Weird events in Wendover, Utah
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by Don Nash, Unknown News
January 13, 2008
First off, I need to explain Wendover. Wendover is the beating heart
of the Great Basin Desert. My Coyote Guide told me that
Wendover is the heart of the universe, so I'm not about to dispute
Coyote Guide.
Wendover is a quaint little berg located 120 miles west of the
Mormons' Salt Lake City and 120 miles east of Elko, Nevada. Elko,
Nevada is famous for gold mines and well, gold mines. Elko does
have this high fallutin' poetry festival and that about says it all.
Wendover sits directly on the Utah/Nevada border. We Wendoverans like
to call it the Gaza Strip, Utah/Nevada. That's because Wendover is
occupied territory. We'll get to that occupied thingy momentarily.
Wendover is literally surrounded by salt flats and military zones.
United States military zones. The Jets 4 Jesus Corps, aka the U.S. Air
Force, has several "sanctioned off" zones for bombing this and laser
targeting that. The U.S. Army has Dugway, Utah, where the
military develops chemo/bio-weaponry that would give the Terminator
the creeping gaunch. There are vast tracks of
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"Off limits to you
ordinary types and we mean you! Trespass at your own peril! Use of
deadly force AUTHORIZED WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE!" and stuff like that. You can catch my drift if only by the verbal picture drawn. If
you think I'm kidding about any of the signery, take a trip down I-80,
and when you get to Utah Exit 62 or Exit 49, see how far you can
drive up the road. Be sure and read the signs along the way. Trust me
on this, you'll want to pay close attention to the signs. Or take a
drive down US 93A south out of Wendover, but read the signs and pay
attention.
The military's no-man's zone is properly called "Utah Test and Training
Range: No Public Access!" The U.S. military is NOT bullshitting about
that "no public access" crap-o-la. The military's will kill you dead
and not even report your now demised ass to anyone.
Wendover is surrounded and having stated the obvious, it's time to
bring up the Wendover Airport. Historically, the Wendover Airport
(airbase) is where the Army trained to rain nuclear death all over
Japan to end WWII the really big one. Nowadays the airport is used by the
casinos that own the Nevada side of Wendover, and the Jets for Jesus
Corps. Okay, is everyone following this? If not, that's okay, it's
Wendover and no one follows much of this here and that's just a fact
of the daily grind.
Wendover Gaza Strip, Utah/Nevada is about as isolated as it gets.
Hence it is literally butt freaking Egypt or BFE, and the "occupied"
part comes back into the descriptive right about here.
In the Wendover Weekly Reader, the banner headline for the week ending January 17, 2008 reads, and I'm
quoting here, "A-10 Tank Killers Train at Wendover Airport." Wendover Weekly Reader even has pictures of the "tank killers" and everything.
Wow-oh-wow-whee! Funny thing, though, the Weekly Reader
forgot to mention or show pictures of the B-52's, the F-16's, the nondescript secretive looking aircraft that one couldn't really get a
good look at, or the nightside landings at the airport with the
airport blacked out, and forgot to mention the
C-130 gunships that were in and out of the airport's space.
The Wendover Weekly Reader did make a slight reference to "tank
killers... and working with Special Forces for real world engagement
and close air support." Now the plot thickens.
Military training and Wendover are nowhere near uncommon. Happens all
the time. However, it's not so common to have "Special Forces for
real world engagement" playing war games in the neighborhood.
The high point for Wendover and my neighborhood came on Thursday, January
10, 2008, at about 7:00 PM, and that's Mountain Standard Time and NOT
Pacific Standard Time for those on the Nevada side of Gaza. We're out
watering the doggies and watching the air show being put on by the
Jets 4 Jesus Corps. Quite the impressive show, I must say. The sky
is filled with war birds. Big ones and little teeny zippy ones and
noisy ones and really high up there can't make out what the hell they
might be ones and eerily silent ones making landings at the Wendover
Airport with the lights out. Nifty trick if one is "skilled" enough
to be able to pull that maneuver off or, equipped with that high-tech
"night vision" crap.
You see, we live up on the Leppy Hills above the "proper" part of
Wendover, Utah side, and at the mouth of an old abandoned gravel pit.
There's a lady in Wendover, Nevada side, that calls it the 'low rent
district' of Wendover. That's okay, though, she's an asshole and
wouldn't know the luxury afforded to us that live on the hill from
living out in the flats of Wendover Nevada side with the scorpions.
Rattlesnakes too, but I'm not about to tell her that. She can
discover the little critters for herself if she hasn't already. Like
I stated, she's an asshole and that will suffice for now. Sorry, I
digress -- and now it's back to stories about 'weird ass shit stranger
than fiction'!
Where was I? Oh yeah, the Leppy Hills' views of grandeur, and the
Jets 4 Jesus Corps. Living where we live, we've a grand view of the
desert and the airport fun stuff. You know like air shows and landings
in the dark and oh yes, those Special Forces clowns.
You see, those Special Forces types are using my neighborhood for
urban warfare training. Yeah, that's pretty darn funny. What they're doing is goddamned spooky. So we'll just
start to refer to these clowns as spooks. Sort of fitting in an odd
twist of thermal-dynamic nightside twistery.
So as mentioned, we're out watering the doggies and three car loads
of spooks pull up at the mouth of the gravel pit. Two Subaru
Outbacks and one Jeep Cherokee. Brand new models and sporting all
manners of antennae and windows blackened. Ordinarily, windows are
just tinted but not for the spooks. As we're watching this little
parade, the spooks bail out of their sporty urban warfare
vehicles and head out in the gravel pit on a dead run. Spooky-boys
are searching for something. The spooks are wearing headlamps and
carrying flashlights the manner of which I've never seen before.
