Coming Home

I have just gotten to Starbucks on my natal day.  It is also Thanksgiving.  My sister and brother in law are in town, and they came in with me to get a treat.  I haven't written since Sunday, and it is important that I document my trip.  Aircraft were experimental.  When I was being driven from the airport on Friday, I saw a new, lighter, version of a stealth bomber.  I think that it was actually working, thus did not show on radar, but it definitely was flying properly.  When we were driving past The Air Force Academy, I saw a jet flying in front of a large drone plane.  Both were, again, working properly.  The drone was even handling the wind properly.  A few weeks ago I said that this trip was to be an advancement of aeronautical engineering.  The Apache helicopter was documenting our progress as we got closer to the Denver Airport.  They normally cannot fly in that air space.  Once I got to the airport, I noticed two Sikhs checking their luggage inside.  By using the restroom before getting in line, I overlapped with them properly and pulled lead Sikh, SINGH, through.  I then saw at least 4 more Sikhs in the terminal.  Three had turbans, some were modern style.  TSA was a quick run through.  We had no line at all.  That has never happened there, but it was especially strange because we were coming up on a holiday.  I sat on a bench to wait for my mother, and a Sikh sat next to me.  He was putting these large high top tennis shoes in his carry on.  I said, " So you are playing a Mr. Rogers."  He looked a little timid and said, "They are a gift for my son."  They let him through.  The fact that he spoke was quite the compliment.  I got that the Sikh community had the airport locked down, so no phantom packages were placed in the hallways, especially under beams, that, if shattered, would collapse the whole vicinity, even the geology.  Sikhs have been displaced since 9/11.  They had refused to take off their turbans, in an open, public place.  Modern Sikhs stayed away in protest so that they could still be honored by their older generation.  They live as spies in our economy.  Well, they are free to fly now.  THEY are the ones who will help the FBI identify terrorists from my homeland.  American born royals will be checked and rechecked, and never granted precheck again.  I noticed, as we waited, that there was a priest about to get on our plane.  He reeked of The Vatican Basement where witchery studies are conducted on 13 year old "demonically possessed" girls are documented going in and out of demonic phase.  After flying with me, I think that he knows that these girls are just expressing their own demonic, and the humanity is stealing something that is heavenly.  That basement will now be cemented in.  These demons will scream silently as the cement dries for 100 years.  The cement will be smashed into ashes and they will be uses dor demonic smudging in Madrid, Spain.  I said hello to the pilots in the cockpit.  I asked if it was going to be a safe flight.  They said yes.  I said to the head pilot that he looked like my uncle, but he is Delta, and we were on Southwest.  We had a jumper pilot, and she was sitting right next to me, but was called up to allow another passenger the seat.  She looked very Catholic.  The pilot got on the address systems and would joke like my Uncle John when I was a baby to keep me calm in flight after a very terrifying torture plane episode I was asked to endure at the age of 6 months.  It was around the world, militarily, in 16 hours, even refueling midair.  It would just drop at unknown times.  It was a vomit commit.  The only one that has actually existed.  I watched The Kardashians before my flight and an "in cognito"  Kylie Jenner was on the plane with hair died sandy blond hair a little shorter and basically no makeup.  I think the flight attendant recognized her bracelet from TV.  Kaitlin Jenner was tunneling through and so she was looking a little male.  The flight crew was very military, especially the male, heterosexual, Latino one.  I sat right over the right engine.  There were rolling brown outs as we flew over our route.  It was freaky.  Cockpit telepathy told me to check it out.  I told no one.  I did have a great view of the moon.  I felt like that was a gift.  Lift was all inside my intestines, and breaking after landing was in my feet and upper body. I watched "Housewives of Orange County", a little "Entertainment Tonight", and then, finally "WWE RAW" on the plane.  I needed Raw.  I was laughing so hard.  It was just a way to deal with my frustration and unconscious stress.  My mom hates all of these types of shows.  She made that very known.   My sister flew in late last night, and they were asked to check their carry ons due to "flight time" needing to be perfect due to the copilots error on his time card.  They said that TSA was quick too.  She was also given 2 free drinks.  They were on Southwest.  I felt like she saw it like I do.  It is just a little celebration of her notoriety.