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Episode 76B

Our Trip to the War Torn North

By Don Croft <>
Dec. 13, 2003

Dr. Battibwe suggested that we visit the city of Gulu, in the north part of Uganda, to witness some of the problems here and, perhaps, to do what we could to alleviate some of that unhappy situation with some judicious gifting.

We'd tried renting a car but the insurance was prohibitive due to the Lord's Resistance Army (read: typical CIA and very bloody) activity in the vicinity of Gulu, so Dr. Paul graciously offered to drive his own car. Uganda's a relatively small country, but many of the roads are in disrepair, so even a short trip can pretty well beat up an ordinary car. Doc Batiibwe handles his nice front-wheel drive sedan like a champ, though.

The LRA is headed by a scruffy, deranged, but eminently controllable fellow named Kony who apparently is supplied by the US and Britain with modest weaponry and just enough ammunition to keep the current Ugandan Regime from using needed revenue for infrastructure and services, but not enough to give Kony any decisive victories. After President Musaveni took over the government in 1986, the Uganda Shilling was abyssmally devalued in a way that's become routine for any country which insists on operating outside the parasitic mandate of the International Monetary Fund.

That's my assessment, at least, of Kony's situation and my Ugandan friends seem to feel that it has some merit. Kony abducts children and forces them to fight, which is the way Pol Pot and HoChi Minh (and all the other noteworthy Illuminati terrorist assets) operated a few decades ago. It wouldn't surprise me if the CIA has advisors who've learned directly from 'the masters' and now teach that stupid Kony these tricks. If you consider conscience an asset, you probably shouldn't work for American or British intelligence/sabotage agencies.

President Musaveni publicly supported, at least verbally, the American/British invasion of Iraq with the understanding that, in return, he'd receive some military assistance and, more important, satellite imagery of Kony's movements, but none of that has been forthcoming and I'm assuming that the Pres shouldn't trust any satellite data from the US at any rate. If you're an American and understand, as many of us do by now, that any promise from the alleged American government is worth considerably less than toilet paper, you can probably appreciate Musaveni's dilemma now.

He's cagey enough to maintain some national sovereignty for Uganda in spite of 17 years of espionage and even sabotage from the CIA and MI6. In one instance of economic sabotage, Uganda got an order from Cuba of a shipload of beans. Seawater had been pumped into the top of the cargo holds en route so that the beans were rotten when they arrived in Havana; typical CIA and/or MI6 tactic ('God save the Queen?' What the hell for?). Of course, those two espionage agencies are essentially the same agency, operated by the same old aristocratic families as any persistent gang of thugs, anywhere else in the world, is.

Musaveni was apparently a nominal Marxist during the years when he led a popular rebel army (The Movement) in the bush prior to his successful and relatively humane and bloodless coup in 1986, which was essentially the end of British proxy regimes here. I rather assume that he was simply playing Russia against Britain/US along the way. That used to take a LOT of skill and savvy. Most other Marxist rebel leaders who assumed power over nations have been notorious for brutality and suppression and after they took power the bookstores subsequently only sold books by Marx and Engels (like the Bible, everyone had a copy but hardly anyone read them) but I think the smarter ones, like Gandhi, Musaveni, Mandella and very few others, were simply being expedient and never intended to establish the full spectrum of International Monetary Fund-financed international socialism protocols which have repeatedly resulted in the laughable house-of-cards debacle that's known as Communism.

Don't get angry just because I referred to Gandhi as a one-time Marxist, please. It's best to leave emotion at the door when you come into my parlor, even though you must know by now that nothing I say should be taken as anything more than a personal opinion.. If you've read any biographies of Gandhi or even seen that fine film from 1983 in which he was played by Ben Kingsley, you'll note that in the years he spent in South Africa as a young lawyer, before he discovered religion, he had organized a commune along the lines and with the terminology of Marxist protocols. It's faux pas to call him a Marxist, of course, and I certainly believe that many early Communists, such as Wilhelm Reich, innocently believed that they were promoting a valid doctrine. Gandhi had obviously been free of affiliation with London-based, Marxist (Marx was financially supported by Lord Thomas Huxley throughout his writing career, as was Darwin ;-) International Socialism by the time he'd resolutely decided that India must be free of the Whore of Babylon and Musaveni is no longer referring to his trusted associates as 'Commisar' or 'Comrade,' as he had done throughout the years that they were struggling in the bush and abroad.

If you believe that communism is anything but a creature of the Illuminati and fully financed by London and Wall Street, then you probably shouldn't be reading my stuff at all. Go do your homework if you don't want to bust a blood vessel, okay? All of that is clearly shown, ad nauseum, in public record during International Socialism's formative years in the first half of the Twentieth Century. You might not know, for instance, that the New York Times in 1918 quoted President Woodrow Wilson's frequent praise of the Bolsheviks as 'the modern day disciples of Christ,' and numerous accounts of that scoundrel, JP Morgan's, liberal financial support of Trotsky and then Lenin. When gold became relatively valueless after the Bolsheviks had plundered and then slaughtered millions of farmers and their families, food became currency by 1921, so the International Red Cross then began sending food to the Bolsheviks instead of gold.

