The �international bankers and intellectual elite�, as David Rockefeller describes himself and his pals, are opening up the playbook and the gloves are coming off. Their stooges have been given the green light to begin showing us what the various, and nefarious, �War on [whatever]� are all about. We see now the War on Poverty is really a war on the poor, and not the institution of poverty itself. In like fashion, the War on Drugs has long been known to be a war on the government�s competitors in the drug business. Heck, if we can get the government to declare a War on Usury, it would solve all our problems!

But the situation in New Orleans demonstrates just how bold these cads have gotten. Let us take the worst-case scenario. You can ignore the weird science and even side with �they-wouldn�t-do-that-to-their-own-people� believers when the going gets rough, but there�s enough on the table to convince anyone not panting in anticipation of the rapture that something is oh-so-rotten inside the Beltway and on Wall Street. And this is certainly no time to be bamboozled by the artifice of the political parties or even the talking heads that might as well be wearing big signs that say �LIBERAL� or �CONSERVATIVE�. It�s all a cheap side show that recalls P. T. Barnum�s observation regarding the intelligence of the average American.

Now then � we begin with a problem and follow the way a denizen of the �intellectual elite or international bankers� crowds would go about solving it in the most efficient � well, make that profitable � way. The problem is all those poor people and drug users in New Orleans who make the place too seedy to bring in the Disneyland and Vegas ships of fools. So if you can figure a way to off a few thousand of them and body search the rest as they politely file out, then have an unfortunate series of fires at places that keep deeds, could condemn whole sections of the city and sell them off to your rich buddies for pennies on the dollar. Then get the US taxpayer to finance some snappy new levees and presto! Problem solved!

Time for a call to the black operations team to get them on it. Way up in Alaska, the government has built, for research purposes only, of course, two massive arrays of antennae that are just what the amazing Bernard Eastlund calculated would be needed to modify weather, among other dandy things. One can understand the basics of how it works without an advanced degree in something or another, and it goes like this: one of the many spheres floating around out there somewhere is called the ionosphere. Since ions are charged electrons, they have electromagnetic properties. Now, we don�t often fall to our knees and genuflect to our very good friend the ionosphere, but we should � at least every once in a while � because without its shield against solar radiation, there could be no life on Earth. Not even �intellectual elite or international bankers�!

Anyway, Bernie figured that if you could bombard a particular spot on the ionosphere with electromagnetic energy, it would cause it to form a bubble that would create a low pressure zone directly below it on the surface of the earth. The stronger the beam, the lower the pressure and the larger the coverage. Recall, then, that virtually all weather systems are an interaction between zones of higher and lower pressures and, well, you�ve put the whole thing together. So they wait till hurricane season, of course, for the alibi, pick a spot like Bermuda, then call Alaska and tell them to focus their research, heh heh, at the point of the ionosphere right above that heinous zone. I mean, as a final limited hang out, as the spooks call it, they can blame the whole thing on the Bermuda Triangle. Once the pressure drops low enough, the thing starts to suck up massive amounts of moisture, and the incoming winds that accompany it begin to spin the seeded clouds like a pinwheel in the breeze. All that�s left is to move the beam along a track and you can steer that sucker like a remote controlled airplane into a tall building!

Since these guys plan way ahead, they make sure the levees don�t get updated as they inexorably sink into a basin that is supported by the rapidly eroding wetland area which surrounds it. Then they head to the bunkers and rub their little elite hands in anticipation of all that misery. But just in case the levees don�t break, you�ve got a team of divers armed with sophisticated underwater explosives to make sure it happens where it will do the most damage to the � sniff, sniff � underprivileged �hoods. Now all that�s left is to throw Feeble FEMA up as a roadblock, in and out of the city, and the recipe is complete.

Of course you have a patsy set up for the first line of excuses, (�Brownie� was a loser who lied on his resume), you spread the blame to the victims, and then fall back on a plea of incompetence and declare that disaster relief must be privatized so that Halliburton can incorporate HEMA.

All that�s left is to �manage� the crisis. You let a few reporters wake up from their long naps and, even if it gets out of hand, little Georgie has about used up his usefulness, anyway. That will just make Dick head of USA INC and off we go to Syria to protect our helpless little pals in Zionistan.

Then as soon as that gets out of hand, let�s cook up a cracking excellent quake with ground zero at Haight and Ashbury! Think of all the dead fags!