I’ve chatted again with a bunch of business folks from the South Eastern part of America and a few minutes with some fat blob from Yahoo! Messenger, who later came by as one of the administrator to that first chatting session, which began around 5:09pm (PDT). I stayed until 7:34pm, popping back in three times (as `be right back` and/or `away`) because I had to do laundry, clean the parakeets and house.
I didn’t learn much except save the links as favorite for later viewing and patronizing. The talk was about news of a sink hold in Guatemala, coughing spells from reptoids, exercises for shoulders, zappers, orgone, local artists, musicians and other nonsense. One member got pissed because he couldn’t follow our cryptic messages to each other. One asked if I was psychic. I replied in the negative, which is true because they are all spooks.
The administrator has connections to the military, schools and such. Another administrator was a former student of his. The rest are tag teams from his schools, no doubt and another spooks from the `outside of the sandbox` claiming that newbies are so excited to learn of orgonite from his site that they wanted some TODAY, which is a HOLIDAY meant for fun and no business until tomorrow!
So that’s fine. I’ve played along. I’ve got my giggles and more orgone stuff en route to the doorstep of the homeowner. That’s right! I’m homeless! Without these good folks, I’m out on the street, Pete! I’m still getting ready to fight back and not hiding anymore and I want something back. They know. You know. TPTB knows. They play dumb but they just `sit back and watch`, which is why I logged out.