Paranoid

Yesterday, early in the afternoon I was out front. I noticed a cream colored prop airplane fly over the house, directly east to west. My cat noticed it too, we watched it fly over. "Cool", I thought. Then a couple of hours later I went out in the side yard and the cat was with me. We both watched as the same plane flew right over my house directly from north to south.
I started to think back on comments I may have made on FB.
Later lying in bed I was wondering if I should go hide all my nuclear devices, ebola, SAMs, and ICBMs, in the woods. Then I thought about all the other stuff and just gave up and went to sleep.
I wonder what camp they will put me in.
 
I guess it is a good thing that I don't live in Colorado.
 
J
 
 

I am expecting a delivery!
 
Thanks, I feel better.
 
J

mmorgan
It's Google mapping out your neighborhood for Street View. Be afraid, be very afraid.
 
They did mine a few years back. I was very upset until I got the operation.
 
 
Regards,

Yeah. I wont use Chrome because I use Google and it creeps me out to think they would have everything (they probably do anyway). Like, why do we bother with sign in and passwords when a Russian gang can steal billions of them with seeming ease?
 
Julien

I'm surprised you were actually able to see one of the "watchers" Julien!  Usually their cloaking devices work much better. 

Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not after you of course. 

Don't worry my friend. You are not bound for the camps. I've made sure of that. You'll be well cared for. We'll send someone to pick you up in a few days. Just pack enough for a weekend. That's all you'll need. Everything else will be provided. You'll be joining many others of like mind. They, like you, understand what lies ahead. No harm will come to you. You will finally be safe. Perhaps for the first time in your life. Safe. Free. At peace.











































We're going to Disneyworld!!

I am currently reading PKDs VALIS trilogy.
 
Hopefully you were not awash in a pink light as the plane flew overehead, if so you will have some very interesting times in the future.
 
JR

"So, Buckley, I'm happy to report that Operation Google Drone was a complete success. While we normally prefer to use black aircraft, the Hello Kitty plane worked very well."
"But sir, 20 minutes later, the plane crashed."
"We call that a 'Win-Win' scenario, Buckley. Try to keep up. The point is that the distraction was successful. As expected, the subject looked up, distracted by that pastel nightmare. With his mind otherwise occupied, he failed to notice when our operative on the ground, codename: Fluffy, injected him with the compound."
"Uh, sir, I don't think..."
"That's right, Buckley, you don't think. That's why you'll never be more than a right hand man. Where was I? Oh, yes! The subject should reach Phase 2 within the next couple of days. He won't have any idea what's growing inside him until it's too late."
"Sir, I think that..."
"Buckley! We've already established the fact that you don't think, remember? It's not your fault. Some of us were just born with a massive intellect. Instead of brains, you were born with the inherent ability to fetch coffee and marvel at the wisdom of your superiors. By the way, this month, you're trending a little below expectations in the flattery department. I'd like to see you live up to your potential."
"Thank you, sir. I'll try to do better, sir. But, I..."
"Well, you could start with a fresh mug of coffee, Buckley. This one has gone cold while I've basked in the success of the mission. I'm telling you, agent Fluffy has performed well for us before, but this operation was flawless. We can expect our feline operative to return to base once the subject has reached Phase 3. By that time, we'll have full control of the subject and he won't need a handler anymore. You know, Buckley, it's a brilliant plan. There's no possible way the subject will ever know what we've done to him. Get my coffee and I'll finish dictating my memoirs on the Twitty."
"Um, sir, that's Twitter. But sir, I believe the subject can read."
"What?"
"Take a look at the screen, sir. This conversation has just been posted in the CoffeeHouse."
"Buckley, Buckley, Buckley...No one in their right mind believes anything they read in there. That's why we use the FSF for our brainwashing process. Now then, where's my coffee?"

Actually, Bubba, I was thinking Beagle was behind the plot to corner the world's market of becan. 

I have to say that up until he opened his big mouth, double agent Buckley was doing a stand up job in Operation Google Drone Infiltration Operation.

He's probably just going to substitute the real becan with some artificial, mind-control stuff.