Enter, shortly after that, the parasitic Illuminati 'businessmen' such as Armand Hammer, who got cheap concessions from Lenin that are still honoured by the Russian government. Communism has only been feasible in societies that had never experienced personal freedom, per se, so it only got a foothold in still-feudalistic states like Russia, China and Cuba. The other 'conquests' of communism, as when Roosevelt and Churchill deeded and financed Eastern Europe's and China's submission to Stalin and Mao before WWII's end, were military ones, not social ones at all.

I've never seen such entrepreneurial spirit in a population before as I've seen in Uganda, though. I personally wonder where they all find the energy. It's inconceivable to me that any political agenda could stop that under the circumstances and Communism is absolute anathema to individual initiative, of course, and also destructive to the nuclear and extended family structures. Anyone who's spent even a week in equatorial Africa will appreciate the persistent vitality of family ties here.

Regarding the persistence of the spirit of individual initiative, note that even two generations of bloody, IMF-financed suppression in Hungary had failed to extinguish the entrepreneurial drive there and products from Hungary get top dollar (so to speak) in Europe these days.

By the way, I'm assuming that you already know that Communism failed simply because London and Wall Street stopped paying all of its bills in 1990. By then, the world had approximated London's goal of international socialism, which is another term for international wage slavery.

There's no political freedom without economic freedom, of course. Our hope is that the Ugandans will keep looking for more ways to finance their infrastructure through international barter, as it has on several noteworthy occasions. They successfully traded soybeans with Yugoslavia for a highway, for instance. They sent a shipload of beans to Cuba but CIA agents pumped seawater into the cargo holds, so when the beans arrived they were rotten.

I read last month that $5 million in UNICEF funds was missing. My fond hope is that Musaveni diverted that to support the Army. I haven't seen or heard of a single instance of actual help from any UN-affiliated agency here, though there's a huge fleet of shiny, new, white 4WD vehicles with big, blue 'UN on the doors and lots of slick advertising for 'AIDS' subjects and nationwide vaccination campaigns that no doubt resulted in most youngsters getting michrochipped, at best, and many of them killed, at worst. I didn't see many of these expensive Illuminati/UN vehicles outside of Kampala or Gulu, thankfully.

Before we left the Capital on our trip, Dr. P and I went to Al Tarboush, the Lebanese restaurant in Kampala that serves mostly the Arab diplomatic corps, and feasted on hummus, tabouli, olives, salad, fresh pita bread and falafel (some kabob for the Doc, who seems to eat three times as much as I do and isn't fat) and there was so much food we made sandwiches for supper, too, and bagged them. I can't seem to pass up good Arabic food no matter where I am. There was a muzungu smoking a hookah in there, by the way, and I got to drink some head-exploding, traditional-style Arabian coffee. I really need to learn Arabic and go spend some time in one of those countries; maybe in North Africa, where they make shark-skin drums, by the way. The proprietors of the Arab restaurants I've dined in seem to really like watching their customers enjoying the food, which adds even more to the experience for me. Batiibwe told me he didn't know what to order so I ordered just about everything just to explain what it all is ;-)

The drive to the Nile (halfway point) was uneventful, except for busting up half a dozen towers and a couple of arrays along the way but some soldiers stopped us at the bridge over the Nile, which is occupied because the LRA threatened to destroy it. I bet the CIA/MI6 won't even give those butchers dynamite, though ;-)

The Nile is very wide and fast-flowing, even at its source, as I'd mentioned, and there are very few bridges across it on its way to Sudan. If Kony had managed to destroy this bridge it would have put some serious hurt on the Army, which was already plagued by a variety of logistics problems, including a fleet of worthless new ( to them) helicopters, thanks to widespread corruption and sabotage by the IMF and its global legbreakers/backstabbers, the CIA and MI6.

The Doc had stopped within view of the bridge to take a photo of the falls, a kilometer upstream, and the soldiers, who had seen that, were just being prudent, no doubt, by stopping us at the bridge to interrogate us.. Doc explained who he was and that we were going to visit a friend of his in Gulu; I showed them my passport and after a bit they let us move along. Doc sheepishly told me later that he'd told the soldiers that I'm a personal friend of the President ;-)

Those falls are reputed to be yet another ritual killing site and Doctor Paul was doing a little photo recon in preparation for our gifting effort there on the way back. We didn't toss an etheric pipe bomb over the bridge as we'd hoped to do, since the soldiers were watching us and had written us up in their little book.

We saw, on a promontory overlooking the falls, what looked like a small fortress and turret, and we assumed that this place must be involved in the rituals these days, so we were itching to get back there and take care of business.

We'd started out with forty or so towerbusters, some etheric pipe bombs and three holy handgrenades. Oh, and we still had a couple of Georg's stielhandgranaten. Those are my personal favourite, as they combine the towerbuster and etheric pipe bomb.

The road was pretty bad from the Nile to Gulu, probably because no road repair crews wanted to work where they might get butchered by glassy-eyed LRA devotees. Just like fundamentalist religionists elsewhere, the LRA drops God's name while perpetuating bloody, mindless atrocities on non-combatants, including children, just as the devout, Christian European-derived Americans did to the mostly peace-loving American Indians all across the continent throughout the nineteenth century.

