None of this stuff is a fair representation of the truth, though, as you can easily find out for yourself if you read his most famous book The Prince. It’s not a long read - only 154 pages in the Penguin Classics edition. But hardly anyone makes the effort, not even supposedly ‘educated’ people like me, because they sorta, kinda think they know what it says already. “End justifies the means,” right?

No. Machiavelli never said that - though I really wanted him to have done when I first skip-read his book while I was at school. We were studying Shakespeare at the time and were learning about a stock character type in Elizabethan drama called the ‘machiavel.’ The machiavel is emblematic of slippery deviousness, cunning and wicked unscrupulousness. Iago, for example, the horrid schemer who persuades poor old Othello that his innocent wife Desdemona is having an affair.

So I got hold of a copy of The Prince - probably even bought a copy and put it on my parents’ bill, as one could do in those days - and spent all of half an hour trying to find examples of Machiavelli saying evil stuff, which I could then quote knowledgeably to impress my teacher and get an A. But I couldn’t because, as I quickly gathered even from this very cursory acquaintance, the book is much more measured, more sympathetic even, than it is in popular repute.

That’s because poor Machiavelli was the victim of a Europe-wide hit job. By the time anyone outside Italy had read The Prince - it wasn’t translated into English til 1640 - Machiavelli’s name had long since become a byword for evil. England’s last Catholic Archbishop of Canterbury Cardinal Pole, who resented his anti-clericism and his rudery towards the Pope, set the ball rolling by declaring him an ‘Enemy of the human race’. Machiavelli’s Christian name - Niccolo - was said to have given the devil his nickname, “Old Nick”. Elizabethan dramatists blamed him as the inspiration for all the scheming and murder that took place in Renaissance Italy. They hated him in France, too, where he was blamed for inspiring the behaviour of Catherine de Medici.

But what had Machiavelli actually done to deserve all this? Not a lot, as it happens. Nicolo Machiavelli was just a jobbing diplomat in Renaissance Florence who had fallen out of favour and so used his spare time to compile a treatise on sound governance that he thought might get him back in with the Medicis. But it wasn’t simply an exercise in sucking up to the elites; it was also an attempt to restore national pride. He had grown up in the golden age of Lorenzo de’ Medici, when Florence had been a first rate city state. Since then, though, it had collapsed into civil war and factionalism, including a disastrous stint under French rule by the invading army of King Charles V. The Prince was, in part, Machiavelli’s vain attempt to help restore the glory days.

He did so not by advising rulers to be more evil, but by taking a pragmatic view of history and trying to work out which methods of governance had proved most conducive to stability and peace. Many of his reference points will be unfamiliar to modern readers. Agathocles the Sicilian, for example.

Agathocles was a potter’s son who, in the 3rd century BC, set his cap on becoming ruler of Sicily. He did so by staging an early version of the Red Wedding scene in Game Of Thrones. Having risen through the ranks of the militia (admittedly through reckless courage), he became praetor of Syracuse, where one morning he assembled the people and Senate, supposedly to discuss important business. Machiavelli tells us: “…at a prearranged signal he had all the senators, along with the richest citizens, killed by his soldiers; and when they were dead he seized and held the government of that city, without encountering any other internal opposition.”

If Machiavelli were the devil incarnate he is reputed to be, this would have been one of his choice examples of how to rule. But it’s not. On the contrary, Machiavelli deplores the episode, explaining: “It cannot be called prowess to kill fellow citizens, to betray friends, to be treacherous, pitiless, irreligious. These ways can win a prince power but not glory.”

Not, let us hasten to add, that Machiavelli is averse to displays of brutality or even cruelty pour encourager les autres. But his occasional justification of what we might consider ‘bad’ behaviour needs to be understood in its proper context. Machiavelli’s starting position - not unreasonable given the chaos, lawlessness and bloodshed of the time - is that men are ‘ungrateful, fickle, liars and deceivers, they shun danger and are greedy for profit.’ Of course, they are capable of virtue too: ‘They would shed their blood for you, risk their property, their lives and their children, so long, as I said above, danger is remote.’ But this virtuous behaviour only tends to last while times are good: ‘When they are danger they turn against you.’

