Note from the Editor:
If I’d been in a better mood, and networked more, would I have had to evacuate like I kept having to over all these years? Doubtful; no matter where I went, who I talked to, what I talked about, or how hard I worked, it always ended up the very same way. Why should this time be any different?
It was a last-ditch drive to New Orleans for me. I wondered how I’d ever get there. I suppose the Universe, as the New Agers say, was yanking me right along, keeping me where I was supposed to be, no matter how bumpy the road.
Doc’s advice to check this place out had been utter shit; the whole city stank so badly it felt like someone was punching the inside of my nose. It was so polluted and overrun with negative energy, I don’t know how anyone lives there. They must be desperate or evil, somehow acclimated to or even feeding on it.
There were only two hotties I remember, including one in all-black, with matching RJH-like hair, and perfect pointy witch-hat. Picture the hottest swimsuit model you’ve ever seen… dressed up like a storybook witch, her perfect hourglass figure still being shown off, c-cup tits hugged firmly by her tight top. She was amazing, and, like all those other places that would have totally sucked if not for a babe being present, she made it all bearable –though I would never return.
I crack a lot of jokes about people in the Deep South, and those who pretended to have magical powers, because of people and places like this. I have zero respect for New Orleans now, having seen what a filthy hellhole they’ve let it become. They, being lazy trashy scum, blame bullshit like the weather; like hurricane Katrina, but the reality is that storm probably cleaned it up a lot, making it better than it was before, forcing a lot of its bottom-feeders out.
Is there any truth to the legend about Armstrong Park, or the other places this shit-hole is known for? I don’t know. I’ll never find out… unless that very same hottie witch I saw… is the only one to invite me back. She’ll have to come help me with Inisfree first –and still use her magic to block out that horrendous “Nahlins” smell.
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- Vimana: a flying palace or chariot described in Hindu texts and Sanskrit epics (and it is no coincidence that they resemble Repulsines; repulsine-assisted ‘flying saucers’ and related air/Spacecraft), thought to have used a mercury-based plasma to aid in flight via its effects on gravity or the magnetosphere, as well as air friction and inertia, among other things
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Electro-gravitics: how electrical currents and fields can be applied to various devices and ships to counter natural gravity
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Poking Fun at Fake News:
I could continue posting links to fake-news examples in every one of these MKM issues, but for the next several issues I’ll just go over some fake-news concepts and points. Can you think of a time in the history you were taught… when opposing sides weren’t lying to each other about something? Fake news has been going on as long as there have been people like there are today.
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