TESTING ONE, TWO, THREE
"There isn’t anybody in the United States who isn’t a downwinder, * either. When we followed the clouds, we went all over the United States from east to west and covering a broad spectrum of Mexico and Canada. Where are you going to draw the line? Everyone is a downwinder. It circles the Earth, round and round, what comes around goes around."
― Langdon Harrison, cloud sampler
- Downwinder: an individual exposed to radioactive fallout, due to nuclear detonations, nuclear weapons testing or nuclear accidents.
“So, what do you do for work?”
“Well, Ned, I was a cloud sampler.”
The nescient neighbor smiled with jubilation. “A cloud sampler.” Ned ― nosier than Jimmy Durante ― pictured the man who’d just moved next door sucking off a white-bearded cartoon deity, floating above a road of gold in the sky. “That sounds wonderful!”
Rex lit a cancer stick, inhaling deeply. At this point, what’d it matter? He’d had a major organ removed, thanks to a bocce ball-sized tumor, and was weeks from suffering the most painful death he could envision, due to some sort of ‘noma. For this, he had the U.S. of A. to blame.
Rex exhaled, “Honestly, I’d rather rent my ass out as the hangar for the Spruce Goose.”
How the fuck does flying a plane into the insanely radioactive stem of a man-made mushroom cloud help anyone? Yet, that’s what the U.S. government forced its own pilots to do during atomic and thermonuclear trials.
And this was solely one instance of maniacal tests performed on unwitting American subjects ― by their own bureaucracy ― when it came to anthropogenic radioactivity.
What of homeless and retarded children fed radionuclide-laced oatmeal, just to see what it would do to their bodies?
How about more than 800 pregnant women, secretly coerced ― by their own doctors ― to drink a concoction containing radioactive iron?
And who can forget U.S. soldiers, ordered to fight mock battles at ground zero of nuclear tests, hours after detonation?
The above, and so much more, awaited contestants playing America: Reality or Illusion?, following the dawn of the Atomic Era.
Gordon Shattuck was being raped. He was just a young boy, and one of the attendants at the Walter E. Fernald State School in Waltham, Massachusetts, had locked him inside a restroom. There, windows were thrown open, and the nude child was doused with frigid water, in this winter climate. When Gordon finally acquiesced to the guard’s demands for sex, the probability of hypothermia ceased.
Amongst this backdrop of horror, the young boys of the aforementioned institution ― either homeless or retarded ― were continually abused. For the most insignificant infraction, youths were condemned to sleep upon metal box springs, minus mattresses. School floors were polished via “rope rubbing,” as children were forced to clean tiles — on hands and knees — with a weighty, carpeted log that was dangling from their necks.
Youths at Fernald were divided into categories: “idiots” ― those with an IQ less than 20; “imbeciles” ― boys possessing IQs below 50; and “morons” ― children with an intelligence quotient higher than the latter.
Enter the Science Club ― a chance for salvation, thanks to the United States government. As effective as wearing a condom ― on one’s foot ― don’t these hegemonies seem to ride in at the last minute to "save the day?"
Massachusetts Institute of Technology determined Fernald was the perfect environment at which to test the effects of radioactivity on humans. As reward for being naive guinea pigs, kids were provided trips to the beach ― on the East Coast? What a treat! ― the chance to attend baseball games, and Christmas parties with the same fuckers who irradiated them. Mickey Mouse watches, thanks to Walt Disney ― who knowingly worked with Nazi war criminals post-World War II ** *** ― were bequeathed the lucky children.
** Heinz Haber:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heinz_Haber
*** Our Friend the Atom:
Besides apple pie, the killing of brown people and lying politicians ― not to be redundant ― what could possibly be more American? Why oatmeal, of course! Thus, youths at Fernald were prepared a steady diet of this nutritional staple ― complete with the added ingredients of radioactive calcium and iron. All the kids had to do was lick their bowls clean.
“What is it?” Helen Hutchison asked.
“It’s a little cocktail. It’ll make you feel better,” the doctor she trusted responded.
Being pregnant, Helen replied, “Well, I don’t know if I ought to be drinking a cocktail.”
“Drink it all. Drink it on down,” the obstetrician ordered.
Helen complied with the physician’s demands. After all, he was the doctor, right? He knew what was best for her.