Machiavelli isn’t trying to write a new chapter of the Bible. He is writing an instruction manual for rulers during a particularly violent and unstable period of history. It’s a work of pragmatism, not moral idealism. But still that doesn’t make Machiavelli a bad man, as consider the nuance in his infamous statement that ‘it is better to be feared than loved if you cannot be both’. Note first, Machiavelli’s implicit assumption that it really would be a nice thing, if possible, for a ruler to try to be loved too. And note secondly, the lengthy explanation that follows and which, I think, softens much of the supposed ruthlessness of Machiavelli’s philosophy. ‘Men worry less about doing an injury to one who makes himself loved than to one who makes himself feared,” he says. [True, surely?] ‘The bond of love is one which men, wretched creatures that they are, break when it is their advantage to do so; but fear is strengthened by a dread of punishment which is always effective.’ [True also, surely? And I do like that touch of sad regret in ‘wretched creatures that they are’. It’s hardly Machiavelli’s fault, is it, if we are all fallen?].

But enough Renaissance history and literary criticism. I want to conclude by extrapolating a more general truth about the nature of our understanding of the world. And about how the dark rulers who currently lord it over us - the modern equivalent of the Medicis, the Pope, Charles V and the various Italian city states, I suppose - get away so easily with doing to us what they do.

One of the things we Awake types are often lamenting is the way in which the tiniest, smallest sliver of a fraction of the world’s population - the Cabal; the Predator Class; The Powers That Be; the Satanic Bloodlines; call them what you will - has yet been able to treat us like cattle, or worse than cattle, for generation upon generation. And while obviously, I’m not letting the Cabal off the hook - they really are evil - I do think there’s a degree to which we have invited our own destruction by being so complacent and lazy.

I’m blaming myself as much as anyone. Especially the person I was before I woke up. There I was, blessed with one of the best educations the world supposedly offers, and yet still, mostly, I remained mired in ignorance because I took too easily for granted what I had been told by my imagined superiors - parents, teachers, the government, ‘experts’, whoever.

The Machiavelli thing is just one tiny example of this. Here, briefly, I have with luck demonstrated that everything 99.99 per cent of the people who’ve heard of Machiavelli know about one of the bigger names in history, or political philosophy anyway, is a caricature of a travesty of complete nonsense. It’s at best a crass simplification; at worst - probably for the usual reasons of propaganda and political intrigue - a cynical misrepresentation.

And it happened because, as usual, none of us did our homework. We regurgitated what teacher wanted to hear - Machiavelli bad, m’kay - and the reason teacher wanted to hear it was because he or she hadn’t bothered to do the homework either. Rather than read the actual book, we all went with the received idea of people who hadn’t read the book and took it on trust that the generally accepted narrative was the correct one.

You can apply this rule to: dinosaurs; safe and effective; viruses; the Trump assassination attempt; the Titanic; space; World War II; climate change; 9/11; cholesterol; the shape of the world; pandas; fractional world banking; the sex of presidential wives; Western liberal democracy…

In fact you can probably apply it to just about everything.

You know how before you’ve been away somewhere you really haven’t a clue about your destination, so you ask round for advice, some of which turns out to be useless and some of it brilliant? And how, once you’ve got back, even though you knew almost less than nothing a week ago, you’re suddenly Mr Expert?

Well that’s me, now, after a weekend in Florence. Suddenly I’m Mr Florence Expert.

Obviously I’m not really, but if you’re going to Florence, or you’re thinking of going to Florence, or if you’ve been to Florence, or you just like reading my stuff because it’s always entertaining then this piece will be right up your Via, probably.

Don’t Order The Bistecca

One of the main gastronomic specialities of Florence is a huge chunk of steak on the bone called Bistecca alla Fiorentina. They cook it perfectly - charred on the outside, very pink in the middle - and, quite rightly in my view, won’t serve it to you any other way. Before they cook it for you they parade the chunk of meat before you at your table and you go - “Ooh yes! I’ll have some of that!”

But this decision is a mistake. Your hunk of meat is going to set you back a minimum of 50 Euros (because they won’t cook less than a kilo), which though not expensive given the quantity of juicy flesh involved, is still a waste of your valuable Italian eating money. Let me explain why: 50 Euros is comfortably the equivalent of two really good main courses (‘Secondi piatti’), say an ossobucco or a fish dish. How many days have you got of eating Italian regional food? Not many, probably. Do you really want to use up one of your meals eating what, essentially, for all its magnificence in appearance, is just a big chunk of steak, which tastes the same each mouthful. And which you won’t finish.

You will, of course, ignore my advice. And probably rightly because Bistecca all Fiorentinais a dish you’ll want to try at least once. But the first will also be your last because afterwards you’ll have learned your lesson.

