We’re being told (via mainstream media) that the FBI has taken more than 5,000 reports of “drone sightings” since these aerial phenomena began appearing a month ago. Personally, I believe that most can be chalked up to misidentifying rotor-wing aircraft and other conventional, explainable objects in the skies.
The rest we have to take seriously. There’s no doubt in my mind that the feds know what these craft are, where they come from and what their purpose is. And as I said last Tuesday, I’m convinced that they’re being controlled by The Permanent State itself.
Whatever’s going on, the feds aren’t saying.
In “Drones over Ozarkansas,” I shared the story of a YouTuber who observed multiple drones above her homestead. That was on November 18th, a hundred miles from The Mountain. Now, according to a report that aired on KY3 (Springfield, Missouri) two days ago, there have been more recent sightings, much closer to Home.
The KY3 story included snips of an interview with a woman who said that she saw “20 to 25” drones over her home in Gainesville, Missouri the night of December 11th. She posted publicly about the sighting to her Facebook page, and I’ve included a few screenshots here.
She didn’t present (to me) as a kook or some sort of conspiracy nut. In fact, she’s a professional woman, superintendent of a local school district, well-spoken and (apparently) rational.
Gainesville, by the way, population 745 and seat of Ozark County, is just 25 statute miles NNE of The Mountain, one hour’s drive away.
Speculation about what’s going on has spawned countless theories, of course, some more credible than others. Based on what I’ve read and heard, and in an attempt to make sense of this, I’m going to make three general assertions.
- These are unmanned aircraft, drones, deployed and controlled by the federal government.
- Their mission is reconnaissance and detection — that is, the drones are looking for something.
- The feds are keeping mum about the mission to avoid inducing panic.
A popular theory among the been-there-done-that crowd is that the drones are “sniffing” for nuclear material — not fissionable, but rather radioactive waste that could be used in a so-called “dirty bomb.” And judging by reported drone sightings, where are they sniffing?
Military installations. Industrial and warehouse districts. Sparsely populated rural areas.
Understanding what those locales have in common requires believing intelligence that’s not been widely publicized — that there are dozens of “sleeper cells,” Islamist in nature, throughout the US, which have been preparing to execute multiple attacks simultaneously. The terrorists’ strategy, it’s said, is to begin with a series of relatively small attacks, then increase tempo over days or weeks to hit larger targets with escalating damage and loss of life.
One particularly disturbing scenario has the wave of terror kicking off with dirty bombs detonated in small towns, at community festivals, and at rural schools. Later, high-value targets would be military bases and government buildings.
Connecting the dots, then, the drones are looking for a radioactive signature where the feds believe that material could be stored, transported or fashioned into a dirty bomb, along with potential targets of attacks.
It presumes that the bomb makers don’t have the ability to effectively shield a significant quantity of radioactive material from detection.
Now, do I believe all that?
Obviously, I have no direct knowledge of whatever intel the feds may be acting on. People a lot smarter than I am, with more experience and better connections, may dismiss what I’ve said here as ignorant bunk.
And I could very well be very wrong. These drones could be nothing more than a show, a shiny object, an orchestrated distraction to draw the public’s attention away from something more important — and more sinister.
You may consider what I’ve laid out to be one citizen’s armchair analysis.
As always, evaluating potential threats comes down to determining if they could affect my family and me directly. And I want to be clear that I don’t believe that the drones — these drones, at least — pose any danger to us whatsoever.
Further, in the event of a terrorist attack, it’s highly unlikely that we’d be present at the scene. Chances are that I’d be on The Mountain. Deb would be with me or, for about 50 hours out of every 168-hour week, at work or commuting.
We talked about this before she left for work today, and again after she got Home. Naturally, we’re on the same page –– we prepare not for the events themselves but for reactions to events. We mean to be ready for whatever’s downstream.
It’s believed that there are, indeed, sleeper cells in The Ozarks. People who have reason to know such things estimate that there are six in all, both in Missouri and in Arkansas. Knowing that, we’ll heighten our awareness of people, behavior and objects that don’t belong — on our land, in our community, and as we move about the area.
Beyond that, we may roll heavier than usual. We’ll keep up our store of supplies. We’ll have a plan to reunite if we’re separated. Perhaps most important, we’ll make sure that our comms are squared away — radios charged, tested and with us at all times.
There’s no need to scramble. This is who we are.
I pruned a dead tree today, a large red oak that’s been laying on the ground next to our road since tornadic winds brought it down 208 days ago. It was the first step in turning it into firewood for next winter, possibly the year after that.
With a full plate of other responsibilities, I knew that I wouldn’t be processing an entire tree at once. My goal today was to remove everything that was in the way, anything that I didn’t expect to buck, split, stack and season — mostly in the crown, the smallest branches, whatever had leaves on it.
The right tool for this job, which I gave myself an hour to do, was our DeWalt 20V pole saw. It allowed me to reach into the tangle and make multiple cuts without moving my feet, saving time and strain. I removed the cuttings and created a couple of small brushpiles, which eventually I’ll mine for coaling wood and kindling.
When I was done, what remained was the trunk, of course, and a number of substantial limbs. Nothing smaller than my wrist. I didn’t disturb any butressing limbs underneath, weight-bearing ones that keep this tree from rolling off the slope it’s on.
When I begin bucking, I’ll work from the top side for safety’s sake.
I’m pretty pleased with how I left this downed oak today. It’s ready for me to come back, whenever I have time or inclination, and nibble at it — first the limbs, then the trunk.
I truly love this kind of work.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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