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Chapter 11 Chapter 11: Gurgle Didactics signals for Operation WIPE
Chips in gorilla disguise, takes manual control of violently bucking aircraft. Amelia realizes PFers had blown the escape slide in attempt to jam the horizontal stabilizer of Justice 2 and kill her. She watches little brother and Dirtball save her life with some ‘magic pilot shit’ and decides to reveal all (?) on the Jack Stogwell show. A crippled plane diverts; rudder and pitch trim only puts St. Louis on the nose at 80 miles. On the ground a barrier slows the jet to a dead stop. Eagle 2 leaves for Andrews with Amelia, Eagle 5 leaves for Phoenix with Chips. Roland and Hamish clipper in a message via several BDD11s. They have deeply penetrated the Obomba wash rooms of the Chicago Council on Global Affairs to find Gurgle Didactics (G-D) C4 is preparing the next Operation WIPE to switch all 300+HUBZone airborne assets into attack mode coordinated through Serco contract tower network used on 9/11. Hero rats case out K Street sex club in Washington D.C. where happy hour offers victims [Amelia?] a private vip room for intimate encounters of 3rd and 5th kind. Rats find Sidley lesbians archive K Street video productions to extort top executives and politicians. Booz Allen Hamilton in bogus TOPOFF training exercises; CNN, Cable News Network runs Wag the Dog news through 9/11 while WTC#7 collapses; Lufthansa strips out the Thales QRS 11 missile gyroscopes – a fact which reminded Chips to write down notes for Stogwell radio show on the 10+ facilities of Al Qaeda Flight Box: JUSTICE call sign from ICAO, Montreal; HUBZone encryption bypasses POTUS; Sat Com via Iridium/Thuraya base Abu Dhabi; Hi-Jack/SWAT simulation; Track 100+ simultaneous targets; Boeing Uninterruptible Auto-pilot for decoy-and-drone maneuvers; GPS ground moving target indicators through RADARSAT; QRS11 Tri-axial GyroChips; SMACSONIC incendiaries; Molten-metal plasma bomb triggered by blue arc pulse from satellite, and NATO-CENTCOM alignment through G-D C4 battle cab in imminent coup d’état. Chips decides to recce Phoenix-Mesa airport dressed as a Gila warrior to see what the Songbird and Budwieser heiress plan with the Obombas. He gets a snorkel from a rappelling Pararescueman called Natalya to hide inside the airport water tower where just before the Stogwell Show a blue-arcing morning discharge lights up the interior like a Christmas tree. …………………………………………………………… “Does a male pig have porky balls?” came the sardonic reply of Fish who was not from Sardonica. Not responding to Fish’s comment, Chips pushed the “doors” button on the lower display and, just as he thought, door R1 appeared to have suffered an explosive discharge of the evacuation slide which resulted in the deployment of the raft/slide into the air stream along the right side of the fuselage. “Fish, please go aft to the over wing exit and check to see if the raft/slide is still attached. Please look at the number two nacelle and also if the raft is not still attached please go further aft and use a mirror to inspect the right side of the horizontal stabilizer. I am preparing to take control of this jet back from the Justice perverts and need to know as much as possible before I cancel Justice.” “I picked a bad week to stop sniffing bicycle seats” commented the clearly concerned Fish and he grabbed a Grolsch and headed back to inspect. He met Dirtball and Amelia and the trio of “hostages of Justice” carefully inspected Door R1, the #2 nacelle, and, using the mirror from the aft right blue room, the horizontal slab on the right side of the aircraft. As Dirtball and Fish spoke pilot-talk, Amelia began to figure out that her friends at Justice had just tried to silence her. Had it not been for the “pilot swap” induced by the As the recently updated trio went forward to brief Chip’s Bob Sturgill [ BS ] asked if anyone was aware of the status of the aircraft. “Up yours” was the look on Amelia’s face as Dirtball gave him a middle digit. “Chips, it appears that the entire slide is draped over the leading edge of the right wing and that none of it appears to have entered nacelle #2. Further, for the time being it appears that none of the slide has migrated back to the horizontal slab.” Dirtball’s visual observations were a relief to Chips as he motioned for Dirtball to take the left seat. He also asked Amelia and Fish to strap into the jump seats as they would be doing a little experimental flying very soon. B. Sturgill asked what he should do and Chip’s response was a terse “you tell me Mister ‘I wanna be