Alla Vecchia Bettola

This is possibly one of the best, most authentic and relatively untouristy restaurants in Florence. You will find it impossible to book a table because they usually won’t answer the phone. But you do have to book to get in so my advice is turn up in the morning and reserve in person. It’s worth it.

Why is it so good? Well, being just outside the city walls it’s away from the main drag. Its attitude, not unfriendly, just honest, is: “If you can’t be bothered to make the effort we don’t want you in here.” By the time it opens for dinner at 7.30pm, a big queue will have built up outside (all people who’ve booked). Then everyone surges in and grabs a place on one of the long tables. You’re dining with strangers and it’s pot luck who you get.

We were lucky. “Are you James Delingpole? I came to your house twenty-five years ago!” said a nice woman in the party of three next to us. Her name is Chrissie Manby and she’s now a very successful novelist, author of more than 40 books (including this romance set in Florence), but when she came round to our house, she was just an impoverished student and aspirant writer, who’d turned up randomly because she was a friend of a friend of mine. Apparently we were welcoming to her - which was a relief to hear - and she’d never forgotten us. The couple on the other side of the table from Perth, Australia were also nice. Obviously I talked to them about the shark danger while swimming off Cottesloe and City beaches. James, the Aussie, thought it wasn’t worth the risk, whereas I, the other James thought it was a game of percentages worth playing.

I recommend the Penne alla bettola (which I think have vodka and a bit of spice in them). But it’s all good.

Cocktails

Apparently the loggia roof bar in the Hotel Palazzo Guadigni overlooking Santo Spirito square is great for cocktails. But we couldn’t get in because we hadn’t booked. [Booking seems essential for pretty much everything in Florence, even in off-season, if you want to get in]. This did at least spare us the horror, though, of the busker in the piazza below playing pop ‘classics’ on his saxophone. First Eye of the Tiger; then, just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, Imagine.

But I doubt for cocktails you’re likely to beat the ones in Serre Torrigiani, up by the Porta Romana. It’s in a corner of the biggest private garden in Europe, which belongs to a marquese whose family have had it since at least the Renaissance. We couldn’t get to see the garden - probably because we hadn’t booked. But you can see from the aerial shots on their website that it’s pretty incredible, even though you’re only allowed to visit a fraction of it.

I recommend the cocktail with cucumber flavouring. Or the basilica. They do food too. Apparently it gets rammed with cocktail-drinkers in summer, 500 at a time.

Giardino Dell’Iris

Too late. You’ve probably already missed it. It’s only open from 25 April to 20 May, or thereabouts, because that’s the iris season. The red iris on a white ground (not a lily, as incorrectly believed) is Florence’s emblem. I love irises. They are one of my favourite flowers, as how could they not be anyone’s? Supposedly - though I can’t quite believe this - you can see up to 1500 varieties of iris in all shades from purple to burnt sienna to salmon pink to yellow and deep blue.

The garden is just below the tourist hell spot of the Piazzale Michelangelo, full of stalls selling tat to the captive audience lured there by the panoramic view of the city. Unless you know it’s there you could easily miss it. Unusually for Florence, it has free entrance.

The Uffizi

Because the queues are so terrifyingly long, you may be tempted to give it a miss. This would be a mistake. For my money this is the best art collection in the world and if you want to see masterpieces like Botticelli’s Birth of Venus - which you do, because unlike say the Mona Lisa it really doesn’t disappoint in the flesh - then you’ve no option but to put yourself through this gruelling but rewarding ordeal-by-art.

Reserve your ticket way in advance of your visit. Be prepared to be thoroughly knackered and paintinged-out by the time you get to the Caravaggio Medusa and his even-better Bacchus. I think my favourite is probably the Lucas Cranach Adam and Eve has just taken her first bite of the apple and her coyly inviting half smile is so seductive that it’s no wonder that Adam, who has never seen anything like this before, is scratching his head and looking somewhat bemused.

All’Antico Vinaio

Shiacciata is a Tuscan flatbread, a bit likefocaccia only thinner and crispier on the outside. It’s olive-oily and melts in the mouth. One of the best places to get it is just outside the Uffizi exit - a good way to recover from your ordeal-by-painting. If you get the timing wrong, you’ll have to queue for about an hour. So, my advice is to go for the 8.15am slot at the Uffizi, which means you’ll be out well before the lunchtime crush. I only queued for about 5 minutes.