Little did the gullible woman realize the libation she’d been fed was brimming with radioactive iron. Helen wasn’t alone, as 829 pregnant females at Vanderbilt University Hospital, in Nashville, Tennessee, were provided the same “special sauce” during the 1940s. Who played bartender? The United States government, of course, doubling as the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, with financial backing via the Rockefeller Foundation.
Months following, Helen’s face swelled up like a sponge, water blisters marring her normally attractive appearance. She was in her early 20s when she lost her hair. A pair of miscarriages ensued, the latter of which forced her to endure 16 blood transfusions.
Barbara ― Helen’s daughter ― would develop a disorder of the immune system, as well as skin cancer.
Again, Helen and her progeny weren’t alone. Numerous women given the cocktail lost their hair and teeth, and contracted life-threatening maladies. Carolyn Craft ― who’s mother Emma was provided the damaging brew whilst pregnant ― endured numerous surgeries to remove an aggressive cancer that had overtaken her body. Black growths were extracted from her mouth, and Carolyn’s face became deformed. The child lost the ability to use her legs, and eventually died at 11 years old.
Take a look at John Smitherman’s left hand. Not now, of course, since John’s been dead 31 years at this point. But watch the movie Radio Bikini, in which John ― a U.S. soldier stationed in the Marshall Islands during nuclear tests ― is being interviewed. **** His left hand is swollen to the size of a catcher’s mitt, fingers the circumference of substantial bananas. If that wasn’t painful enough to gaze upon, how about gawking at both John’s legs ― or what was left of them ― as the camera angle widens, exposing stumps amputated at the knees.
**** Radio Bikini:
Roughly three months following the interview, John would be dead, his agony hopefully over.
Mr. Smitherman was one of thousands of United States soldiers assigned to the Marshall Islands, while his own government detonated the most deadly weapons to date around him. Ordnances so destructive, many of them were hundreds of times more lethal than atomic bombs dropped over Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Destruction so atrocious, radionuclides dispersed into the air, as a result, will be present, in some cases, millions of years. Fallout so egregious, those like John ― who were exposed to it ― ran serious risk of contracting the most severe cancers known to humans.
As far as protective clothing was concerned, what were John and his fellow soldiers provided? Loose shirts and shorts. Envision garb as impervious to fallout as a Beefy-T available in the discounted men’s section at Target.
Moreover — due to the moderate climate — soldiers typically went topless while lethal radioactive particles rained down on them.
What were John and his colleagues told about the dangers innate to radioactive fallout?
Obviously nothing, as they were going about assigned tasks ― outdoors, on decks of ships, in the ocean ― while cancer-causing elements were drenching them. Hours following a nuclear test, soldiers were ordered to board boats — inside blast zones — and take radiation readings.
What stopped military minions from touching the hulls of these insanely irradiated vessels?
Nothing. Certainly not their commanding officers, as this was all part of a demented trial to determine who would become sick and die, and who wouldn’t.
In fact, pigs, rats and sheep — used as test subjects — were placed in cages on these ships, to ascertain effects of nuclear blasts. Far be it for the men who positioned them there to understand they, themselves, were also guinea pigs of a maniacal regime; a bureaucracy they trusted and took an oath to protect.
As the Atomic Veteran’s Newsletter stated:
"We were the victims of radiation experiments too. They exposed over 200,000 of us in over 200 atomic and hydrogen bomb tests between 1945–1962. They deliberately bombed us with nuclear weapons and exposed us to deadly radioactivity to see how it would affect us and our equipment in nuclear warfare on land, on sea and in the air. They didn’t need our informed consent because we were under military discipline. They devalued our lives too! They made us sterile! They crippled and killed our children! They made widows of our wives! Then denied repeatedly and publicly that there was ever any danger!"
“What,” wondered government, military and scientific officials, “would happen to humans exposed to enormous amounts of radioactive fallout? How much could a person take? What were unsafe levels?”
The only way to answer these questions was to test nuclear weapons on living humans ― even if they were your own countrymen.
The hundreds of thousands of U.S. soldiers ― like John Smitherman ― secretly used as lab rats by their own government, also included servicemen termed cloud samplers. Such unfortunate souls were tasked with flying planes through the stems of radioactive mushroom clouds ― minutes following nuclear tests ― in order to take fallout readings.
Imagine being provided a lead, pullover suit ― weighing 60 pounds ― antiquated recording technology, even more primitive flying vehicles, and told to circle inside a glowing, red stem of fallout. That’s the situation Langdon Harrison, and numerous other pilots, found themselves in during the ‘50s and early ‘60s. Geiger counters soared ― needles in the red ― as these ignorant airmen were ordered to fly within columns of lethality, engulfed by death.