the FAA administrator’, do you still feel qualified to make aviation decisions for the sovereign United States?” In his mind Chips was hoping that BS would remain standing so that when the experimental flying began BS would understand, first hand, how any Muslim terrorists could have been dispatched on 9-11 using only the flight controls of the jets; or more correctly in this case, the lack of flight controls. “Dirtball, I plan to disconnect the IDGs [Integrated Drive Generators] and inhibit the deployment of the RAT and at that point we will have this Airbus in “direct law” and out of the control of DOJ. My plan is to divert to St Louis as the folks there that cooperated on Noble BVR will be able to identify the method of remotely deploying the escape slide. Those folks are the same ones who helped with Rudy Toot’s St. Louis adventure [http://gatewaypundit.blogspot.com/2007/12/rudy-giuliani-hospitalized-in-st-louis.html ] and they are the same folks that will inspect any MD-80 that may drop in June or July, 2008 after the ‘arkancide’ effort against any presumptive front runner who gets in the way of Madam Arkancide, savvy?” “Sounds good, let’s slow up to ‘green dot’ and let ‘er buck” came the confident affirmation from Dirtball as he popped another GWB. As Chips disconnected IDGs One and Two simultaneously, after disabling the RAT, the jet made a small correction in pitch and became eerily silent. “Justice 2, status please” came the request from the TCAS. “Piss on ‘em” was Chip’s response to Dirtball. As Chips guided the A319 using rudder and pitch trim only, he put St. Louis on the nose at 80 miles and did some quick math. “Dirtball, when 10 minutes out let’s shutdown both engines to prevent “JPATS” from introducing any yaw problems, your thoughts on that?” “Assuming we are at 10,000 feet or higher, I concur” came the response from Dirtball as he thought back to flying TA4Js at NAS Chase Field, Beeville, Texas. Things were a lot simpler back in Beeville in 1975. However, time moves on, and the PFers must be rendered nutless once again. Now that the Global Guardians were afflicted by the scourge of the Whetherwomen, the nutless index had been exponentially elevated. Reaching 10 minute to go point, Chips looked at Dirtball one last time before turning off the engine masters, pressing both fire buttons and discharging both agents one. As the engines didn’t immediately go cold he reached up and turned off all six fuel pumps. Guiding the quiet Airbus with modest rudder inputs and deliberately slow trimming of the slab, he asked Fish to go back and check the status of the escape slide now that the Airbus was on green dot speed and in the final minutes of gliding safely to St Louis. As Fish went back to check, Amelia seemed to be gaining resolve in switching sides as it was painfully obvious who had put the Airbus in jeopardy and who the target of the Arkancide had to be. Sturgill was a nobody, Dirtball was a dirtball, Chips was ‘dead’ and Fish was thought to be a victim of 9/11. The target had to be Amelia and the purpose had to be to protect the Octopus from the exposure of the SBA (a) and HUBZone truth of 9/11. It was becoming clear to Amelia that the only person who could be helping the Octopus in its thwarted attempt to silence her was whoever had the cyber keys to the encrypted controls of JPATS; and that was supposed to be her or BM. Inasmuch as it was not her doing, she knew exactly whose it was “Chips, the slide is still in the same spot and at this indicated airspeed it seems to be secure. As you slow from green dot, it may come loose but for now we are golden” reported Fish with a sense of relief. The relief spread to Amelia and BS also, however both Dirtball and Chips knew that with no reverse thrust and limited braking, green dot airspeed to touch down was an option that may result in departing the rollout end of the runway. “Amelia, please Clipper Stone and have him call ‘sky bird saint louis’ and tell them a silent Airbus is touching down on ‘26-long in 2 minutes, code 5 aboard’”. As Amelia made the Clipper, Stone did an immediate relay and within 60 seconds a green light was seen coming from the STL control tower as the A319 passed 2000 feet with 3 miles to go. Chips and Dirtball looked at each other one last time before the airspeed was bled below green dot and the two pilots rolled the dice on the escape slide. If it broke free and jammed the slab, the Octopus would have the victory. Fish and Amelia looked on as Dirtball worked the rudders and Chips slowly rolled the horizontal trim back, slowing the Airbus further and making