Tales from Camp Quayle

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Tales from Camp Quayle
Jacqueline Weaver https://trackingmeroz.wordpress.com

In the midst of a grove of trees beside flowing waters, in the darkness and blackness of night, a group of men sit around a campfire sharing their deepest secrets. This is a Buildaburger night, prepper style, at Bohemian Grove II, fifty yards from Camp Quayle in Bozeman, Montana.
Hagmann: Hello, this is Wednesday, July first 2015, and we are coming to you live…
Hawk: this is Hawk coming to you alive…
Quayle: Tonight is critical. We are here to share our deepest darkest moments…What is that droning noise?
Hagmann: Oh, Oh, W has arrived, and he has already begun to share his stories.
Quayle: I thought I told him to stay far away from me. What does he think this is, a Free Speech Zone? I’m in charge here.
Hagmann: I lured him here by telling him that I would take a bullet for him. After all he is the real American James Bond. I told him we were having a snipe hunt.
Hawk: This is the Hawk coming to you live…
V: What is the matter with Hawk? Why does he keep repeating the same line over and over again?
Quayle: He forgot his night vision goggles, and he is having trouble reading his script. But tonight is critical,we are going to tell real horror stories around the campfire, like real men do when they are out in the depth of the wilderness, eating their prepper supplies.
Pastor Lankford: I know I need to repent of this, but I need to use the little boys room, and I don’t like to stare at a tree when it is so dark out.
Quayle: Follow that light 150 feet away, and my wife will let you use the loo in the house. And when you come back, bring my coat of armor, please.
W: Did you know that I was written up in the American Spectator in 1997? I am the real deal. That investigative reporter James Rain Adams said I am a private researcher, tracking down infamous and dangerous men. And he also mentioned that I know Michael Reagan, the son of President Reagan. I’m famous under my real name. Ask Marinka Peschmann.
V: She knows my real identity too. Doug, if you are so smart, why did you let her in the door? Now W and I have to pretend we are banished from Camp Quayle.
Hawk: Mighty Men of Valour, it is time to march down to the river and retrieve a bucket of water as it is time to eat a prepper dinner. Here W and V, (handing them a bucket) prove yourselves and get us water.
V: It is dark out there. And it is time for Plan V. What is Holly and Stan serving up at the house, anyway?
W: Make Lankford go. It is his turn. I am going to hunt for snipe using a night vision drone.
Hagmann: Drone, what drone? Oh you mean you are going to start telling stories again. Folks, you will have to trust me on this. Look, if W told me there is an alien invasion on the White House Lawn, I wouldn’t even have to turn on my TV.
W: Well, ah, ah, good, as it does not appear that Quayle has provided us with a TV out here.
Quayle: I have too. Henry Gruver, Romy and my intercessors are out walking the perimeter. Between them with their remote viewing capabilities and their out of body experiences, they are better than CNN.
Hagmann: Where is that water. I am starving. W, if anyone can do it, you can do it. I will just tell you that.
W: (still droning on) …Well, I will try you know. You and I have talked over the weekend and I, you know, said that maybe I needed to come on and just clarify some things during the course of the week, you know. The end of the week. The situation there for Stan went ahead and moved us forward to today, so you know this is the day it is. You know, it is a conversation we had discussed having with your listeners. Anyways, this week, it just happened a little earlier in the week than I had personally anticipated…
Quayle: I am beginning to understand why I can’t stand you WW. You are Wishy Washy. Marinka was wrong. Your name is not Wayne Willott. It is Wishy Washy.
Hawk: This is the Hawk coming to you Alive! I’m starving, and I can’t wait any longer for someone to rehydrate the beef stroganoff. I am opening a can of Campbell’s Chunky Soup.
Lankford: I’m back. Is it time to go to bed?
Quayle: Bed? We are Watchmen, and we never sleep!!! Has the world gone mad? This moment is Critical. What You People don’t understand is that this is a Q Alert. I’ve received a critical Q Alert. V, what I hate about you is that I am on your list for receiving Critical Alerts, and I never receive any from you. V, WishyWashy, go down to the river and get us some water, now!!!
W:(still droning) And certainly, my thoughts and prayers are with Stan and Holly. I mean the work that they have done and kind of plowing the ground to get people to just start thinking differently…
Lankford: I know they have gotten me to think differently. While you are trying to rehydrate your dinner, did you know that Stan and Holly just grilled me a big juicy steak, with baked potatoes and all the toppings? In a moment when I feel like repenting of being here, I am going back to the house to have a home made apple pie and ice cream.
Quayle: I am about to throw all of you trolls under the bridge. Is no one listening? I just received a Critical Q Alert from someone named Aurora Justicia. My numbers man says that equates to Global Intelligence, or the Heart of the Numberer of the Balances. They wanted to know the GPS coordinates of the DUMB located in Bozeman, Montana. Also they said that a bunker buster was headed my way. So I threw them off. I said, NONE IN BOZEMAN.
Hagmann: None what in Bozeman?
Quayle: DUMBs you idiot!!!!
W: Now who is calling who DUMB? Don’t you insult the guy who is willing to take a bullet for me. I am the real American James Bond, you know.
Hagmann: W, where is that bucket of water I asked for?
V: Plan V, Plan V. gotta go.
W: Good by Panama Jack. I am on my way out too.
Hagmann: Between you, Steve Quayle, Stan and others, you dragged me, drugged me, dragged me, and drugged me kicking and screaming…
Hawk: The Hawk is coming to you live. I found my night vision goggles and some of you are off script. I feel a Q Alert coming on. Let’s all head to the lower floor of the DUMB which is under Steve’s basement.
Lankford (returning after having dessert). It is too late. They heard all the droning going on out here, and they all ran into the underground bunker and locked the door!!!!! Q Alert!!
Quayle: This is critical. What most people don’t understand…. Hey, where is everyone? This is Camp Quayle. I am in charge. This is not a free speech zone. Help, Help!!! I repeat, NONE IN BOZEMAN!!! I WAS JUST KIDDING WHEN I SAID I WAS ON THE RED LIST. I AM ONE OF YOU………………
The above is truth stranger than fiction. You are now leaving the twilight zone. And Aurora Justicia really did send a Q Alert to Camp Quayle. And Steve really did answer NONE IN BOZEMAN. Now, how DUMB can one be?

