*The Weather Liars*
By Diane Harvey

It has been an astonishing transformation, of the utmost significance.
But we never, ever, hear or read about it in the news. Over the last few
years, the skies over the American southwest have changed beyond
recognition. The famous dazzling blue sky of yesteryear has become, as
often as not, sickly pale ugly sludge. This is as shocking a difference
as if the surrounding landscape had slowly turned black, while the human
inhabitants remained bizarrely oblivious.

There are still clear days, but these are numerically becoming the
exception. And this has happened nearly without public comment, in a
part of the world where sunny bright blue skies most of the year have
been the rule for centuries. But the slow sure rip in the elemental
fabric of our lives has not gone entirely unsung. Our so-called weather
reports have been carefully rewritten, as ever more strained variations
on the theme of Partly Cloudy. Day after day, we are treated to absurd
contortions along the lines of partly cloudy, mostly cloudy, mostly
sunny, partly sunny, and
probably-mostly-partly-sort-of-sunny-and-cloudy. And how is it that the
meteorologists can confidently predict this same once highly unlikely
forecast for weeks ahead of time? The answer is obvious: because these
particular partly cloudy clouds are not clouds at all.

As I write this, normal air traffic is coming and going as always,
leaving no distinguishing characteristics in its wake, as usual. But in
addition, closely laid out bands of fake contrails are slithering
inexorably up from the south. Easily seen with good binoculars, several
large unmarked planes methodically plow back and forth, depositing
greasy white streams of toxic chemicals across the face of the morning.
Giant X,s appear here and there, oozing fatly outward in slow motion.
Before my eyes, each of these trails swells and expands, until they
begin to merge in the sky-wide stew of chemtrail brew. Another fresh
beautiful day has been successfully murdered: suffocated under the
clandestine chemical shroud.

The forecast calls for mostly sunny skies, but no information is
forthcoming as to the factual nature of the secret swill that makes it
nearly always only mostly sunny. And as usual lately, the weather
forecast is already miraculously perfectly predicted for the next couple
of weeks. We are forewarned and know exactly what to expect in the days
to come. Here is the typical grimly ironic twaddle promising extensive
spraying ahead: "mostly sunny, mostly clear, mostly sunny, mostly clear,
mostly sunny, mostly clear, mostly sunny, partly cloudy, partly cloudy,
partly cloudy, mostly sunny, partly cloudy and- wait for it- partly
cloudy. Such is the ever-repeating litany of sky-lies masquerading as
the local weather report.

Meteorologists and weather forecasters have always enjoyed the absolute
confidence of the public. We would never have imagined that such
respected authorities would offer preposterous fabrications to the
public on a daily basis. Who could ever have thought that those we
innocently entrust with accurately reporting our weather would become
hardened liars as a matter of routine? Such a betrayal of our belief was
practically inconceivable. Of course, many people had a hard time
believing that a large number of priests were routinely abusing children
and lying about it too. Many people have trouble with imagining all
sorts of horrendous activities that turn out to be going on all around
us all the time. Our credulity, intellectual inertia and blind faith in
authorities have allowed the rise of a culture of professionally
networked liars on all fronts. The profound failings of an intrinsically
unethical civilization have generated innumerable painful awakenings,
and we,re not done yet.

Meteorologists consider themselves members in good standing of the
secular priesthood of science. Their obedient mouth organs, the media,s
weather forecasters, also do not seem to lack self-esteem. Yet none of
these self-regarding professionals see any problem in refusing to
mention the most visible anomalous activity in our skies. If the seas
turned bright red, we might suppose that oceanographers would notice,
and immediately report the astounding fact to the public. But no
professionally trained eye ever mentions the alarming and frequent
spectacle of aerosol operations going on in our atmosphere. Are the
so-called priests of science so terrified of truth that they manage to
subconsciously blind themselves to the blatantly obvious?

Such a widespread perceptual failure on the part of the paid, impossible
at it seems, has at least to be briefly considered. Because a
fascinating study some years ago from the University of Southern
California concluded that most individuals would indeed refuse to so
much as entertain a fact, no matter how self-evidently true that fact
was, if believing it would directly affect their income. And from rude
experience we may extrapolate to include among the deniers of reality:
all those whose self-image and belief system is fanatically welded to
the prevailing social fabric of cheap tricks, fake standards, and
prevailing prevarications.

The only other possibility for the increasing predilection for fantasy
forecasting is that the so-called professionals know perfectly well what
is happening in our atmosphere, and are deliberately peddling stupendous
lies. There are only two equally deplorable possibilities here. However
unlikely it seems, perhaps the paid professionals and amateur weather
aficionados are actually a group mysteriously composed only of those
people unaccountably devoid of normal perceptual faculties. Maybe they
really do manage to believe their own blithering blathercasts, although
this seems preposterous on the face of it, even for them. The other, far
more rational assumption is that they all know exactly what they are
doing and tell these terrible untruths consciously and by design. Either
way, the ritual abuse of public trust in honest weather reporting is now
absolute.

Compulsive weather liars only have a couple of ways to try to maintain
their specious nonsense. The favored ploy is to categorically refuse to
address the issue of shockingly obvious atmospheric operations at all.
The very people who pride themselves on being scientists, pledged to
examine evidence impartially on behalf of the human race- will never,
under any circumstances whatsoever, go anywhere near the tell-tale
evidence. Neither will any other of the weather professionals in our
society. This should not surprise us unduly however, since upholding a
lie as big as all outdoors must be quite a draining occupation.
Maintaining industrial-strength levels of hypocrisy throughout the
length and breadth of once-respectable professions might very well be
causing serious wear and tear. Many of the less aggressive types would
naturally prefer not talk about it at all, under the humiliating
circumstances.