the slide become a more significant ‘unknown quantity’. Slowly trimming the Airbus to under 150 knots, Chips thought to himself “this is why passengers appreciate pilots more than they appreciate CEOs or attorneys, pardon the redundancy”. Thinking of redundancy, he thought about the profits made by UAL and AA insiders prior to 9/11 and the huge balloons given to CEOs at UAL, DL, NWA and USAir during bankruptcies spawned by the Global Guardian orchestrated attack on America. At least the old Delta CEO Gerald Grinstein, had the morality to refuse a huge payday [http://www.usatoday.com/money/industries/travel/2007-03-20-delta-pay-usat_N.htm ] As the slowing and silent Airbus over flew the overrun, Dirtball noticed the Crash Fire Rescue assets deployed on both sides at the rollout end. Dirtball’s feet ruddered the Airbus to within inches of the centerline as Chips rolled in the final trim input prior to a firm touchdown on runway 26-long. Chips rapidly rolled in full nose up trim hoping what little aerodynamic braking may be accomplished would lessen the rollout distance. Eating up the runway, it appeared the Airbus might overshoot the hard surface, however, as the jet passed the 2000 foot remaining board at approximately 50 knots, Chips and Dirtball saw the barrier extended right across the centerline and realized the Father must have ensured the Son’s call had come in time to halt the Holy Ghost. As the nose strut engaged the barrier, the jet slowed dramatically from 50 knots down to a dead stop. The Fire Chief gave a visual signal to hold the brakes as chocks were inserted and a tug and tow-bar came towards the nose of the aircraft. Chips noticed the tug was marked “Eagle 2” and he looked over to the McDonnell Douglas hardstand and saw an F15D and a Sabreliner being readied. “Dirtball, she’s all yours, I have to go for a little Sabreliner ride”, declared Chips, leaving the cockpit to join Amelia in the rear while the tug pulled the Airbus clear of the runway and a set of portable steps allowed brother and sister to exit “Justice 2” and climb into the unmarked car with a flashing yellow light and Eagle 2 license plates. “Thanks for the lift Eagle, who’s hauling Amelia?” asked Chips of the two men in the front seat. “Eagle 2 is leaving for Andrews in 5 minutes; Eagle 5 is leaving for Phoenix immediately thereafter” came the staid reply from the two short haircuts in the front seat. While Eagle 2 taxied towards runway 08L, Chips was dropped at the front door of the Sabreliner which had both engines idling. After he and his carryon crawled into the T39A the door was closed and with brakes released, the ‘boom-boom’ of the F15’s afterburners shook the Sabreliner as the front end crew waived the ‘wake turbulence’ and cobbed the power allowing the tiny jet to begin its takeoff roll for Phoenix. “Chips secure, go ahead”. “Amelia, open, estimating ADW in 45 minutes, going silent now but will be on with you and Stogwell in the morning. Let’s discuss Operation WIPE and the Mark 10 AQFB; Amelia, over and out”. “Chips copy all, out”. Chips put his Clipper back and noticed Stone and Dancer had acknowledged; things were working like a well-oiled machine. Chips smiled as he reached into his duffle for a Grolsch wide-body in hopes of becoming a well-oiled Marine. As he prepared to Clipper Stone and Hamish, the steward aboard Eagle 5 handed him a slip of paper with ETA PHX 2130 local; CHD, LUF, or PHX. Dialing his Clipper with his right hand, he pointed to CHD with his left index finger, temporarily letting his Grolsch wide body rest on the leather seat beside him. When the steward withdrew to the cockpit, he promptly finished his first Grolsch as Stone and Hamish answered their Clipper ‘priority’ calls. “Stone, HoDos Bismarck” “Hamish, HoDos Bismarck” “Chips here, good news. But first Stone, great job on the relay. Amelia is in Eagle 2 midway to Andrews and I am in Eagle 5 heading to Williams/Chandler now. Dancer if you are listening please hit ack-ack.” As two green blinks indicated Dancer was listening, Chips continued, “Snowman good for 2400 as briefed. Snowman goes to Amelia for 2 hours then at 0200 Amelia and I will share it again. The good news is that Amelia has dropped her “Take Me Home, Country Roads” condition on the interview and is now willing to join us on the Jack Stogwell Show. Her change of heart came in lieu of a change of shorts when the PFers blew the escape slide in an attempt to jam the horizontal stabilizer of Justice 2. Dirtball and I did some ‘magic pilot shit’ and regained control of Justice 2; so much for the Boeing Uninterruptible