They can't get me!
Sure, you think my black helicopter comments are all just a b-i-i-i-i-g joke, don't ya?
Yeah, so did our new neighbors. But now they know.
I was talking over the fence to the man of the house next door. He asked me if I'd ever seen them land. I said, "Yeah, I've seen them on the ground over there at that little airstrip."
He said, "What did the people look like? How were they dressed?"
I said, "I've never seen any people getting in or out."
He paused, and then said, "That's because they're not humans."
Here they are using the standard black helicopters to scope out our goats. Probably for some alien lab research or something. (Click to enlarge.)
As you can see, that was before they cut off our rain supply.
Then, a few days later, they must have airlifted a bunch of aliens out of the area or something. They probably realized I was onto them. I couldn't even fit all six transport helicopters into the frame. (Click to enlarge.)
Not long after that, a single fighter jet went soaring overhead. I didn't have my camera, but it's surprising how distinctive that particular sound is. It was going pretty fast. I think that was just a little sabre-rattling, so I knew that they knew.
And of course, every so often, the big, gray four-engine jets go lumbering over at low altitude. I think they're the ones controlling the weather, to punish us for figuring out their dastardly plans.
But I'm ready for them. Oh, yes. They can't control my mind!
I've got my stylish, passive solar tinfoil hat (which, incidentally, can double as a solar oven):