As far as I can tell, there's not a hint of actual popular support for this group. Rather, they've efficiently caused the evacuation of a large area of Uganda and even Sudan. I assume that the heart-dead CIA/MI6 operators are just using Kony as a proxy villain in order to allow their Illuminati masters to more easily steal the natural resources (newly discovered gold) of the region, as has been done repeatedly throughout the world but most especially in Africa in recent decades. Let's see if we can stop that. Stopping the Illuminati is my raison d'etre these days, as it ought to be yours if you would like your children to grow up and to keep your own head on your shoulders.

We didn't feel that we were in danger, though we encountered a lot of Ugandan Army patrols along the road beyond the Nile and all of the Non-Governmental Agencies' and UN's vehicles were flying big, gaudy flags from tall masts that are bolted to their front bumpers (speaking of surreal ;-) No doubt.Kony has strict orders not to butcher any of these flagged IMF agents. They apparently only want him to kill Black African non-combatants and soldiers in a specific region of Uganda and Sudan. What are they after? Uranium? We'll find out, I suppose.

The sky was gorgeous all the way until just before we arrived in Gulu, where it was HAARPy. The lower atmosphere in Gulu itself was incredibly smoggy, though we couldn't smell any smoke and we approached from a downwind direction. I hadn't seen smog like that since before 'Cbswork' and friends had sufficiently disabled the Entropy, HAARP and satanic grids in the north half of the Los Angeles Basin last year.

The people in Gulu, which is a small city, were uncharacteristically glum and there was a striking absence of motor vehicles and even fewer of those Ugandan-manufactured bicycles than elsewhere ('Bata Bicycles-Any Road, Any Load!'). We saw an awful lot of people with crude wheelbarrows instead, toiling along the streets, wearing tattered shoes and clothing but at least not obviously starving..

The city had been prosperous before Kony/Illuminati's murderous agendaq and was the economic center for a huge area of the country, which is mainly known for its fine cattle. There isn't a lot of cattle there now. The herders are traditionally nomadic and certainly prudent enough to know when their livelihood is threatened. Otherwise, the vast grazing range is so rich that any Texan would probably wet his pants with envy.

By the way, Dr. Paul told me that in recent years, some thugs had carried out a campaign of terror in Kiboga, where there has never been any support for Kony. The well-armed newcomers stole cattle while ambushing, robbing and murdering several cattle buyers and sellers. The locals had some guns of their own and eventually succeeded in ambushing, killing some and then capturing the surviving thugs, some of whom shared the same hospital ward
with some of their victims, all of whom were under Dr. Paul's care. A cop came along with some Army ambulances and took the wounded thugs away, presumably to freedom. The general assumption is that the thugs were hired by the army, which is so seriously underfunded that many of the soldiers whom we saw outside of Kampala don't even have leather boots or proper uniforms.

I'm telling you this so that you'll know that I don't consider the current regime angelic.

I must say that since Georg, Dr. Kayiwa and I thoroughly gifted the Capital there's been a spate of corruption-exposes, resignations and firings among the top brass and in the government itself.

By contrast, during the previous regime at one point, the house that Dr. Paul lives in while in Kiboga was used as an Army command post and captured rebels in The Movement were tortured, then literally slaughtered in the brick outhouse behind the residence. Things are much better in Uganda now by anyone's estimate. Some folks pine for Idi Amin's regime, I must say, perhaps because, like Hitler, Stalin and Mussolini, he was very well financed by London and prudently built up the country's infrastructure to solidify public support for his regime and didn't interfere much with Black Africans' business lives. When you are able to move away from Political Correctness, you can honestly see the good and bad aspects of any regime without feeling the need to toady, as all funded-university students in the west, and, sad to say, even in Africa, are taught to do to the Illuminati-favored-at-the-moment regimes. In Uganda's case, there are apparently agent provocateurs at Makere University, the premier school in the country, who are actively inciting violent opposition to Musaveni. He hasn't killed any of them, either, to his credit, though he's had to shake up his intelligence apparatus this week and appoint a new head, this time a very young man. It will be fun to see what happens next. The President's subtlety, sense of timing and resourcefulness amazes me no end.

The main problem that successful warriors like President Yoweri Musaveni have is that they normally aren't adept at governing, nor can they usually find enough comparatively honest people to assist them in governing, so they have to rely on whomever is at hand. In this case, and in that generation, the folks who are available and have managerial experience are remnants of colonial and proxy regimes. What I've witnessed here is that there's a whole new potential cadre of competent professionals who are more in touch with the nature of service work than the previous generation has been. This is true throughout the world, of course, not just here. The confirming quality of their orientation, to me, is that they're turning back to some of the time-tested, higher African traditions of government, which is based on mutually-empowering grassroots support, intertribal affiliations, consultation and consensus and starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel in terms of putting the alleged might of the western world in proper perspective, along with all the scams that are based on the previous feelings of resignation that had taken hold in Africa.

Who will have the last laugh after the Illuminati has failed, very shortly, to ruin the agriculture here, for instance?. The power and wealth of any nation is its agriculture and by that standard Uganda and many, many other IMF-targetted nations throughout, the world are obvioiusly, to me at least, on the brink of rampant prosperity and true development as The City of London (the tired old present expression of Rome) continues to 'decline and fall.'