Autopilot being irreversible. We dropped the French sky-pig at McDonnell Douglas so they could rethink the Arkancide presumptive front runner hit of June/July 2008. However, as a courtesy to our man in St Louis let’s not spend much time on why we diverted there. If the USIS burdened DOJ is not completely blind, they should be able to figure it for themselves.” Chips took a break for a long pull on the Grolsch wide body, letting Hamish clipper in, “What do you need me to do in final preparation for the Stogwell gig?” “Glad you asked Hamish, we need to identify 5 of the corporate sponsors of the BDD11 but not all of them. Further, we need to make a compelling case that the Mark 10 AQFB is the latest and greatest. To that end please prepare a short comment on 9 real components and one bogus component. We can let the Global PFers head down that rabbit trail while we bring the Mark 12 into play, real-time. Fish will be coordinating with Thuraya in Dubai regarding the items eleven and twelve in the Mark 12. It seems that a loyal patriot in Ft. Worth doesn’t appreciate the C4 style at GD and some red-neck in Marietta, Georgia does not agree with the leadership of Lockheed. Further, our Intel gathering in the Obomba washrooms in Chicago has resulted in a deep vein from which to mine the Weatherwomen in the windy city as well as keep tabs on Judge Weedoph. “Negative from Stone” “Is Amelia prepared to tell all?” “That’s a game time decision Hamish, my gut instinct is she will spill enough to make them nervous and therefore further delay Operation WIPE. However, we will know more when the sun comes up at Willy. One last item for you Hamish, see if Lady Clydesdale has a pilot license and if so, what has she flown in the last 180 days. Lindy in OK City can provide the documents electronically. Chips out”. “Hamish out”. As the Clipper deal went silent the steward reappeared from the forward end of the T39A with a box lunch for Chips. Thanking the steward for the kindness, Chips smiled as he thought, “if this was a major airline they’d charge me $5 for the box of food” and perhaps that $5 would be spent on the CEO’s golden-parachute for his deft footwork in Bankruptcy Court with anything left over going to Al Bore’s ‘carbon footprint tax’. As Chips was eating the contents of the box and washing it down with a Grolsch wide-body, a younger pilot from the front end came back and introduced himself and asked if Chips had any requests on arrival at Williams Gateway where they were expecting to arrive with about 15 minutes extra fuel. After thinking for a moment or two, Chips wrote down a UHF frequency and asked the pilot to contact ‘Desert Pete’ when 10 minutes out from Willy and get a scope number and frequency for the midnight shift at SWADS for the current evening. He also asked the pilot to pay attention to the water tower at Willy and see if it had a split white or solid white beacon alternating with the green. After the pilot returned to the cockpit, Chips polished off the Grolsch and wrote down some notes for the radio show with Jack Stogwell:
AQFB – Al Qaeda Flight Box – 11 early warning signals of Operation WIPE attack 1) DOJ identifier and JUSTICE call sign agility-ICAO, Montreal
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Chips scribbled, “Maurice Strong – $1M bribe – United Nations / World Bank – Saddam Hussein agent in Lansdowne/Ottawa” next to a note to remind himself of new Intel emanating from the Obomba wash rooms in Chicago where intermittent hot flushes picked up by the SNIPHer teams, suggest that Sidley lesbians or Boeing BEAGLES are using the K Street Sex Club above Suite 450 in Amelia’s Washington office at 1301 K Street to entrap victims and visitors into a sabotage and murder-for-hire network to whack the enemies of the genocidal Chairman Moe (‘Strong’) and his Global Guardians. As the T39 began its penetration at Willy, Chips hurriedly wrote down McNamara-F111-GD next to Gates-New Tanker-Boeing to remind him of the pattern of war fighting capability being subjugated to the survival of certain key weapons providers. If the sovereignty of the United States was to last beyond the election of 2008, the Tanker award would need to be wrested back from EADS/Airbus in favor of Boeing, the US of A, and the global commoners. Otherwise, an Airbus tanker could be a literal choke point for any future large scale operation using USAF assets. Regardless of mission, every USAF flying vehicle needs fuel, so control the tanker and you control the war fighting capacity or lack thereof. Chips was well aware that the leadership of the