 On
the evening of July 28, 2005, the Southeast Texas sky erupts
into a hurricane of fire, dozens of miles high and wide, over
the blazing BP refinery in Texas City. Captain May's voice reveals
his fear of a BP nuclear attack. His earlier national warnings
of a Houston false flag have been validated. The tension builds
when a helicopter begins circling his position. At the end of
the interview, he calls for a military coup d'etat counterattack.
Ten
days later the coup continues:
"Ghost
Troop Officer False Flag Coup Notes",
LIBERTYISNOTFREE, 8/7/05,
http://www.vfvs.com/GhostTroopCaptainEricMay.html
The
next day Army TRADOC boss General Kevin Byrnes is relieved of
command for botching the BP false flag. The matter is mentioned
in a mostly misinformed Alex Jones story:
"Four
Star Fired For Organizing Coup Against Neo-Cons?",
Prison Planet, 8/10/05,
http://www.prisonplanet.com/articles/august2005/100805fourstargeneral.htm
For
the recording of the broadcast, please listen and copy it from
the America First Books archive of Captain May's work: http://tinyurl.com/5lx6oz
-- Transcript --
Captain May: I am down here in Houston waiting
to see if there will be a big flash. We are in condition red
here for sure. This is all combat. We have gone to infowar and
geopolitical, geostrategic equations because George Bush, that
son of a bitch, wanted to kill his home town. He wanted to burn
his home city down. And now they have blown up the factory where
they planted the bomb so that they could get the bomb out of
Houston. The Federal government has declared war on the city
of Houston. The city of my parents, my children -- our friends,
my friends. And he wanted to stab his own town in the back.
Like a rich brat stabbing his own aunt in the back to get an
endowment. First he is a cold-hearted murderer. He should be
stopped at all costs. Ghost troop wants to talk in Russian...(Russian
talk)...(Spanish talk ...I want to speak in Spanish...We are
being made deluded, insane...Bush wants to kill us in our homes...Bush
wants to kill us...)
Lenny Bloom: We are on, we are still taping...
Capt. May: This is the biggest thing since
the Hindenberg, but the big thing about it is that it is my
city down there to the South, y'all. I moved up to the north
of Houston, which is north of Texas City where all of this stuff
seems to be centered right now, unless we play the scenario
out as we predicted in the Ghost Troop 9/11-2B report. The top
target, the prime target, trying to level the decrepit, rusted
worthless ship channel, in this scenario they made us go with
it.
I swear I taste ionization in my mouth. There is flashing going
on to the south. Is it a thunder storm? Is it some kind of summer
thing? I don't know. What kind of condition are we living in
where a man has to look to this south and calculate whether
a mushroom cloud is going to engulf what echelon of his existence.
His parents, his children, himself. This is madness. It must
be stopped.
Lenny: Certainly they are probably using the
Space shuttle to coordinate this attack.
Capt. May: Oh, who knows what they are doing?
The technology they are bringing in to bear! All I see is this
electromagnetic -- like a flashing strobe on a Frankenstein,
the old 1930's Frankenstein movies, where you see what looks
like the stuff that comes off nuclear explosions. You know .
. . what the hell do I know? I was in the chemical corps. I
studied it. I taught it. I do not see any mushroom cloud. What
a hell of a night in Houston!
Lenny: Wow!
Capt. May: Welcome home George Bush! Welcome
home to Texas! He tried to burn it down. He tried to burn it
down! The son of a bitch wanted to burn down Houston. He wanted
to light up Texas City. He wanted to explode the San Jacinto
monument. He wanted to do something that would get a whole country
into a mad war against Arab countries for oil and Israeli political
interests. Another flash to the south! There it goes! You know,
what the hell is next?
Lenny: Wow! This is the only place anybody
is going to get any first-hand information. They will not get
it on the British controlled, spy-soaked, monopoly press!
Capt May: Now I am hearing rumbling down...
Again, what is this thunder? It looks like a lightening pattern.
Lenny: Just so everyone knows...
Capt May: Artillery? Is there a putsch going
on it Houston? Glory be to the Republic of Texas! Texas should
lead the way! Texas should rise up and save itself! The police
officers of Texas should get a handle on a crime scene getting
covered up! This is a crime scene being deconstructed! The same
way 9-11 was hauled down ... Another flash! ... 9-11 was hauled
down the day after the towers collapsed. The towers collapsed
in perfect symmetry.
Lenny: I just want to say the time is 22:09
hours Eastern Daylight Time Thursday the 28th of July [2005].
Go ahead!
Capt. May: My wife is in the house. We have
set up a communications center. We are in a state of warfare
to save our lives! And my wife is trying to call people in the
neighborhood who she knows in the city, in different parts,
to figure out if we can triangulate to do an estimation. I have
her doing artillery coordinates to see if my town... There it
goes again! Wow! Bigger! Man, it is like that email I wrote.
Let me give you that web site Lenny, if these are my last words...
Lenny: Give us the coordinated web site.