Musaveni seems to me to be an exception to the rule of a successful warrior, at least in terms of his mature ability to govern. Perhaps he adopted a strong mandate for himself before he decided to campaign militarily against the most recent, ruinous British-proxy regime here.

There's a national newspaper, THE MONITOR, which regularly criticizes his policies and especially the actions of many of his subordinates in the Army and in the government.. He's lately responded by firing many corrupt officials and in some cases by even writing rational explanatory letters to the editor, which are then published. As far as I know, he hasn't had anyone murdered for opposing him in the press or in politics and I haven't detected any of the doublespeak or outright lying from him that characterizes politicians in the west. In the latter case, it's general knowledge by now that we can tell they're lying because their lips are moving, which is why I never pick up an American paper except to read some of the comics or classified ads.

I saw a picture of the US Ambassador to Uganda the other day. I wouldn't buy a used car from him. A white tie, black shirt and pinstripe suit would make him look like any Mafia don. None of his many jokes are funny at all to me. President Mugabe, the scourge of once-prosperous Zimbabwe, at least tells funny jokes. Western bad guys have no class at all by contrast. He offered, for instance, to send observers to Florida to ensure polling integrity there after Bush ('President Cujo') was unlawfully appointed President in 2000 by the US Supreme Court.. Mugabe was widely known, by then, for his own vote-fraud shenanigans, which is what made his offer so funny.

Don't you think it's miraculous, as I do, that any nation these days has a shred of national sovereignty left after several generations of Illuminati rape and plunder in the 'post-empire' decades? My own country had totally and profoundly capitulated to The City of London (IMF is simply one of London's many masks, of course) by 1935, sad to say. The upside of that, I suppose, is that at least all elected US federal officials are now manifestly liable for capital punishment, having blatantly committed treason, especially because of their active and passive roles in enacting draconian, alleged legislation following the feds' destruction of the World Trade Center, for which the army of payrolled liars incredibly blamed a few swarthy Muslims.

The saddest part of this long-term treason debacle is that many Americans have become so brainwashed and submissive in past generations that they might feel inclined to just hug the traitors and tell them that they forgive them, sort of like how the jury 'compassionately' acquitted the teenage Menendez brothers (who brutally murdered their parents on a whim) because 'they were now orphans.' I kid you not!

Since the brainwash protocols that are now in place in America and Europe were derived from fundamentalist Christian brainwashing successes in the nineteenth century, though, which are obviously schizophrenic/psychotic, the downside of this fake, vacuous meekness is that in any given moment the brainwashing can degrade en masse and the former drones will then likely turn into an armed, vengeful mob when they realize how irretrievable their personal freedom truly is under the current, incorrigible American regime.

It's been said that it's too late to salvage this federal government but too early to shoot it's leaders. In fact, thanks to the internet, all we really need to do to fix the problem is to prevail on a few elected Sherriffs arrest some of these traitors and the rest will probably play out in a lawful manner, including hundreds of treason trials in newly lawful courts throughout the land.

I don't want the army, other than perhaps some Constitutionally-mandated militias, to get involved in this process. If we allow a mutiny to remove the traitors in Washington, DC, we may never return that stolen political power to the localities and states, where it rightfully belongs.

Let's set these Russian and Chinese troops that are billeted underground in the US free and help them get back home where they belong, okay?

Our aim is to ameliorate this potential mayhem that would be known as global martial law and to lessen the impact of the Illuminati's vindictiveness as they continue to exit the geopolitical stage during this fast-emerging paradigm. Anyone can see that Ugandans enjoy a whole lot more personal freedom than Americans do at this point. All they lack is economic freedom and, like France, this place is a potential economic powerhouse due to the industriousness of the people, the strength of their family structure and to the abundance & consistently high quality of their agricultural products.

Forgive my non-sequitur here, but yesterday, while Doc Kayiwa and I were riding a bus to the city from his suburban home in Kyaliwajala/Namugongo I saw a little café by the highway, called 'Monica Lewinsky's Joint.' Ugandans have a pretty wry sense of humor. I ought to stop and see what their specialty is ;-)

As far as I can tell, Uganda has more potential economic freedom than most countries because they've been more or less abandoned by the International Monetary Fund, who must have honestly believed that destroying the national currency was an economic death sentence. What cretins those banker/trolls have turned out to be, after all! They should have known that having survived a series of parasitic and even brutal proxy regimes since their independence in 1962, the Ugandans were not going to just roll and give up just because a bunch of Bazungu ruined their currency. This is still a bit of a barter culture, after all.

What does it take to succeed in this emerging paradigm? The old rules of excessive centralisation, exploitation, subversion and suppression don't work well any more and those four approaches to 'governance' (I really hate that new word) are the Illuminati's entire stock in trade. Maybe now they can go find some planet where their tired old crap still works. I'll volunteer to pull the handle at the gallows if they decide to stick around to stand trial instead. Hell, I'll even pay my own travel expenses to have that happy privelege. Political correctness be damned. You can hug and forgive them all you want but in my view they need to be punished now, too.