USAF had failed miserably on 9/11 and he knew that the Global Guardians would need one last failure during Operation WIPE to put the US into the “one world government”; the same fate that the USA sidestepped on 9/11 when Abel Danger UC imputed a 41 minute delay into Captain Jason Dahl’s Flight 93. Slithering the T39 up to the old base operations building at the former Williams AFB, Chips saw the “blink-blink” of the red rotating beacon of a Bell Jet Ranger idling nearby. As he and his duffel jumped in the left seat of the chopper, he directed the pilot to fly a beeline to the hospital and asked him to turn his position lights on bright and flash and to illuminate both starboard and port searchlights. The pilot nodded and pointed at a Dave Clark headset with boom-mic as he pulled up on the collective and increased power to the whirlybird. Transitioning from hover to forward flight, Chips could see the alternating red and white beacon atop the hospital. As they approached the helipad atop the hospital Chips asked him to go ‘lights out’, transponder off, radio silent and return to the water tower at Williams gateway. Approaching the water tower in semi-darkness, Chips pointed at the top of the tower where a platform sat at the top end of a cat-walk allowing the pilot to hover with his left skid on the platform while Chips and his duffle egressed. Once the pilot saw Chips prone and holding on tight, he hovered away from the tower and traded altitude for airspeed as he resumed a dark and quiet path back to the hospital. Chips looked at his Wal-Mart watch and was pleased that it was only 2208 and he was already in position for Operation Wet Spot, Snowman and the Jack Stogwell radio show. He opened his duffle and got out his Frogman Henry suit and his Gila Warrior costume in case his presence was detected by the ‘other team’. He filled a weather balloon with helium and attached one end of a 50 foot antenna wire to the bottom of the balloon and the other end to a porcelain grounding link and then to the north east corner of the platform. Satisfied with supplies and timing, Chips clippered Hamish, Stone and Amelia knowing that Dancer had now ‘faded out’ due to the midnight Snowman and Amelia’s control. “Hamish, HoDos Bismarck, in the clear” “Stone, same two, secure” “Nice work guys, the helo did its thing and at 2208 I had the antenna hung, the costumes laid out and I am seated atop the platform on the water tower choking down a Grolsch and reviewing the guidelines for the interview with Stogwell. Hamish, have you touched base with Moab, Utah since I left St. Louis and the manually reverted French pig?” “Absolutely Chips and Jack was so excited by Amelia’s change of heart, he decided to muzzle Paul the attorney and give us an open mike for 2 hours at KKKT radio tomorrow. He also has sought a link-up to CNN and Canada Free Press to put this out live to both countries. Jack thought CNN would rather put us on than have the major networks scoop the story of a lifetime. Stone also has some news for you regarding Operation Wet Spot, over to you Stone”. “Dad, my buddies from the SAR unit in San Diego are enroute with a Pararescueman who is not a man, if you pick up what I’m laying down”. “I know where your head’s at and this PJ, is he a he or is she a she?” “Natalya is 150% all female, and while she is a PJ by day, she is a 24 year old bombshell by night and I thought it best if you had a life guard in your watery outpost while you conduct Operation Wet Spot to determine if the PFers have a reliable recovery option of the drone and decoy operation set for Operation WIPE. Capeche?” “Nice work Stone, remind me to increase your share of the inheritance. I hope Natalya doesn’t like Grolsch, I only have a twelve pack left” opined the 58 year old future snorkel operator atop the water tower. In the distance a low hum increased in volume as a blacked out RH53 descended on an easterly track that appeared to end at Chips’ present position. As the ’53 hovered 30 feet above the platform, a duffel was deployed on at 25 foot lanyard, which Chips recovered and unhitched. Once the duffel was secure, a rappelling rope draped itself alongside the platform and the business end of a 24 year old PJ descended expeditiously and silently to join Chips for a dark night’s journey unto dawn. Reaching the platform, she flashed a green pointer at the rigger in the door and the rope was withdrawn as the helo departed. In the relative silence after the ’53 left Chips offered his hand to the 24 year old PJ; she shook his hand with the strength of Daisy Mae Clampett forcing Chips to