So as about half of the spooky squad are running around the gravel
pit, the other half are sitting in the urban warfare vehicles
playing techy with a rather impressive array of computer shit-to-ding. I mean, the insides of these cars are lit up in that computer
blue-soft lighting and you can see the screens, and there's a lot of
screens. One of the spooks has this radio, at least I think that's what it
is, and another spooky is talking into it.
Now the absolutely spookiest part of the whole creepy episode is that
spookies one through six are packing side arms. They're packing a
whole array of gizmos, thingies, and side arms. Running around the
gravel pit in some kind of search pattern. That's what the
professionals call what the spooks are doing, and I learned that a
bit later on and we're coming to that part.
So spooks one through six head back to their urban warfare
vehicles and as spook number two is about to reenter his COMMAND
vehicle, I ask spooky-homey if'n it's all right to ask what the
hell is going on. That's exactly what I asked spooky-homey, "Is it
all right to ask what the hell is going on?"
Spooky-homey responds,
"It's alright to ask." He won't answer my question but he
admits that it's alright to ask. Thanks there, super spooky-homey,
thanks a bunch. By the by, you creeping clown, this is my neighborhood
and not your neighborhood, and there's families that live here and
children that play in the gravel pit that you're running your spooky
search patterns around in. Asshole!
So that was on Thursday night. I've had about enough of
the Jets 4 Jesus Corps and air shows and spooks, and so we're out
watering the doggies again about the same time on Friday night, and there in the back of the neighborhood sitting in the
dirt between the big-assed Chevron sign that adorns the south side of
our hill and the neighborhood is parked a darkened SUV. Sitting
silent and blackened. The SUV is far enough away and it's dark enough
to not be able to see if it's arrayed with the high-spooky antennae
arrays that are evidently popular with those urban warfare
vehicles types and the asshole spookies that man those urban warfare
assault craft.
I gave them one hour. An hour later I went outside with my dog and
blackened out SUV is still parked out in the dirt in back of our
neighborhood. Well, suffice it to say, enough of the creeping spooky
crap is enough. I called 911. Gave the nice 911 dispatcher guy a
description of the sitting in the dirt blackened out SUV and a brief
recount of Thursday night's episodic freak show.
Well, not more than a
couple of minutes later, the county sheriffs show up at my door and
want to know first off, "Where's the stranger with the sidearm?"
County sheriffs will get just a snudge agitated following up on calls
where there's been any sort of reporting about spookies and sidearms.
I had to assure the deputy that the sidearms episode was Thursday
night and not Friday night and I was just reporting the SUV in the
dirt outback.
The deputies had me show them where the vehicle was at and of course,
now the damn thing's gone. Figures, doesn't it? Anyway, I tell the
good constables what the haps has been about the sitting in darkened
silence SUV. Then I recount for the good constables about Thursday
night's bizarre adventures. With some particular emphasis on the
spooks and their sidearms, the deputies bring me up to speed on
urban warfare training and their concerns about such training
protocols.
Okay, so the scoop as explained to me is that the freaking spooks are training in populated urban
areas and using civilians and civilian traffic as targets. The
spookies are laser washing selected trucks, cars, civilians, and
then they're calling in air strikes. On United States citizensI Holy
freaking mother of god and Mary in the very early morning! The
goddamned United States military is using us as their freaking
subjects in their twisted and barbaric war gaming.
Needless to say,
I'm now extremely pissed off. I've been laser washed and targeted
for death by my country's freaking goddamned military. Oh yes,
pissed off is putting it all mildly. The spookies are not just
assholes, they are goddamned dangerous to me, you, our children, and
the very future of these United States of laser washed America.
This isn't funny and it isn't training. This is fascism at the
very heart and core of what the Bush regime has done for us and to
us. Yeah, pissed off is mild in the very least!
A summation: This isn't cute and it isn't funny and it isn't
American. What the hell happens when one of the sidearmed spookies
gets a little off-kilter with Joe Average Citizen and pulls that
spooky sidearm? What the hell happens when one of those heavily armed
F-16s coming in for that laser washed mock attack actually plants
a Daisy-cutter in someone's backyard? Who takes the responsibility
for that mess? George Bush? Donald Rumsfeld? Dick 'Shotgun' Cheney?
Halliburton? Yeah, when pigs sprout wings and take to flying mock
training drills over Babylon-on-the-Potomac. What happens when shit
starts falling off one of those heavily armed F-16's or A-10 Warthogs
or those C-130 gunships? You know, shit like bombs or fuel tanks or
wings or the goddamned pilots themselves. Was that what the six
spookies were doing in the gravel pit? Looking for something that
fell off one of those Jets 4 Jesus Corps wonder birds. Or
something like say, a laser washing targeting devise that somehow or
some other how got fucking lost in the commotion of their drill.
Yeah, pissed off doesn't begin to express just how raped I feel at
the present in my own gravel pit of a neighborhood in the low rent
district of Wendover Gaza Strip, Utah/Nevada. Fucking spookies and
fucking Jets 4 Jesus Corps and fucking George Bush and his bullshit
war regime. I want my goddamned America back and free from the
corrupt fascism that vexes us all at present. Yup, I am pissed off!
F.Y.I., what I refer to as the Wendover Weekly Reader is actually The Wendover Times and
they have a web address: www.wendovertimes.com. Give it a read some time. That will take you all of about two or three whole minutes. Yup, I am pissed off indeed.
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Okay, so the scoop as explained to me is that the freaking spooks are training in populated urban
areas and using civilians and civilian traffic as targets.
The
spookies are laser washing selected trucks, cars, civilians, and
then they're calling in air strikes.
On United States citizens!
Holy
freaking mother of god and Mary in the very early morning!
The
goddamned United States military is using us as their freaking
subjects in their twisted and barbaric war gaming.
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