Doc and I gifted all seven Entropy/HAARP towers in Gulu (how many refugees have cellphones, do you reckon? ;-) and after the sun went down (no streetlights in that city) we did the other gifting work, which involved getting out of the car, in very private darkness. In Uganda, regular people are always watching, unlike in western countries, where the only ones 'always watching' are the fake-gov't spies who follow us all around on our gifting missions, or at least try really, really hard to. One of the HHgs, for instance, had to be placed within the main tower array, since it
was obviously in a vortex.

We slept in a modest, very clean hotel room overnight after eating our sandwiches and chatting 'til nearly midnight. We dined at one of the hotel bar's tables. There was a young woman at the only table that had chairs available, so Doc asked her permission for us to share the table. At the time, I thought, 'Jeez, I hope she doesn't think we're coming on to her.' She seemed non-plussed but was obviously not happy about our presence.

He told me later that she's a hooker, which I missed entirely. I thought she was on a school trip or something and the only unusual thing I noticed about her was that she was mixing beer and Coca Cola in a glass. I'm such a babe in the woods. Doc B never drinks, nor do I. He got a bottle of water and I got a STONY soda, which is made in East Africa with ginger and some mystery ingredients and is really tasty.

By the way, after I told Carol that it was hard for me to understand my Muganda witch doctor buddy, Kizira's, praises for polygamy, she'd emailed me right back to say, 'Don't get any ideas; I don't like to share my men
with anyone!'

Polygamy is lawful here, by the way, perhaps because there are so many Muslims. I don't cotton to polygamy but I think that's one more evidence that the culture is stronger here than the hypocritical PC protocols of the Illuminati are. Illuminati-asset moralists, for instance, advocate monogamy but bugger little boys.

When you go to Uganda, take along a 'Solar Shower.' This is an inexpensive, sturdy plastic bag with a short hose and shower nozzle attached. You can leave the full bag in the sun to heat the water and then hang it up to get some water pressure. I've used those a lot but I forgot to bring one this time. Most houses don't have running water, though folks keep them scrubby-dutch clean inside and out. Water's usually hauled from a communal pump, spigot, stream, lake or spring. One can take an entire bath with a gallon of water, including shampoo and shave, if one is reasonably efficient. Get used to the idea of hole-in-the-floor privvies, too. There's a sort of athletic art to using those well and there's no question (I bear witness) that one is guaranteed better bowel function when one is constrained to squat rather than sit. I've known affluent people in America who have built platforms over their toilets so that the feet and kinetic excretory bits are on the same level. Westerners, culturally, aren't squatters but probably should be if the
colon/rectal cancer rates are an indication.

My first encounter with this kind of plumbing was in Micronesia when I was seventeen. In that case, the floor of the privy was a series of bamboo 'planks' over a pit or lagoon, with the middle two planks missing. They called it a 'benjo,' which is the Japanese word for privy. The Japanese built some gorgeous, appropriate tech infrastructure when they 'owned' those lovely islands between WWI and WWII. The Americans tore most of it up from some xenophobic impulse and never replaced it.

An English guy rode trains all over the world and wrote a coffee-table book about his rides. PRIVVIES I HAVE KNOWN might be an interesting, commercially feasible pan-cultural study for somebody who's more erudite than I am. I've heard that the Ivy Tower crowd are happy to publish almost anything as long as it doesn't criticise the Illuminati or any of their predatory/parasitic agendae.

My second encounteter was in South France, where public toilets, at the time, were characteristically a large, round depression in the floor with two raised, shoeprint-shaped pedestals in the middle. It's hard to miss in that case. These are probably a big challenge for drunks, though.

Folks favour masonry houses with metal roofs in this part of the world, though as you get away from the larger towns you mostly see traditional round, thatched huts that feel very nice to be in and are cool inside during the day. The best part is that the only real expense in building one of these is the doorframe and door, which may be considered optional at any rate. The government normally gives fertile land to refugees, even from other countries, in cooperation with the local hierarchies, which is an indication to me that the regime is sincerely interested in the well-being of the people.

There are still several thousands of yet-to-be-settled refugees from northern Uganda and even Sudan in large camps not far from Gulu and Lira, which is a similar-size city farther east.

The army 'barracks' that we saw between the Nile and Gulu were village-like collections of round huts every few miles along the highway and there are several larger clusters of close-packed huts around the city itself. These are largely built by professional people from the evacuated areas who do volunteer work while waiting for employment elsewhere. There are lots of homeless people around, too, of course, many of whom sleep on the hospital grounds.

Even under duress, it can be seen that Ugandans take a lot of pride in their personal appearance and surroundings. I'd only brought along one pair of long pants and a buttoned shirt (light traveller) and I know that by mostly wearing shorts, sandals and T-shirts I've caused my companions a little social distress. Doc Kayiwa kindly shined my shoes, which are black, part-leather cross trainers, before he took me to a downtown government office earlier this week to answer questions from several movers and shakers about zappers and I'm sure that helped me make a good impression on them.