Harrison ― a victim of bladder cancer, as well as prostate ― asserts he wouldn’t have subjected himself to such a treacherous environment, had he been told the truth:
"The whole thing was fraught with peril and danger and they [the U.S. government] knew it was, and this I resent quite readily."
So sick were the military in their attempts to determine fallout effects, they forced pilots of these flights to run their hands alongside planes that had just landed, after buzzing inside mushroom clouds. Just as atrocious, airmen of these missions were ordered to swallow film packets, attached to strings, to determine if levels of radioactivity ingested by pilots were congruent with that externally endured.
During atomic tests, U.S. troops were initially positioned seven miles from ground zero. At this unsafe distance, effects on the men were recorded. Said gap was eventually reduced to four miles, as government wanted soldiers as close to blasts as possible, to precisely evaluate physical and psychological results. Eventually, servicemen were stationed less than a mile from detonations.
Shortly after trials of this nature, hundreds of thousands of these troops ― in aggregate ― were forced into the decimated region, where they participated in mock war games. We’re talkin’ an area so highly irradiated, it remains one of the last places on Earth anybody would want to be.
The U.S. government determined the public, as well as soldiers, were too fearful of atomic and thermonuclear weapons. As a result, popular opinion could eventually change to condemnation of the bombs. Since the military had a hard-on for building these nightmares, their solution was to march soldiers through ground zero ― knowing cancers caused as such might not surface for decades. Consequently, servicemen and the populace would be falsely satisfied there was nothing to fear from radioactivity, and nuclear trials could continue, unabated.
Even before guinea pig testing of this nature, the U.S. military determined:
"radiologic protection measures (the use of sensitive detection devices, gas masks, disposable clothing) commonly used at prior tests did more to frighten the participants than to reassure them."
In short, let’s not provide our own soldiers protective clothing, nor gear, even though we’re sending them into an environ deadlier than a wolf’s den, should they be bloody rabbits.
The Department of Defense denied countless soldiers compensation for cancers contracted due to experiments conducted on them. This was accomplished by simply refusing to pay United States veterans claiming to be suffering from diseases caused by nuclear weapons testing.
Jamie Weaver’s blindness at birth never had a chance to be remedied. Why?
Jamie’s mother Brenda asserts her daughter “has eyelashes and eyelids and tear ducts, but no eyes.”
Brenda and Jamie lived the majority of their lives in a region known as Death Mile. Best of luck finding a timeshare condo here, as this area rests downwind of the Hanford Engineer Works, in Hanford, Washington. It was at this facility plutonium used in nuclear weapons was created. Nearly everyone in this community is suffering from some form of cancer, or grim health ailment.
At 14 years old, Brenda, herself, had one of her ovaries extracted. One day, her brother’s eyes simply began bleeding profusely. It wasn’t uncommon for sheep on Brenda’s family farm to be born minus legs, or essential body parts.
Eda Schultz Charlton wasn’t really sick, but the government decided it was necessary to inject her with 4.9 micrograms of plutonium. This dose equates to 66 times what the average individual endures per year.
Eda was a hypochondriac. The fact she wasn’t mortally ill was kept secret from her family for decades. Such was typical when it came to human guinea pigs given plutonium or uranium, during the U.S.’s dash to determine the lethality of their newfound elements of destruction. At the time of her injection, Eda wasn’t asked for consent, and solely discovered she’d been an experiment decades after.
This was the case with Elmer Allen, whose left leg was pierced with plutonium — by duplicitous doctors — and amputated three days later, when he'd "mysteriously" contracted an oddly aggressive form of bone cancer.
One moment Mary Jeanne Connell was being escorted through an animal research lab, the next she awoke strapped to a gurney. Around her worked numerous physicians ― one who was having difficulty opening a clear ampule filled with orange fluid. The other doctors appeared scared of what was in the vial. Moments later, Mary comprehended why. Out of frustration, the physician cracked the tiny container against a table, and a sample of fluid spilled to the floor. Whatever was in the bulb now burnt a hole through the tile. In horror, Mary watched as the remainder of the solution was injected into her veins.
The helpless woman exclaimed the sensation was like “laying on hot coals.” The substance introduced into Mary’s system was enriched uranium ― 584 micrograms of it. Double the dose scientists believed would result in kidney damage.
