Several Jet-less Ctrails, a few Tic-tacs, and a real Jet.

Last afternoon. 9/16. Went to see my daughter, son in law, and granddaughter. All this happened. No one was surprised I started videoing. Anyway, same ole same ole. Haven't seen the X's in a while. They stand for the god of this world. The god of this age. Remember how they were all over about a year, year and a half ago?
So here we are. The Deagal year. 2025. Charlie was "assassinated" the day before 911. 0923 is coming up. Am I that kind of guy. No. Much worse. 9/23 is my birthday. 59. Way too much time on my hands. I am proud to say I made it to blathering age. It's okay for me to blather now. Almost now. So blather I shall. Especially when I got that cough. Like now. And slip into grandmas throat relief medicine. It's homemade, you know. Guaranteed to ward of everything but cops. Seems to draw them.