The YouTube channel Cosmopolitan Cornbread is hosted by a mild-mannered woman who goes by the name of Constance. Her content focuses on homesteading, cooking and her religious faith. She’s not part of our regular must-see rotation, but every so often we’ll watch one of her videos.
A few days ago, she posted something completely different. She told the story of how she and her adult son, on November 18th, had witnessed a number of large drones circling over the mountains of northwest Arkansas for nearly three hours.
There was nothing hysterical or overwrought in Constance’s account, probably owing to the fact that she’s accustomed to seeing military aircraft. She and her husband met during basic training for the US Army. He made a career of it, serving in Army Aviation, including a 12-year stint at Bragg.
What she saw in the skies above her homestead that November night would seem to be the same phenomenon that appeared over New Jersey and, reportedly, a few other places. Reports of those sightings have been all over the news.
Apparently, they were here, too.
To watch the entire Cosmopolitan Cornbread video, click here. Her footage of the mysterious drones begins at the 9:30 mark.
Oh, and for the record, Constance and her family live about a hundred miles southwest of us. I haven’t seen any UAPs over The Mountain, though, and neither has Deb.
Now, what do I make of all this?
Obviously, I can only speculate. It’s terrestrial. It’s not a foreign actor. It’s domestic — either an anarchistic private actor or the federal government.
I’ll push all my chips to the middle of the table and say that it’s our own government — but not regular military, not as we tend to think of it. The force controlling the drones is deep within the Permanent State, invisible and unaccountable.
It’s all part of the run-up to January 20th. And if you’re keeping track, that’s still 42 days away.
I brought the Ranger to a stop on the trail to the summit, parking ten yards or so off the road. I reached for my walking stick, made sure that I had gloves and a water bottle, and struck out east, down The Mountain.
I’d given myself an hour. Pressing tasks these days threaten to make me forget where I am, and I needed to get back to the woods.
The purpose of my wandering this morning was to scout a potential route between the summit trail and the eastern slope. That’d be trickier than it sounds, because the path would have to be wide enough to allow the buggy to pass, and yet avoid rock outcrops and off-camber terrain that’d make navigating it more of a chore than a pleasure.
I found a way.
The distance to be covered is, give or take, 150 yards. I managed to plot (generally) a route that meanders half-again that far. (Meandering is good.) The clearing that’ll be required is minimal, mostly seedlings, saplings and vines — 80% brush cutter and loppers, 20% chainsaw.
I sat down on a mossy cedar log near where Deb and I want to place a fire ring, possibly even a campsite. From that perch I could see the reasons why we’ll go to the trouble.
See, as happy as we are with the spot we chose for our cabin, it offers views only to the west and southwest. The sun shining on me through the trees on the eastern shoulder of The Mountain this morning wouldn’t reach our driveway until an hour later.
We love our sunsets. Now we intend to clear a place to watch the sun rise.
I sat on that log a good while, taking in a sight I seldom see. Nearby, I spotted another wind-downed oak, a pretty good-sized one, and I dropped a pin so I can come back to it later with a chainsaw.
When I parked the Ranger back in the shed, I checked my watch — one hour, ten minutes. And every second was time well spent.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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