I can recommend the Pistachio 4 (Parma prosciutto crudo PDO 18 months, fior di latte mozzarella, pistachio cream, and pistachio granules). Yeah. It sounds weird. But if you don’t try a pistachio sandwich at least once in your life you’re going to kick yourself when you get home. Also, it’s delicious.

Brancacci Chapel

When I first visited Florence in my youth, the Brancacci Chapel was closed for restoration. It was also closed for restoration the next time I went. So, third time lucky.


You go to see the frescoes by Masolino, Masaccio and - turning up sixty years later to finish the job - Filippino Lippi. Felice Brancacci, the chapel’s patron, was a wealthy cloth dealer. In one of the scenes (by Masolino), his wares are advertised in the splendidly rich garments worn by a pair of snooty nobles utterly indifferent to the miracle being conducted behind them by St Peter (Tabitha being raised from the dead). Overtly, the message is: “It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.” Covertly, it’s saying: “Come to Brancacci’s high class outfitters for all your embroidered silk requirements.”

Boboli Gardens

I make no apologies for the fact that most of my recommendations are south of the river, in the area known as Oltrarno (ie ‘the other side of the river Arno’). That’s because, just like with Rome and Venice which suffer from the same problem, you need a haven to which you can retreat from all the heavy sight seeing. Oltrarno is your friend.

The gardens are behind the Pitti Palace and you could spend at least half a day just chilling there and making the most of your 10 Euro entry fee. There are lots of high hedges and avenues offering shade. And if you need things to look at there are sculptures everywhere - some Roman, some more recent, such as the one from 1560 depicting Cosimo Medici’s favourite dwarf (I wonder how his other dwarves felt about this): it has been open to the public since 1766; before that it was the Medicis’ private playground - and grottoes.

If, like me, you are down the rabbit hole then you may find the grottoes particularly interesting. They are chock-full of owls and goats, including the leering head of a horned goat looking suspiciously like you-know-who. I appreciate that the Medici family spent a lot on church interiors and religious paintings. But I don’t think that’s where their real religious sympathies lay, do you?

Churches, cathedrals, cloisters, duomos, etc

You’ll find a lot of these in Florence, more than you can shake a stick at. And they contain all manner of treasures, such as the exquisite crucifix Michelangelo sculpted when he was just eighteen and Francis of Assisi’s very rough woven black robe, plus all manner of spectacular frescoes, like the ones in the Spanish Chapel at Santa Maria Novella. Not to mention some fine architecture which you will especially like if you are in to Brunelleschi.

Here’s the thing, though: if you miss some of it, or even most of it, it won’t kill you. Even though I’m writing this but a few days after my visit, already all the church interiors and paintings and frescoes have merged in my head into one messy high cultural sludge. I fear this is the normal experience for most of us. Within a year you’ll be able to remember barely a single detail about your trip. And the details you will remember probably won’t have much to do with art and churches, but with people and incidents and food.

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We’ve just passed the third anniversary of a piece I wrote entitled “Why Chemtrails Are My Favourite Conspiracy Theory.” Four years! How time flies when you are a batshit crazy, tinfoil hatted, ever-deeper-down-the-rabbit-hole loon!

Chemtrails - My Favourite 'Conspiracy Theory'

I’ve just re-read the piece and I think it stands up quite well. At least I don’t say anything embarrassing like “Chemtrails are my favourite conspiracy theory because they are so demonstrably, ludicrously absurd.” Rather, I manage to have my cake and eat by saying that even though I haven’t yet made up my mind about chemtrails that I really want to believe them because it’s a ‘conspiracy theory’ that ‘pisses off so many people.’

Since then, you won’t be surprised to hear, my position on chemtrails has become rather less nuanced. Of course they are real - and so very obviously so that I’m amazed that as recently as April 2022 I ever had any doubts.

But I suppose, in defence of the more recently-Awake person I then was, I wanted to be sure of my subject before committing myself to a conclusion. This isn’t like me. I’m generally more of a gut-feeling, shoot-first-ask-questions-later conspiracy theorist than the kind of autist who has to dot all the is, cross all the ts and get affidavits signed in triplicate from a dozen accredited experts before making up his mind.