The next morning we went around to see if any more gifting needed doing, and Doc Batiibwe wanted to visit the hospital and do some specific gifting there. The smog was gone and the sky was normalizing by then. One of his associates, who had lived in Gulu for some time and is a doctor at the hospital (out of town at the time), told him over the phone on the previous evening that Gulu is always smoggy like that, so we're eager to get some follow up from him. Some of the gloom had dispelled, too, which is what usually happens after you gift a city with orgonite devices. After all, about half of the 10,000 or so new Entropy and HAARP towers in the Los Angeles basin have now been busted and 'smog days' in LA are very few and far between now, instead of constant as before. We'd used about 20
towerbusters, an HHg and an etheric pipe bomb on Gulu by then.

The hospital was built in 1938 and was in pretty tough shape. There was no shortage of trained staff, most of whom are volunteers from among the refugees (the gov't can't afford to pay them, but they were given land and there's plenty of food to go around), but of course the facility is overwhelmed in terms of other resources, including space. We met the head nurse, Serafina, who escorted us through the grounds and answered the Doc's questions. Serafina told us that in the maternity ward, for instance, prospective mothers are mostly consigned to reed mats on the floor and when there's a surgical emergency at night, the crowd of homeless folks who sleep along the covered walkways between the wards and the operating theatre really slow down the emergency personnel.

The only new facility we saw on the grounds was a blood collection and storage lab donated by the Italian gov't in 2001. Doc Paul said the supply and variety of blood stored there is impressive.

We saw huge warehouses full of alleged food on the outskirts of town, owned by NGOs affiliated with the UN, but I didn't see any evidence that the UN agencies come around the hospital much. I say, 'alleged,' because none of this stuff is very nutritious nor is it part of the traditional diet, which IS nutritious. My happy thought is that the usual way the UN uses food as a weapon in order to induce people to come to their camps isn't working entirely as they'd like, since Uganda is already loaded with wholesome food, perhaps thanks in small part to Doc Batiibwe's timely construction of East Africa's first cloudbuster last May, which caused the 'dry season' to have more rain than the previous rainy seasons.

Another weapon, in a dual sense, are the drugs supplied by the World Health Organization. In one sense, they're weapons because they're designed to kill or disable lots and lots of people and in the other sense, the WHO poison pushers want Africans to believe that 'If you wanna heal, you gotta come to US!!' In Uganda, at least, even the refugees adamantly prefer traditional remedies to WHO drugs and they don't hesitate to let these creeps know that. The way the WHO induces cholera and similar epidemics in refugee camps is to insist on pit toilets being dug without supplying any digging implements. They then loudly lament "The Africans' lack of any sense of sanitation," to the world. It reminds me of the way Hitler's and Custer's tale-tellers dehumanized their intended victims before herding them into those cattle cars on the way to the slaughterhouses.

Another UN trick in Africa has been to deprive refugee camps of water and then haul it into the camps in petroleum tank trucks with a large proportion of gasoline or diesel mixed with the drinking water. The UN only pulled that stunt in Zaire a couple of times, though, since it was an obvious population-culling technique to even the slack-jawed Pajama People who stare at CNN. So, there we have it: The Ugandan government gives land to refugees and helps them keep their dignity and the City of London humiliates and murders them whenever possible.

You might still actually believe that the UN represent at least a shred of humanity, but most Black Africans no longer labor under that delusion. Dr. Batiibwe is preparing a report on our visit with the renowned Dr. Yahaya Sekagye and his PROMETRA ceremony with 300 fellow Ugandan herbalists and traditional healers, which is going to show you an astonishing 'other side' to what's happening in favor of real healing in Africa these days. I'll offer some comments after he's posted that illustrated report. Now that he's back on the job, though, he may not have time to do all of that.
He's the hardest working vacationer I know.

Since we've disabled essentially all of the HAARP and entropy transmitters in the entire country in the past month, it's pretty well guaranteed that the trolls in London will never get their cordial wish of famine for Uganda, thank God, and it's been raining daily for two weeks into the current 'dry season' here. In fact, some are complaining about the rain, as most of the roads are now muddy and the craftsmen and merchants, who work mostly outdoors, are feeling a pinch. I'm sure the farmers and herders are seeing it a little differently, of course. Perhaps somebody will get around to busting all the HAARP from East Uganda to Mombassa, Kenya's port city directly east of here. I think that will put another long knife in HAARP's African heart. We're going to spend a month in Southern Africa with Georg, savagely assaulting HAARP from that angle, too. Since Georg and associates have already done the lion's share of that, I'm going to make sure that my report won't seem like grandstanding, even though I managed to upstage Georg in many of the photos that Batiibwe took on our gifting missions.

I'm starting to feel a little like Freddy Kruger's higher-self expression or as Governor Schwartzenegger's imagined portrayal of the character, Hamlet, in re: HAARP in Africa- 'To be or not to be..Not to be!' [Boom!]

This is also locust (grasshopper) season in Uganda, by the way, which is a good thing, since they're a food staple. Doc Kayiwa pointed out a night-time locust harvest operation on Kampala's outskirts. There were several huge pieces of corrugated iron, expedtiously arranged, lotus-fashion, under an exposed halogen light attached to the top of a very long pole in the center. The bugs went to the light from every direction, were blinded and then fell to the metal, where they slid down into a collection trough. I'm a big fan of appropriate tech, aren't you?. They get the big bucks here for cooked and raw locusts. They're very filling, by the way. If you're a muzungu, it's probably helpful not to think of what they looked like on your windshield last summer back in Kansas.