mentally review the ‘hickory nut crunch’ which Jethro had taught his sister. Chips was pleasantly surprised as a blue nomex flight suit was removed and an aloha print bikini was all that stood between him and his target. Reading his mind, she pulled out a 12 inch BMT on whole wheat and offered him half, also asking “Need a Grolsch to wash down your dinner?” as she seated herself on a folding chair harvested from her duffel. Chips was thinking of some item he’d like to place in her duffel as he responded “not necessary Natalya, I have a Grolsch of my own”. After the two cheered each other and clinked GWB bottles, Natalya took out a red flashlight and a briefing guide to bring Chips up to date while she inhaled the 6 inches of whole wheat which gave Chips another good idea. “Desert Pete says to monitor 241.0 and 122.85 between midnight and two and we should have our answers” suggested the suggestive 24 year old PJ. Chips could tell she was getting cold as the circuit breaker popping became evident from the top half of the two piece swim suit. “Wanna snuggle and warm up?” quipped Chips. “Wanna go diving, Chips?” responded Natalya. With Chips preparing an answer in the affirmative, she handed him a snorkel and a small cage with a live rat in it. Chips recognized Roland from the Wall Street project in 2001. Roland pushed a note out of his cage which Chips unscrolled and read “glove puppets and agent-rats deployed in Chicago at Obomba washrooms and at K St. NW at the Sex Store; Intel coming in indicates Operative WIPE is delayed by Auto-land of droned “Angel”, code named ‘Janet’. After duly considering this update, Chips passed a one inch square of aged Muenster to Roland. As Roland attacked the cheese with a vengeance a female rat joined him in the chow-down of the aged Muenster. Sensing that both Roland and he might need energy later to please their partners, Chips placed a two inch square of mild cheddar and a handful of Purina Rat Pellets on the feed tray, as he eyed Natalya’s mid-section. He was having random thoughts as the Clipper squirt gun deal went off with a call from Dancer to “all stations, flash priority”. “Chips in the clear, go ahead Dancer”. “Chips copy Fish and Hamish, from Mossad and BD11 #4, we have conforming reports of a power outage at SWADS; Diana R. of Desert Pete declares ‘bullseye’, search east, low, medium.” After Natalya and Chips put down their beers and picked up their NVGs, a second call came clippering in “Hamish in the clear, Stone reports SWADS contact faded, it’s rodeo time folks, look east”. With Natalya training the NVG equipped video cam on azimuth 090, Chips noticed that the operation had been pushed up, but did not know why, nor did he care. “Hamish, Chips in the clear, have JS turn on the video feed at KKKT and standby for news” while he glanced at his Clipper CCRI and noticed Amelia, Dancer, Fish and Homi were now ‘live’. The first indication was an IR contact 090/19 miles, low. As Natalya trained her ‘spyglass 3’ at 090 she could see a pair of targets, with frontal features similar to DC9 or MD80 series jets. She turned up the volume of her UHF and VHF scanners and noticed that at 10 miles out, a ‘split’ call came simultaneous to a 180 degree turn of the second platform. Now with all 7 sensors tracking the blacked out vehicle flying in to land at Willy, Chips and Natalya hit the record and remote buttons on their mini-consoles. They were getting good data on all sensors when, at 88 feet above the ground, the nose of the platform rotated to approximately 22 degrees and the power came up as the vehicle initiated a go-around. Chips noticed the flashing red lights at the approach end and wondered why the visual signal would be transmitted to a drone. He had his answer when a female voice was picked up on the UHF scanner saying “Clydesdale 2, autoland failure.” He was thinking of sending out an “all call message” when the unoccupied bottom of the bikini was draped over his head. Rising quickly to the occasion, he noted he had seven hours until ‘showtime’ so he emptied a tin of smoked oysters, had 2 extend-o-peters and joined Natalya in the 40 man raft recently inflated inside the water tower. When she handed him her top and a snorkel, he said he’d rather stay in the raft; she asked if he could breathe through his ears. The night before the Sister Cain interview was very pleasant for our man Chips and his personal PJ, until the blue arcing of an early-morning electric discharge lit up the interior of the Phoenix-Gateway water tower like a Christmas tree…
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