Capt. May: The web site is www.100777.com/9112B
Note: The group that published the report pushed Ghost Troop
to initiate an armed attack on the Houston media, to broadcast
the completely muzzled story. I believed the plan reckless,
and removed the provacateurs from the command. The publisher
pulled the report, but left an important bit of the coup history.
For the original report, see:
"9112B Report to SA Skip Midcap, FBI", Teknosis,
7/22/05, http://tekgnosis.typepad.com/tekgnosis/2005/week30/index.html
Lenny: Now when they go to the web site, where
on the web site do you want them to go?
Capt. May: Go to any of it. It is compelling
now. We are in the middle of goddamned history, man. They are
preparing to Psy-Op the country by black-oping his home town.
They are getting ready to wax us. Talk about this in the neighborhood.
You know my eccentric theory seems pretty valid when I pony
up three editorials in the Houston Chronicle saying that this
war would turn into quicksand. Saying we would be brought to
the brink of World War. Saying it could roll back and destroy
us ourselves. All those things are... There it is! Wow!! Wow!
Getting bigger. What kind of Tae Kwon Do block can you give
to a friggin' mushroom cloud? More George Bush does not do a
fair fight. Don't let him fool you. Again! Ascending. I haven't
a clue.
Lenny: So there is a big battle going on there?
Capt. May: I cannot believe they are going
to keep the grid all night long. Something irregular is going
on. Again. Freaky electronic power being controlled directly
into the stratosphere. Like, God, I have got to get my coordinates
ready. Let me get my compass out. I am looking north. Directly
to the south. That puts it directly through an axis in central
Houston, Clear Lake, going clear out to Texas City. It could
be a flash in any direction along that to me. Again, from my
position, and oh boy. I hear the cop siren going. Well, this
may be it folks. Another flash. From where I am, the coordinates
are going to be the same. The Ignatius Loyola Church, we will
make our Alamo there. I was baptized in the church of the Sacred
heart in El Paso. La Iglesia del Corazon Sagrado, by Father
Marshall. It sure looks like it was a good idea. And Father
Garcia, who is the prior of the pastorage, at the time said
it was a good idea. And it looks like I have one prophecy more
than I care to have folks [voice breaking at 9.00 minutes into
the interview]. I think I called them right all along. From
where I am at the St. Ignatius Church, I am looking up Lenny,
and from where I am looking, to the south, probably 45 degrees
up into the atmosphere. So we are talking about something that
as you look from the center of a clock is up there at 9:30.
Yes, this is up there, above level on the horizon. It is half
way up to vertical, 45 degrees up, folks. That is the best coordinate
I can give you. And that is real irregular lightening. It is
not lightening. It is pulses from a single source. God knows
what they are doing. Are they simulating a big British Petroleum
explosion. Are they staging raids with the CIA and they are
in there in guerrilla units. You know, what are they doing down
there? I have not turned on the TV, and God knows what that
is going to tell me anyway.
Lenny: Captain May, there is this BP oil refinery
where they had planted an atomic device, is that correct?
Capt May: That is the way we are reading it
Lenny, unless the flare is an abort code, and they are doing
a massive distraction operation to get away from the scene like
9-11. They think on Hollywood terms. They look British but they
act Yiddish. That is it. And right now there is something going
on. I would not be surprised if tactical forces are not pretty
close to being deployed, because you would have to have them
out in an operation of this scale. God knows that stuff has
got to be 20 miles off. It is 45 degrees over my shoulder. Every
time it goes I flinch.
Lenny: And it is no accident the space shuttle
is up there . . .
Capt. May: Did we talk about EMP [Electro-Magnetic
Pulse]? They are setting it up in the media. EMP is a localized
phenomenon. They have set it up in the media, because they are
set to do one of those British-Yiddish miracles, like 9/11 itself,
there is going to be darkness. My God that went horizontal across
the 45 degree plane! It went from straight in front of me to
out my right eye. There is weird stuff going on up there. Weird
stuff. And it is big stuff. Either that or it looks like it
to me, but I am not hearing it. God! Man! The flash, and I am
not getting any bang right now. It is just all flash. Now my
God there is so much flash I cannot believe there is no bang
yet. God, let's hope bang does not get here. You know what bang
comes before. Bang comes before smack! You know when we start
hearing bang, that means smack is somewhere next. This is like
hurricane Bush bearing down on his home town. There is your
tag man. Hurricane Bush blowing beau coup! Code name Beau Coup!
Hurricane Bush blowing, codename Beau Coup!
Lenny: Captain May, why don't we take a quick
break and get this up on the Internet for everybody, and then
we will call you back.
Capt. May: These are Captain's orders that
are going down as we talk, brother. Good bye and I hope not
farewell. I am out!
Lenny: Bye, bye. In twenty minutes I will
call you.
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For further reading:
"Military Analysis by Captain Eric H. May",
The Lone Star Iconoclast, 2010,
http://lonestaricon.com/index.php?option=com_
content&view=category&layout=blog&id=46&Itemid=95
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