaminski
I'd meant to write a fictional version
of what it will be like to go to the ATM and experience that soul-shaking,
life-changing shock of it not working. Out of food, no place to live, children
crying . . . the scene is too gruesome for even twisted Hollywood to portray. It
is a metaphorical signifier of the disintegration of the USA at this moment.
(Too incomprehensibly complete. Death
is like that.)
Too bad it's playing out in real life,
right now, a little persnickety distress to remind us how Iraqis must have felt
when Saddam tried to surrender, but the high-tech Americans run by the ruthless
Israelis decided they'd rather bomb, and have been bombing ever since.
So now we contemplate a bomb of a
different type.
The pace of nonfiction events is
surpassing anything anybody can imagine. This apocalypse scenario is already
being played out, right now, in the fabled metropolis we have come to know as
Greater New York City. The movie Escape from New York has never seemed so
relevant.
The thing I kept noticing as this
well-advertised weather phenomenon progressed northwards off the Atlantic coast
for five straight days was that the ultimate course of this giant twister was
precisely predicted five days in advance.
The most astonishing detail of its
well-publicized, S-turn-at-the-end track was that it followed exactly the course
that it was vociferously predicted to take — something no hurricane I've ever
seen in my life has ever done. (I've been in the middle of five major hurricanes
— Carol, Diane, Edna, Andrew and Charlie, and have watched at least a dozen
other near misses, including the Perfect Storm of '77 that Sebastian Junger and
Stephen King wrote about.)
Due to some unforeseen influence or
other, hurricanes always deviate in some way from the paths meteorologists have
predicted, very often at the last minute. Charlie got sucked up the Peace River
by the warm water of Charlotte Harbor, saved my town of Englewood. Too bad I
evacuated as ordered and ran right into the unexpected path of the 145-mph
beast, clinging to a doorway as the building swayed beneath me.
But that was nothing like New York
today, just as New York is nothing like Fukushima was last year.
The trashing of the Jersey seashore
and the immersion of New York City into lawless dark deathtrap are more than
akin to a bomb attack than a natural disaster. It wiped out giant neighborhoods
in Queens fires, and a huge chunk of the Long Island shore with floods caused by
giant crashing waves, and flushing the comforting routines of life for 10-20
million people down the drain of history.
Thousands have yet to die due to the
health effects exacerbated by unrelieved cold weather and inadequate food.
This is the greatest attack by the
weather warriors since since that strange combination of earthquake, tsunami and
Stuxnet virus lit up Fukushima, destroyed Japan, irradiated the Pacific Ocean,
and handed down a protracted death sentence to most of the inhabitants of the
Northern Hemisphere of the planet.
So in terms of planetary impact and
psychic hammer-on-anvil, Hurricane Sandy's calculated roughing-up of NYC and
environs remains much less than the Fukushima disaster for evolutionary
relevance.
Yet Sweet Sandy does serve as a
painful reminder of the reality of political rhetoric, and more to the point,
these things that are going on that the majority of us have never heard about,
and that politicians deny even exist.
The stories and videos of misery in
this Northeast weather disasters are legion. The scuttlebutt about the event
tends to fall into two categories:
1. This is some kind of campaign stunt
to reinforce the value of federal paternalism, reliance on the federal disaster
assistance people, and . . .
2. This is a trial run of the big
disaster they're going to stage next time that will send the last remnant of
froth-mouthed opposition to the New World Order running into Big Brother's arms
for grateful safety, and the final words about human potential will be safely
deposited in the plastic lockbox of mainstream media.
A third tangent of speculation targets
what this caper — in many ways so much like the 9/11 caper, only softer — might
have camouflaged.
What would the twisted Feds actually
think up to do to an empty city? Was this just another exercise like Katrina in
urban renewal, to flush the unwanteds from their shining city on a hill?
When you think of what the Feds have
cooked up in the last decade, you have to wonder how they may have boobytrapped
the city in your absence.
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