Subject: Re: Tales from Camp Quayle Wed Jul 08, 2015 2:50 am

I just spewed Sam Adams Boston Lager all over my keyboard! I think I'll pop-a-top on another glass of cheer to celebrate one of the funniest postings I've seen on this board in a long loooooong time. You earned some rep points for that one Jrcole.

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Subject: Re: Tales from Camp Quayle Wed Jul 08, 2015 8:58 am

Instant classic! Good enough to put wind back in the sails. thank you

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Subject: Re: Tales from Camp Quayle Wed Jul 08, 2015 9:59 pm

researcher wrote:: I just spewed Sam Adams Boston Lager all over my keyboard! I think I'll pop-a-top on another glass of cheer to celebrate one of the funniest postings I've seen on this board in a long loooooong time. You earned some rep points for that one Jrcole.

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https://trackingmeroz.wordpress.com/2015/07/10/aurora-justicia-looks-for-a-job/

The Story Continues...

http://www.stevequayle.com/index.php?s=33&d=1485

LOOKING TO HIRE, ON A CONTRACT BASIS, SOMEONE WHO IS MENSA LEVEL SPECIALIST IN PATTERN RECOGNITION AND HAS PROVEN TRACK RECORD IN CRYPTOGRAPHY–RESPONDENT MUST BE ABLE TO DIGITIZE 2 ND 3 DIMENSIONAL OBJECT FOR COMPARATIVE LINGUISTICS-CONTACT ME AT STEVE777@STEVEQUAYLE.COM

Jul 9, 2015

Aurora Justicia, who just the other day had sent a Critical Alert to the Buildaburger Meeting at Camp Quayle, and had received an email response from Steve777, was eager to find work, so she answered the Q Alert Ad above. Not one to be ignored, she hopped a bus, arriving at Bozeman in the wee hours of the morn, and arrived at Camp Quayle while Steve Quayle was in the shower listening to the sound of running water.

Tales from Camp Quayle Great-bear-constellation

Great Bear Constellation hovering over Camp Quayle

Knock, Knock, Knock.

Knock, Knock, Knock. Steve, getting out of the shower, heard the bunker buster type noise at his front door, and yelled “NONE IN BOZEMAN. I REPEAT, NONE IN BOZEMAN!!” Aurora Justicia replied, “I’m here for the job of Binary Code Expert who also speaks Spanish for help in deciphering Geo-glyphs.”

The door opened a crack, and Steve peered out. “Are you a Mensa level specialist in pattern recognition and have a proven track record in cryptography?”

“Sure, why not” Aurora answered. She knew that Alexander Backman, the most qualified candidate, was not about to work alongside a Bozeman. And Stan Deyo was still locked up in the DUMB in Steve’s basement. W was playing Mr. Invisible…. Michael Erevna, the author of RevelationNow.com, had better things to do….Aurora’s chances for this job were going up.