Connell ― who suffered a myriad of maladies subsequent ― asserted, post-injection, electronics at her work would often fail when she was in their proximity. “I feel hurt and humiliated,” asserts Mary, who was never asked for consent regarding the experiment. “The doctors were probably saying to themselves, ‘Well, she isn’t much good for anything. If she dies, so what?’”
Many of these individuals ― alleged to be suffering from terminal maladies ― were misdiagnosed as a scapegoat. Should doctors be questioned why they were pumping patients full of lethal radioisotopes, they could blame their actions on "admirable" attempts to cure life-threatening illnesses.
Good morning, Sunshine! Operation Sunshine, that is. Sounds pleasant, doesn’t it? In reality, it was a slasher flick complete with desecration of corpses. Even when it comes to body snatching, the United States refuses to be outdone. Think Australia had a monopoly on destruction of the deceased? Think again.
Operation Sunshine was responsible for collection and decimation of some 9,000 human bones and almost 600 fetuses. Similar surreptitious schemes, in total, made use of over 15,000 dead Americans for their purpose. What were sick scientists — engaging in this project — seeking? The amount of damage they’d inflicted upon the human population with the nukes they’d been detonating.
Cover stories were created by these demented doctors, and families were rarely, if ever, informed their dead loved ones were being hacked up. Thus, the U.S. government was successful in keeping their grave robbing a secret from the populace.
In his quest to purloin more cadavers, William Libby ― an Atomic Energy Commission administrator ― stated:
"If anybody knows how to do a good job of body snatching, they will really be serving their country."
So cold were scientists comprising Operation Sunshine, they often mused about how many nuclear devices it would take to annihilate Homo sapiens completely.
Thanks to the governments of humanity, we’re all guinea pigs in regard to atomic and nuclear testing. Each one of us has fallout in our bodies from the thousands of weapons trials conducted. Our species is being forced to live with nuclear power plants that continuously leak into the environment.
Nuclear waste ― for which humans have no long-term storage solution ― is ubiquitous. Just watch the movie Uranium — Is It a Country?, during which the narrator drives alongside a toxic waste truck on the highway, and his Geiger counter screams out of control. *****
***** Uranium — Is It a Country?:
What are we to make of perhaps 2,000,000 American civilians experimented on using radium-tipped rods, after complaining of disorders as mundane as earaches? We're talking a “treatment” so detrimental, it could potentially cause cancer in a prodigious portion of those unwittingly provided this “remedy.”
Cherie Anderson ― who endured such drastic procedures ― contracted polio by eight years of age. At 22, she had a pair of tumors extracted from her breasts. Her red blood cells are nowhere near normal, and she currently has nodules on her thyroid. By the age of 41, all but a few of her teeth had disappeared.
Realize the United States government has ― without your consent ― detonated 204 more atomic and nuclear weapons than it informed the public of. In addition, the same hegemony flooded a creek in Oak Ridge, Tennessee, with almost three-quarters of a million pounds of mercury. On top of this, the U.S. purposely deluged pastures in Idaho with radioactive iodine. Cows were corralled into these meadows, where they grazed upon the “hot” grain. These animals were then milked, and civilians unknowingly drank this product.
Between 1961 and 1963, cesium and strontium radioisotopes were fed to 102 subjects at the University of Chicago, as a test. Radioactive fish was given individuals at the Hanford Engineer Works. At Los Alamos, New Mexico, 57 employees ate tiny globules possessing uranium-235 and manganese-54.
Apart from starting thermonuclear war, you couldn’t covertly irradiate humanity more than the above examples elucidate, without being caught. So when do we, as a species, cry out, “Enough is enough!” and eradicate our belief in this non-existent entity known as government before it eradicates us?
Sources:
Books:
Fradkin, Philip L. (2004). Fallout: An American Nuclear Tragedy. Johnson Books. ISBN: 1555663311
Welsome, Eileen. (1999). The Plutonium Files: America’s Secret Medical Experiments in the Cold War. Delta. ISBN: 0385319541
OVERWHELMED
"We humans are overwhelmed because we are so tiny and the Earth is so big and the celestial systems so vast. It is very hard for us to think effectively and realistically about what we feel […] we have learned about [this] Universe.
