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Glenn: What’s something like this doing out in the middle of nowhere in Oklahoma? What the heck am I even looking at? This isn’t just Protocols of the Elders of the Kennedy Clan, it’s UFO-level, mind-control-radiation X-files
The BH just traveled three hundred miles to park for an hour here and do God only knows what. (I’m putting the detective work details on God because, yes, I was good and waited till hours after the BH left before I parked here too.)
I’ve played Helicopter Sims so I know all about flying ‘copters. Tomorrow, I’ll take your credit card to Hertz rent-a-helicopter and hire a black one, so I can flop onto their roof and demand to see their Mothership.
I wish you left your house occasionally, Glenneus Maximus, so you could come out here and tell me what the frack this fracking place is. –Flyss
P.S. Yes, I’m creeped out.
So I’ve given up on Glenn coming here and just taking more pictures of that giant dish with the armed guards. It’s always totally silent on the hilltop where I park here except for my repetitious heartbeat, and also an owl. Only just now it’s stopped being so quiet.
I’m getting out to take pictures of them coming for me. — Flyss
So, as I mentioned, across the street from the ventilation cones there’s another installation that’s at least as interesting. This second one is an ordinary building, in most senses of the word. It has a parking lot filled with vehicles and an obvious checkpoint at the entrance. It has ordinary-looking people who go to work at it during the day. However, it’s clearly at least somewhat related to its dark neighbor because the guards who work at the one place cross the street and work at the other.
And, also, it has giant dishes. Really giant, like thirty feet tall. The following image was taken while filling up at a gas station a good ways off. Note the burnt area:
Here’s another view that shows the military-style vehicle between dish 1 and 2:
(Click on the image to see a very large and detailed photo.)
But the best part of all is the name of the company that runs these things. It explains a whole lot, and suggests enough in the way of entirely new conspiracy theories to keep Glenn in happy conniptions for a year.
The name of the company will be revealed in my next post. In the mean time, enjoy the bonus photos below. — Flyss
Here’s a better view of dish 3, with a glimpse of dish 2 and the military-style vehicle again.
And here’s a closeup view of the third dish:
So, there’s a company that runs an installation with gigantic radio dishes and that also guards a set of ventilation cones that might very well aerate the entrance to an entire underground world. But what company is it?
There’s no sign out on the lawn. There’s no name on the dishes. In fact, there’s no name anywhere in sight. But, as it happens, Strattera used to work security on similar looking communication dishes used by the military in Iraq. A quick call to one of her buddies gave us the name of the outfit that operated that equipment: Geo Eye. We passed on the name to Stephen, who used his forensic accounting mojo and found that the small company that pays city taxes on the property is owned by company that’s owned by a company that’s owned by Geo Eye.
Here’s their logo. You may have seen it:
According to Wikipedia, Geo Eye is “the world’s largest space imaging company.” If our Immortals own that, I’m thoroughly creeped out.
But it gets worse. Just next door, there’s this funeral and mortuary home.
How convenient if one were ever to need to dispose of bodies for some reason!
And just past the mortuary there’s this branch of an innocent little company that’s only trying to rule the world (and that gets its Google Earth images from Geo Eye):
I’ll admit, this has me nervous. If the Immortals have infiltrated Google, what chance do any of us have? — Flyss