Fudging it a bit, Aurora Justicia got bold. She said to Steve777, “Of course I am highly qualified, but I am not sure that I can work for anyone who would live in a town called Bozeman, which interpreted in a digitalized second and third dimensional object for comparative linguistics sake, would look like a Bozo Man or a Booze Man, in accordance with highly standardized pattern recognition. So, Mr. Steve777, I need to give you a Mensa level IQ test. Which side is up on this symbol?”, showing him the official Confederate Flag.

Confederate flag

Steve answered, “I’m from the north, how would I know? And why are you asking me questions? Fools Russian where angels fear to tread.”

Aurora Justicia, taking offense, “I did not come all this way to be overrun by Russians. What is your plan to stop the Rusies (rhymes with Lucies) like Hawk and Dave Hodge have warned us about?”

Steve777: If that should happen, Stan Deyo will let me into the DUMB under my house.

Aurora: Well, that top commenter BarbF ( who is onto you, little man), has proven through aerial photos that your little corner of Bozeman is shaped like a Pentagon. What if the Russians overfly your house, and see that? My plan is that you are to fly the Confederate Flag night and day with a light on it. That way the Russians will think that they have reached Fort Sumter in the Deep South. Then someone will think, Didn’t they tear down that flag already? And while they fly around the flag pole, not knowing which side is up, and becoming confused, the Russian planes will have to recheck their orientation, and you know what will happen after that don’t you?

Steve777: No, what?

Aurora: They will use Common Sense to recheck their war plans, and head down to Arizona looking for Dave Hodges.

Steve777: Wow, you really understand this stuff.

Aurora: Si.

Steve777: So you are fluent in Spanish?

Aurora: Si. Do you speak Spanish?

Steve777: No.

Aurora: Si, you do speak Spanish. You No as much as I do, and I whereas I am fluent, you are very affluent, Si?

Steve777: All this “SiSi” stuff reminds me that I am ordering a pizza for lunch. Care to stay? Tell me more about pattern recognition. Did you actually pass the Mensa exam?

Aurora: I passed it with flying the colors of the Confederate flag. I gave them the same test that I gave you. They were so confused by a real world example of pattern recognition, that they decided I was a genius, and made me Presidentia of their little club.

Steve777: Presidentia? Is that Spanish or something?

Aurora: Si. Now tell me what your problemo is that you had to place an ad in Q Alerts.

Steve777: That south of the border ruffian, Alexander Backman, is making fun of me again. He linked to some website, and forwarded the link in Spanish.

Aurora: I will translate, (huddling over the translate into English button), and oh yes, it is a link to that website called Tracking the Leopard Meroz. Yes, I see it now, it is coming in clear. Which post did you want translated, Tales from Camp Quayle or Night of the Betrayers: Communion of the Blood Crowned with Dirt?

Steve777: Whoa, better to leave it in Spanish; that way my listeners and readers will never know.

Aurora: But it was originally published in English. If I were you I would change your phone number.

Steve777: I can’t do that. All my gold and silver buyers have that number on speed dial. And if they have less than $500 ( I hate poor people), I suggest that they buy prepper supplies. The dehydrated beef stroganoff is good, if you can find water.

Aurora: Well, the author of this blog is tracking you and poised for an assault. Your phone number equals a number decoded as The Man of Meroz Revealed. And look, this site even has a post discussing the prophecies you received in the shower.

Steve777: How dare they listen to my secret messages on the Hagmann and Hagmann radio show! These messages are for true believers only.

Aurora: Have you tried Singing in the Rain, instead of the shower? I hear that Thunder and Lightning prevent spies from hearing or seeing you. Better yet, if you make a shower curtain of the Confederate Flag for your outdoor shower, it will confuse the Russians.

Steve777: Brilliant idea. I am so glad that we talked. Well it is getting to be nightfall, and I am going to hit the sack.

Aurora: Do I get the job?

Steve777: Why should I give you the job? You answered all my questions, and since we did not have a written contract, I do not have to pay you.

Aurora: You…. you Judas!!! You tricked me. Look up, I see a Russian Bear hovering over Camp Quayle!!

Steve777: Ahhhh!!!!! They are here just like Dave Hodges predicted!!!! Quick, I have to hide myself in a Confederate Flag.

Aurora: (getting on the bus to go home). I dialed 911, and The Feds are on their way to arrest Steve777 for displaying a Confederate flag. Good thing I never signed anything in writing with him.

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