There were some French docs staying at the hotel in Gulu who were with Medicins sans Frontieres (Doctors Without Borders) and Dr. Paul noted that the name isn't entirely accurate, if you take intellectual frontiers into consideration. I didn't bother to mention zappers to them. I think that putting a big flag on your vehicle in that part of Uganda is like carrying a sign which says, 'We're just here to look good, so don't bother to ask for our help.'

Doc B conceived a trip to Lira on the way back and we turned onto the Lira Highway before we got to the Nile and travelled through a progressively more prosperous and pleasant region, though army patrols were still as numerous as on the road to Gulu. We bought some boiled peanuts from a vendor at the junction for about a nickel and that was a LOT of chow. One of Doc B's friends in Kiboga had graciously told me how to prepare Bunyebwa, which is a delicious sauce made from peanuts ('binyebwa'), tomatoes and onions. I can't wait to try variations of that, using other nuts and vegetables. Some basil and garlic will be tasty.

If you're not big on eating meat, as I'm not, this is a terrific traditional source of protein and it tastes good with all the root vegetables and with matoke. I like the cooking bananas roasted or fried. They grow a lot of sunflowers here for the oil and for feed.

Right after Georg and I had arrived in Uganda a month ago the newspaper showed a gruesome front-page picture of LRA atrocities in Lira-thirteen hacked bodies. I guess the CIA is only giving Kony enough bullets to shoot the Ugandan and Sudanese soldiers with, so the butchering of non-combatants is probably a downside manifestation of Ugandan resourcefulness. That sort of thing makes me appreciate the courage of these small Ugandan foot patrols that we saw. Kony's Kids (snipers, too) go after patrols rather than fortified positions.

After an hour we reached the town, which is another large one with seven Entropy and HAARP towers. There are many more towers per capita in Gulu and Lira than there are in Kampala but I guarantee that there are MUCH fewer cellphones per capita in the two smaller cities ;-)

As in Gulu, there are very few cars or even motorcycles in Lira, which is the other Ugandan city which received thousands of refugees from the LRA/CIA/MI6 atrocities in Norethern/Eastern Uganda. Unlike Gulu, though, Lira is very upbeat, lively and confident.

I've been to quite a few 'poor' countries and it never stops astonishing me to see the range of human responses to economic duress. I've come to believe that as we homo sapiens get more and more adequate rain, we can sort out any level of misery in time. Thanks again, Dr. Reich, for showing us the path!

We busted up all the HAARP and Entropy towers and then had a traditional lunch. The ambience in the market-side café was terrific and folks seemed genuinely pleased and curious to have a muzungu around. Anytime you get more than two Ugandan's in a room is usually a celebration, I've found, and I've never been around folks who laugh as much as these do, though the more rural parts of the Bahamas is a close second, along with the Black Carib
towns in Belize.

I had the middle part of a tilapia fish in a stew, which I ate with some rice and matoke banana paste, also some sorgum/millet/cassava stuff like we had in the Tororo village at Sam Okurut's dad's place before Georg flew home. Those are terrific fish with white flesh.

Before we got back to the Nile it was raining here and there in all directions, even over Gulu, apparently. I wish you could experience the phenomenally fast results that busting up the Illuminati towers in Africa gets! My heart still goes out to Cbswork in LA, by contrast, since they've had to use many thousands of orgonite devices and a score of cloudbusters to get the results that we routinely get here with twenty or thirty lowly towerbusters and an occasional Cloudbbuster.

Another reason I feel a little sheepish during this trip is that while the Illuminati are focusing so much of their attention and resources on what our network is doing in places like LA and the UK, we're sticking a huge pole right up their stinky backsides here in Africa and laughing out loud about it. They'd apparently considered Africa a done deal for them, in spite of their biological weaspons' (including HIV/AIDS) partial, at best, success on this continent. Nothing's working right for them these days. Have you noticed? According to their published plans, the world's entire population (mostly gangsters like them) was to have been three million souls by the turn of this century. That sure would have been a fool's paradise, eh? ;-)

Kizira is getting so much rain in his Kiboga district area that he's sheepishly put his new CB in the house to slow things down a bit. Everything he does is scrutinized closely by his neighbors and the government these days, since he's such a remarkable fellow. Don't worry-he loves that kind of attention the same way I do and he's a fighter/lover in every sense.

I'm sure (and he'll figure out) that this abundance of rain is simply nature's reasonably gentle balancing act and will resolve itself into a more consistent, regular pattern. At least there's no strong wind or excessive lightning, thanks to the CBs, nor is there any destructive flooding since the rain is now heavily ionized and so is absorbed into the

I've been able to point out to my compadres here the conspicuous way that rainstorms now form overhead instead of moving in a frontal (windy) low-pressure system, as has been the norm since the Illuminati initiated their weather control (mostly rain suppression, cyclones, destructive flooding and desertification, of course) protocols in the 1970s, worldwide. If you're in an area influenced by one of the many thousands of orgonite cloudbusters, which is very likely at this point, look for very white, amorphous cloudforms, quickly building up into the atmosphere in the middle of groups of smaller cumulus clouds and keep watching. If you go around and bust all of the Entropy and HAARP transmitters within twenty or thirty miles, you'll more often see this happen. As far as I know, there isn't even an official name for this orgonite-induced, pre-rain cloudform yet. Maybe the two-dollar whores in the media will start calling it swamp gas or something-who knows? That won't likely happen until the word, 'orgonite,' wends its way to within easy striking range of these payrolled liars in the media, though.