In the case of chemtrails, though, I think I must have recognised that this was too important a subject to be given my usual wing-and-a-prayer treatment. If chemtrails were real, then I needed to know not just why they were real, but how they were real, what they were made of, who - at least roughly - was behind them, how they were distributed, what was their purpose, and so on and on.

https://jamesdelingpole.locals.com/post/6878238/matt-landman

Now, thanks mainly to my latest wide-ranging and mind-blowing conversation with Matt Landman, though bolstered by information I have absorbed from other podcasts, I’m more sure of my ground.

Here are my rough conclusions:

Chemtrails are not distributed by commercial airliners but mainly by drones, light aircraft and decommissioned commercial aircraft flying from private or military airfields. Among the materials they distribute into the atmosphere are fine particles of aluminium, barium, strontium, arsenic and other toxic metals. This happens daily across the world. Nowhere appears to be wholly exempt.

The purpose of this spraying is multifarious. So multifarious, in fact, that it could easily be used as a way to discredit the very notion of chemtrails: “All those things? Really??”

Yes really. Here are a few things that chemtrails are used for:

Poisoning the populace (eg through the Alzheimer’s caused by aluminium exposure) and livestock.

Increasing the chances of fire.

Damaging crops.

Mind control (eg spraying particular areas with mood-changing chemicals; or inducing a general sense of despair at yet another day completely blanketed with grey-white cloud).

Depriving people of exposure to beneficial sunlight

Weather manipulation.

I’ll add more to the list, if anyone has any good suggestions. I think the last one - weather manipulation - is the primary purpose of chemtrailing. Who controls the weather controls the world.

This is roughly how it works: the particles of metal in the sky are bombarded with electro magnetic radiation, which causes them to vibrate and get warmer. By manipulating selected parts of the atmosphere with targeted radiation The Powers That Be can now create whichever kind of weather they wish: heavy cloud, bright sunshine, storms, rain, even hurricanes and tornadoes. Perhaps not since the Nineties have we experienced anything close to ‘natural’ weather. [If I’ve got any of technical details wrong here I’m happy to amend].

From the early Nineties this weather manipulation was carried out largely by the HAARP (High-frequency Active Auroral Research Program) in Alaska. There is another HAARP installation at Capel Dewi, Carmarthenshire, Wales. But these days, most of the weather manipulation is carried out, locally, from NEXRAD (Next Generation Radar) facilities. These are now at strategic locations, almost everywhere, on cliffs, mountains and other promontories, as well as on the decks of ships. They look like giant golfballs.

Clearly if the mass of the public ever woke up to the fact that real-life Mr Burns characters are genuinely stealing their sunshine - and poisoning their food and brainwashing their kids and destroying grandma’s brain with Alzheimers - then the jig would be up for The Powers That Be. Which is why, perhaps more than with any other ‘conspiracy theory’, all discussion of chemtrails is so heavily policed, so corrupted with misinformation and disinformation.

Normies have, to a large extent, been persuaded to ignore the chemtrail evidence in front of their eyes by a number of false narratives: that chemtrails is the craziest of all conspiracy theories - and has been put out there by the intelligence agencies just to make some of us look stupid; that no one would have the power or ability or desire to spray on such a scale (the “But why would they do this?” fallacy); that weather has always behaved in this way; that chemtrails are in fact just ‘contrails’.

Their delusion is reinforced by all manner of carefully placed fake or misleading ‘evidence’: testimonies from pilots insisting that such a thing has never happened and that if it had they would know; easily debunkable videos purporting to prove chemtrails but which are actually designed to make chemtrail ‘conspiracists’ look ridiculous; photos from World War II showing thick white contrails coming from Flying Fortresses or lingering in the sky with all manner of twists and turns in the aftermath of a dogfight; etc.

Not all of this misinformation and disinformation emanates from bots, paid shills, or cyber propaganda specialists like 77th Brigade. Some of it comes from ordinary members of the public who’ve bought into the narrative that chemtrails aren’t real and feel compelled to reinforce this message by chipping in with their own supposedly relevant experiences. "[“I was a pilot for 45 years and…” etc] This is a phenomenon I call “Doing the Enemy’s work for them.” And it’s what Catherine Austin-Fitts calls ‘building the walls of your own prison’. It’s an unfortunate tendency among the purple-pilled which, of course, suits the Cabal’s divide-and-rule purpose very well.

To further muddy the waters, They have so arranged it that chemtrails are simultaneously a) a crazy, nonsense theory that has no basis in reality and b) a well established fact, so nothing to see here. If you use the Enemy’s preferred euphemism ‘geoengineering’ you will be amazed - or not - to discover that this non-existent phenomenon can be studied at well-established courses at various universities around the world, and that experiments have been conducted on it since at least the 1940s.