At any rate, we are now at a point where we have to begin to think realistically about how and why we are here with this extraordinary capability of the mind. Our remaining here on Earth isn't a matter of the cosmic validity of any Earthian economic systems, political systems, religious systems, or other mystics-organization systems. […]
We have reached a threshold moment where the individual human beings are in what I consider to be a 'final examination' as to whether they, individually, as a cosmic invention, are to graduate successfully into their mature cosmic functioning or, failing, are to be classified as 'imperfects' and 'discontinued items' on this planet and anywhere else in [this] Universe."
— R. Buckminster Fuller
Remember when you were seven years old, and the playground bully swore he could run faster than anyone else because he was wearing an expensive pair of shoes? Aren't you glad you grew up?
"My house cost $10,000,000. That makes me more prosperous than someone who hitchhikes and lives out of a sleeping bag."
"I've a $200,000 car. Thus, I'm superlative to a person who's 40, and driving the same Corolla they did in high school."
"I make [or rather, accumulate] $800,000 a year, so I'm more capable than a cashier at a grocery store."
As weak as an anorexic 30 days into a hunger strike. Most people in this fucked-up paradigm possess the same puerile demeanor they did when they were wearing footy pajamas and waiting for the crossing guard. Rather than value their own attributes, the majority of people covet material possessions, fallaciously believing these items prove their proficiency over others.
Physically we're all grown up; spiritually we haven't progressed one iota.
You're sitting in a brainwashing factory — known as school — and the teacher pulls a map of the U.S. down from the ceiling. Before you are 50 states, clearly defined. Oddly enough, a few months later, when you fly above the U.S. and gaze down on the planet, these same divisions in the land don't magically appear.
Hence, you don't know where Arkansas ends and Missouri begins.
That's because neither Arkansas nor Missouri exist. No state does. Neither do countries, counties nor cities. They're figments of our imaginations. That said, we've lied to ourselves so long, we actually think these fictitious territories are real. Thus, we're certain that which isn't, is. Anyone who does believe in bogus boundaries on Earth is obviously insane. That's a whole lotta' crazy folk, ain't it?
Have you honestly concluded this planet — being a living entity — recognizes these borders placed upon it? If such is so, how come the lines on that map in the classroom don't appear on the Earth when you fly over it?
Even after all the abuse by those we claim to be our leaders, we still accept the United States is a democracy?! Knowing the word democracy is defined as a government by the people, shouldn't the only leaders we have be ourselves? After all, we are the people, aren't we? If we do have leaders besides ourselves — which is the case in our paradigm — we no longer have a democracy, do we?
Still wish to pretend you're autonomous? Then how come Barack Obama can "legally" spy on you, but you can't do the same to him? Why can he enter your house whenever he pleases, but try to make it across the White House lawn — to his chill crib — and you'll be blown away like lint. When was the last time you ordered a drone strike on your neighbor?
You might think this system works — as you ponder it from your opulent house — but ask yourself if the more than one billion people starving to death on Earth see things the same. How about over 50% of humans who survive on $2.50 a day or less? * You may refer to this as thinning of the herd, natural selection or Social Darwinism, but you're a fuckin' idiot if you do.
- Berkowitz, Matt; Joseph, Peter; McLeish, Ben. (2014). The Zeitgeist Movement Defined: Realizing a New Train of Thought. CreateSpace. ISBN: 1495303195
How does being able to collect more useless fabric — known as cash — than somebody else, make you more fit to survive than those who don't entertain such insane activity? If anything, individuals refusing to engage in a monetary system are much more adept at understanding what this Universe is about. Again, see how far your suitcase of hundred dollar bills gets you on the nearest inhabited planet outside of Earth.
You've begun to look around, and you realize something isn't right.
It isn't just a scrap here and a tidbit there; the entire system is rotten to the core, and has been since inception. If the house is built on quicksand, using termite-infested lumber, you don't repair; you scrap, and begin again.
Welcome to Current Events 101. It isn't time for an overhaul; it's time to gut, and rebuild, perpetually keeping in mind how screwed-up our present situation is. Consider the fact we're existing every second moments from nuclear annihilation!
We can do better.
The only way we can do worse is if the missiles had already been launched.
The above posts were meticulously hand-spun in the hopes the mighty masses may awaken. Our species is not only asleep, it's in a coma. Well, the alarm clock is shrieking, and the adrenaline-filled syringe is about to pierce flesh.
The preceding blog was written by Hugh Mungus. Feel free to contact the author directly here on Steemit, or via his personal E-mail address: longlivenuno@aol.com