Who’s Murdering Thousands of Chickens in South Carolina?

This is the day agriterrorism officially hit America.

The only question remains, not who, but whether there is a link to a foreign government such as Russia as described by Soviet intelligence defector, Viktor Suvorov’s, in his book entitled “Spetsnaz. The Story Behind the Soviet SAS” in chapter 15 where he discusses “Spetsnaz First World War”. Before war breaks out, random events such as this are supposed to take place. The random oil spill immediately reminds us about what happened in California just last week or even the military-style raid on a California power station.

The issue was also raised in a previous post also entitled “Spetsnaz First World War” with the following excerpts:

“A serious accident takes place on the most important oil pipeline in Alaska. The pumping stations break down and the flow of oil falls to a trickle.

“In the United States an epidemic of some unidentified disease breaks out and spreads rapidly. It seems to affect port areas particularly, such as San Francisco, Boston, Charleston, Seattle, Norfolk and Philadelphia.”

“All these operations — because of course none of these events is an accident — and others like them are known officially in the GRU as the ‘preparatory period’, and unofficially as the ‘overture’.”

Ask yourself: Was this really some random act by a disgruntled competitor or America under attack in the ‘overture’ phase?

It would be nice to be wrong about all this, but one cannot dismiss the fact that America is growing unsafer by the day which warrants keeping an open mind during highly deceitful times.

 

Somebody turned the fans off on 300,000 chickens to suffocate them—somebody who knows exactly how the industry works

The chicken farm on Brewer Road, just south of the small town of Manning in South Carolina, is hidden away down a series of winding country highways, between a patch of forest and an empty farm field. On the morning of Feb. 17 the farm’s owner, a Vietnamese immigrant named Hoangson Nguyen, was awakened by a frantic phone call. Nguyen, who goes by “Sonny,” raises birds under contract for Pilgrim’s Pride, the nation’s second-largest poultry company. An employee who checks the chicken houses each morning was shouting over the phone. Something was terribly wrong.

Nguyen sped to the farm. That morning, when the farmhand opened the door to the first building, a sophisticated warehouse designed to hold about 20,000 birds, a column of steam had billowed out. Nguyen went into the control room and saw that the temperature inside was 122F. He entered the cavernous building. It was like a sauna: The giant circular fans used to cool the chicken house had been switched off. A set of electronic alarms had also been disabled. There were thousands of dead chickens on the ground, pressed up against the walls as if they’d tried to escape. They’d been smothered to death overnight in the intense heat. Nguyen knew immediately that this wasn’t an accident. Someone had killed his flock. Continue reading