Here is a report from the Daily Telegraph in 2002:

Millions of pounds are already being spent on "cloud seeding" worldwide, notably in dry areas, yet weather scientists still look furtive if you ask them about rainmaking: despite decades of anecdotal evidence that it works, most feel that they lack statistically significant data to prove that it is possible to create an artificial downpour.

History is littered with attempts to alter weather patterns by shamans, witches and rain dances but the first suggestion that rainmaking might indeed be feasible came in the Forties as a result of Project Cirrus, a study of rain and snow formation.

Conducted by General Electric, America, the project was led by Nobel laureate Irving Langmuir, who believed, wrongly, that seeding in New Mexico could trigger rain in New York. But he did make important advances in understanding how to make drops fall.

And here is an April 2025 report from the same newspaper, suddenly re-remembering the existence of a phenomenon which it has generally preferred either to ignore or dismiss as a conspiracy theory.

Experiments to dim sunlight to fight global warming will be given the green light by the Government within weeks.

Outdoor field trials which could include injecting aerosols into the atmosphere, or brightening clouds to reflect sunshine, are being considered by scientists as a way to prevent runaway climate change.

Aria, the Government’s advanced research and invention funding agency, has set aside £50 million for projects, which will be announced in the coming weeks.

Prof Mark Symes, the programme director for Aria (Advanced Research and Invention Agency), said there would be “small controlled outdoor experiments on particular approaches”.

Our dark overlords love to play this game. Mark Schreckenstein summarised well the process in this tweet:

1. Of course they could never do that! 2. Perhaps they could, but they wouldn’t of course! 3. Maybe they will, but only at some point in the future. 4. Of course they’re doing it - because it’s actually good for you! We always said so.

Yes. There are many candidates for the worst conspiracy being practised against us by the Predator Class. But I think chemtrails - and all that relates to them - have to top the bill because they are so universal and inescapable. You can choose, with a bit of effort and determination, not to take their kill shots, eat their processed junk food, drink their poisoned water, engage in their corrupt system. But no matter how hard you try, you cannot escape their weather.

It’s even worse than that, though. What a lot of even Awake people fail to grasp - I was guilty of this myself till quite recently - is how intimately connected chemtrails/weather manipulation are with the ‘global warming’ scam. I write about this in the updated edition of my book Watermelons. (You can get a copy here https://jamesdelingpole.co.uk/Shop/index.html#Books)

When I first published the book in 2012, I knew full well that the climate industry was based on one almighty lie - and that all the claims made by politicians, eco-loons and other shysters on the alleged threat of global warming rested on the shonkiest of made-up, fake science. But back then, I was still missing one piece of the jigsaw: the fact that man-made global warming IS a reality, only not in the form that They claim.

They’ve been telling us that climate is man-made and a lot of us sceptics have fallen into the trap of saying “No it’s not. Climate is a natural phenomenon - and here is the evidence.” But what, even now, most climate sceptics don’t quite dare acknowledge is that ‘natural’ weather no longer exists - and has not done so in most of our lifetimes.

In my days serving in the climate trenches, what would often happen is that the mainstream media would give great prominence to the latest unprecedented weather disaster - Cat 5 hurricanes; ice storms; wild fires destroying Australia; whatever. Then, various sceptical bloggers would put up posts patiently explaining that these weather events, though they might seem extreme, were perfectly normal in the context of climatic history. A good recent example of this was the Valencia floods.

Valencia: Man Made Climate Change is REAL

We thought we were being very clever, and pro-science, we sceptics. But actually, unwittingly, we were doing the Enemy’s work for them. The more we promoted the idea that weather and climate are both natural phenomena, the more we distracted from what was really going on behind the scenes: the Cabal were quite literally creating all the weather disasters we were doggedly insisting were normal.

Chemtrails (if understood as shorthand for weather manipulation) are the conspiracy that embraces everything: media scaremongering to promote fear and division; disaster capitalism; 15 minute cities; the war on freedom of movement, including car travel and flights; the war on public health; the war on private property; deeply sinister, unaccountable forces on a mission to torment us, control us, impoverish us, enslave us and destroy us. There is almost no area of our lives that their tentacular reach does not touch. Chemtrails are the Forces of Darkness in excess. No wonder They work so extra-hard to persuade us that they don’t exist.