mosquitos, death and other things.

viral warfare is back. in fact, it never left. forget MK ultra. forget dropping balloons of virus infected mosquitos on African American neighborhoods. forget about spraying unsuspecting citizens on the New Jersey Turnpike with unknown viruses as they drive to work everyday. forget it. 

we live in a toxic world. one in which there is a disregard for life. all life. 

all life. including my own. i live in Babylon. in case i had recently forgotten.

with that toxic fog spewing out of it's spout, the truck slowly drives down each street again and again spraying a fine mist of toxic chemies that apparently kills mosquitos- and anything else that might get in its way. they call it the Bug Truck. there is something about the low drone of the Death Truck (as i properly refer to it), a haunting hum really, that sends me to pasts lives of mine where i was in the gas chambers knowing it was all coming to an end. really soon. other fatal memories collide with that one and then things get hazy. i choke. i am trapped in fear and mental chaos. government retaliation and distrust are thrown into the mix. these are not sweet, pastoral memories. 

you never know when it will come. they don't tell you. how convenient. 

tonight as i was walking with my dogs, that all too familiar sound approached. i panicked. clearly we were going to get sprayed. walking down the street. unknown, unidentified chemicals sprayed on us. all in the name of killing mosquitos. that is bad enough. but the fact that i don't know if that is what is really happening, is actually worse. 

this is chemical warfare. blatant chemical warfare. and the citizens are down with it because they are trapped in a mental fear game. a fear of mosquitos. they will blindly trust their local authorities to spray known carcinogens into the dead night air for fear of contracting West Nile Virus or something worse perhaps. 

freaks i tell you. freaks. they are all freaks.

but when you speak out against these blatant chemical attacks, you  become the freak. 

irony. 

so occasionally when i am nonchalantly ambling down the street in the early evenings with my dogs, i will get "nixed." wormy gassed. attacked with noxious vapors. i am part of their experiment. i am part of this life experiment. and we have no clue what could happen next. 

(additional info. thanks to several calls and more unanswered questions. two of the chemicals sprayed regularly are known. they are Kontrol 33 and Voulgart. thanks.)