When do you think that's going to happen? If you know by now what I know, you'll throw a little party when they start poo-pooing the stark evidence of our successes because then their free advertising will spread our network's obvious empowerment process throughout the world and generate a groundswell. I think the bad guys already know this and also know that mainstream exposure this network's success is as inevitable as sunrise and their own hemorrhoids.

The really cool part is that by then their entire army of paid, cynical liars will be powerless to discredit us because we've never sought publicity for our work from them and we've never sought compensation, let alone personal recognition or leadership. 'Untouchable' has acquired a new definition in our case. Ronald Reagan would salivate at the notion of our hard-earned Teflon.

Anyway, that sky-healing effect was happening all around us right after we busted up all of the HAARP and Entropy ugliness along both highways and in Gulu and Lira. There were NO towers between the Nile and Lira, by the way.That's sixty kilometres. There were also no significant settlements along that road and few army patrols, which tells us that there's no real threat left in that region by now.

By the way, these new towers become essential cloudbusters after they've been 'gifted' because the orgonite bits turn these dead orgone generators into healthy orgone generators. The atmosphere's net ambience is improved, so it's now better than if the towers had never been built at all. The Illuminati are now hoisting themselves on their own petards this way, at long, long last.

After our military encounter at the Nile bridge, we felt a little trepidatious about our need to toss a stielhandgranate the railing on our return. I spent several minutes pumping myself up and getting ready for the toss and Doc B and I resolved not to look at the soldiers at the other end of the bridge.

Uncharacteristically, I tossed with all the force I could muster and it still hit the rail and bounced back into the roadway. Batiibwe quickly said, 'Can you believe that I saw that coming?' I believed him because intermittent prescience is a sign of awakening psychic abilities that often goes along with working with this new technology.

We nevertheless scooted off the road not far from the bridge and headed for the 'fortress' to at least to gift the obvious vortex by the falls with an HHg.

It was quickly obvious that no vehicles had driven along that dirt track for many months and at one point I had to shut my eyes as Doc B confidently and competently navigated a particularly muddy, rutty, steep stretch.

We got to the end of the road and could hear the falls, so we followed a path out onto a promontory and there was our 'fortress and turret.' It was nothing but a red-dirt bank on which a many-windowed brick hut had been erected for tourists (tourism had disappeared there several years previously, of course).

While I desposited the holy handgrenade in an appropriate spot nearby, just over the falls, Doc was looking at the activity on the bridge through the binoculars. I took a look, too, and saw a group of soldiers standing in the middle of the bridge where the etheric pipe bomb had come to rest and another, larger group congregating, with some military vehicles, at the nearer end, so we made a hasty but dignified retreat back along the path, hoping that they hadn't been looking at us, looking at them ;-)

Fortunately, a large commercial truck had just arrived at the bridge as we were turning back onto the highway and that was taking up most of their immediate attention, so we didn't have to deal with any interrogation and were free to drive back to Kampala.

The next incident of prescience for the Doc happened about an hour later, and he regretted not taking heed of this one, as it was regarding a noisy blowout at high speed, which destroyed a good tire and knocked part of his rear fender loose. I guess some CIA buttboy had skilfully cut that tire, the way the FBI did to us in Georgia last year. That's a common trick here in the US that's accounted for a lot of highway deaths.

Once, when Kizira was visiting the Doc at the hospital and after watching him work on the wards, K asked incredulously, 'Why don't you just use your third eye to see what's happening with your patients?' and ever since then Dr. Batiibwe has been experiencing bouts of high psychism ;-) It's been an awful lot of fun being around these two, I can tell you. Kizira never seems to fail to awaken some higher awareness in everyone he touches. He sure did that for me.

Dr. Kayiwa's been my host for most of the last half of my visit to Uganda. The fellow's a genius in ways that complement the other players' expertise and that probably rates at least an entire report. The problem is that he's shared a lot of confidences with me that are astonishing, even mindboggling, but prefers that I don't share many of them with others, so I'll have to content myself with reporting what we've done together and just a little of what he's done 'behind the scenes' to spread the good news of what we're all doing here.

You can imagine my internal pressure, since I'm one who loves to tell all as long as it doesn't harm anyone's valid reputation or insult anyone's character. I can at least say, with integrity, that none of the personal things that Doc Kayiwa has shared with me indicate anything but his own integrity and incredible resourcefulness. He's wise to play his cards close to his chest, though, since he's chosen a career in politics for the present phase of his multi-faceted life. I'll continue to do whatever I can to foster his highest interests and I love the fellow like a brother and hope he'll come stay with me in America as soon as possible. I know we can raise holy hell together anywhere. More to follow on that count, of course ;-)

Don Croft


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