Provoking skepticism

I recently saw a film about chemtrails—according to Wikipedia, “[alleged to be] chemical or biological agents deliberately sprayed at high altitudes for a purpose undisclosed to the general public in clandestine programs directed by government officials.”

I went to the Pageant to see “What in the World Are They Spraying?” with a skeptical friend of mine who promised to keep an open mind and did, although the filmmaker, Michael J. Murphy, didn’t give him much help, at times causing him to writhe in his seat and emit anguished cries of “Oh, my god!” and “Give me a break!” with at least one “Poppycock!”

Apparently high levels of aluminum and barium have been detected in soils near Mount Shasta—and in a toddler’s hair, with all that that implies—and these are not good things to have in soil or children. Still, Murphy presented as much evidence that chemtrails put those metals there as that you did.

I don’t mind that Murphy adopted Michael Moore’s documentary style, starring him conducting apparently candid interviews with various people expected to know something useful and initiating surprise confrontations with politicians. One sequence had him asking various members of Congress what they thought about chemtrails. Most of them said they’d never heard of chemtrails, and since I heard about them only recently, I accept that response. When most brushed Murphy off, he mugged his outrage for the camera, and that I do mind, along with the ominous background music in case I wasn’t scared yet.

If a stranger approached me on the street even to tell me about a conspiracy to legislate us into narrower lives and fewer alternatives, although offhand I can’t think of a better way to explain our system of government, I’d probably brush him off, especially if I were as harried as the politicians Murphy tried to buttonhole seemed to be.

Murphy reminds me of a writer I once worked with who loved ALL CAPS and underlines and especially exclamation points!!! He couldn’t construct two complete sentences in a row, though, and he couldn’t reason as well as a black lab, so his enthusiasm didn’t amount to much, which seems often to be the case with lovers of ALL CAPS. The presenters said the film was the best one they’d found on the subject.

I don’t doubt the existence of a power elite or that such people will do anything at all to further their aims, including large-scale poisoning of the environment. Fortunately, Monsanto just happens to sell aluminum-resistant seeds, so no problem. For more information, go online to