Although liars come in many colors, a basic yellow streak always shows
through. The average garden-variety weather reporter or meteorologist
uses the affable brick wall technique, applying a cement-like paste of
stultifying faux-scientific stupidity to all rational inquiry. Many
other weather liars avoid dealing with actively concerned members of the
breathing public by sneering automatically and maniacally at any
incoming questions. The vicious sort of weather liar believes that the
force of sheer personality ugliness ought to impress concerned citizens
in lieu of reasoning. But this type, given to hysterical and disfiguring
antics in order to avoid discussing anything even resembling reality,
needn,t expect to generate real confusion. Informed people simply
observe the moral self-mutilation of weather authorities with pity and
amazement. Some of the more determined citizens even wait patiently for
the froth of sputtering spittle to dry, and then once again politely
offer to discuss the facts of atmospheric life. But dancing with
frightened, well-schooled and determined liars is a sophisticated sport,
not for everyone, and most of us will never wish for practice to make us
perfect. Those who sweat it out slinging lies for a living know this
about us, and therefore will never stop lying. Lying is by far the
easiest way out of dealing with uncomfortable facts for those whose
conscience is as yet but a feeble thing, easily disposed of. The
unprincipled therefore readily become practiced liars, as a substitute
for the more arduous path of becoming practicing humans.

We live in a culture where power precariously supports itself by relying
on a tissue of denial and lies, so closely interwoven that the
intellectually lazy never even see it. Just as most people still don,t
even notice that the sky above has gone from a heavenly blue to a hell
of anemic whitish-gray. One has to wonder what magnitude of extreme
alteration in the natural environment the average consumer will require,
in order to perceive any change in the surroundings at all. And within
the network of hypocrisy, those who do honestly admit to themselves what
is going on carefully examine on which side their bread is buttered-
before bravely declining all comment. When it comes to so-called
authorities, the relationship between abject cowardice, absence of all
ethics, and perpetual lying is a very straight line connecting three
shabby dots.

In any healthy and wholesome society, the habitual liar is rightly
looked on as an embarrassment to humanity. While constant lying has
never been criminalized per se, since being pathetic is its own
punishment, lies that adversely affect other people,s lives are another
story. History books are replete with gruesome examples of groups of
social liars, their inevitable exposure, and the scathing commentary of
subsequent generations. It is true that history excels in revealing past
injustice in great and satisfying detail. Yet eventual unmasking of the
forgers of sky lies is cold comfort for those whose well being is
adversely affected in the present. Neither can the appearance of
revealing truth at a later time do any good whatsoever to parents
helplessly watching their children suffer in the here and now.

The great glaring fact about the weather is that our atmosphere is being
chemically reconditioned right before our eyes, in broad daylight, and
each and every one of our weather forecasters is resolutely lying about
it. Of course, despite wholesale obfuscation, we are still perfectly
free to look outside and investigate what is going on over our heads for
ourselves. So should we really mind then that weather reports have
become purpose-built acts of science fiction? Why should we care that
professional weather forecasters have defaulted on their public duty? We
can see the reality for ourselves, in this case as in so many others. In
this business of lying whenever their lips are moving, the weather
mongers have merely caught up to politicians, military spokespersons,
major media sewer outlets, and other full-time enthusiastic cheerleaders
for infinite secrecy, world-class lies, and the demise of our Republic.

The truth is that we should all care very much about the truth. It is a
primary responsibility to care about being lied to, by any kind of
authority, no matter who is doing it or why. We should mind a great deal
whenever anyone with any degree of responsibility for the welfare of the
public, and the welfare of our Republic, consistently, remorselessly and
interminably lies to us. We should certainly never blandly accept the
ongoing dark comedy act called a weather report these days, as if it is
simply another new form of misapplied creativity. It is not. Lying about
what is happening to and in our atmosphere is an unprecedented assault
on the entire body politic, and a violent violation of the public trust
that must not go unchallenged.

Throughout human history, calling anyone a liar has always been a
serious indictment. Civilized human beings have never employed this
brutal epithet causally. Lying is, and has always been considered, such
a vile act that the average person was careful not to accuse anyone of
it without just cause. Logically, there must be many people in different
groups and professions involved in trying to confuse the populace about
what is really happening to our atmosphere. Ongoing propaganda has been
carefully constructed for maximum impact on several fronts. Moreover,
disguising the abysmal fact of continuing toxic aerosol operations in
our skies is only one of many grotesque deceptions underway. But let us
never forget the uniquely disgraceful role meteorologists and weather
reporters play in all this, as the middlemen and midwives of deliberate
fundamental confusion. Our ridiculous weather cartoons are delivered to
us in cold blood, precisely in order to mislead as many of us as
possible. And lying to the public about something as crucial to our
existence as what we are all breathing constitutes a pathological misuse
of power. These wretched examples of authority have willingly traded all
vestiges of honor for the sake of regular paychecks. They live for now
by means of lying through their teeth to the very people who have
trusted them absolutely. But then perhaps they have not yet understood
that the sure and certain result of their betrayal will be their undying
shame.