Residents of Starkton, Colorado, never suspected that unseen hands had orchestrated months of inconveniences and strange coincidences. Read “Agenda 21 Comes to Colorado” next month.
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Can your heart stand the shocking facts about Agenda 21?
I’m thrilled to announce that my graphic novel coloring book “Agenda 21 Comes to Colorado” will hit the shelves next month. This isn’t just a book; it’s a revelation, a vibrant journey into the shadowy depths of global conspiracies where truth and fiction blur.
Agenda 21, a plan devised by the United Nations, is often dismissed as a harmless sustainability program. But delve deeper, and you’ll uncover its sinister core: a blueprint for global domination, aiming to usurp national sovereignty and control every aspect of our lives. From the food we eat to the land we cherish, Agenda 21 seeks to redistribute wealth, enforce population control, and undermine our freedoms under the guise of environmental sustainability.
Why are more and more people waking up to the United Nations as a threat to our sovereignty? Because the evidence is undeniable. “Agenda 21 Comes to Colorado” is more than a coloring book — it’s a call to action, a vivid exploration of the encroaching tentacles of global governance cloaked in the benign language of sustainability.
Prepare to be awakened, enlightened, and entertained as you color your way through the veiled truths and dark secrets of Agenda 21. This is not just any graphic novel; it’s a portal to the truth, a visual guide through the murky waters of international politics and covert agendas. Get ready to question, to wonder, and to see the world anew. “Agenda 21 Comes to Colorado” is coming, and the truth will be colored in bolder shades than ever before.
Get your Crayolas ready.
I found my SweeTarts sugar high at a girls reform school
Morrison, Colorado, the early 1960s. No street address, just a big-ass mailbox on a Rural Route. I spent my days in 4-H, raising sheep, a pig, chickens, and ducks. Tried to tame our Shetland pony from hell and yearned to be one of the cool kids who rode in the Westernaires.
Out past our back field, U.S. 285 bulked up like Stallone for a Rambo flick, ballooning from two to four lanes as Colorado lit the fuse for its population explosion.
Up the road, you could see Lakehurst, a world of tomorrow whose show homes featured built-in vacuum cleaners. No need to haul that bulkiy canister upstairs and down — just carry that hose from room to room and plug it into any strategically located wall receptacle connected to a central vacuum in the basement.
But forget all that, I’m here to talk SweeTarts.
Back then, getting candy wasn’t a stroll to 7-Eleven. You’d have to talk your parents into driving you to Safeway or King Soopers miles away.
But me and the local gang discovered a gold mine. Residents at a reform school for girls a quarter-mile away ran a little commissary. Like some twisted Willy Wonka setup, they’d sell candy to the staff, inmates, and neighborhood kids.
So there I was, my pocket change jangling louder than Elvis’ hips.
I walked in, eyeing those shelves like I’d hit the jackpot in Vegas. Laid my coins down. “Gimme a SweeTarts,” I told the girl behind the counter. To my disappointment, she looked more like the girl next door than the girl behind some outlaw biker.
First bite? I hit the motherlode. A punch of tang and sweet; it was like the Beatles and the Stones jamming in my mouth. A rock concert of flavor. Each color a different opening act, all leading to that headliner — pure satisfaction. And from then on, I was hooked. . .
Bad girls and good candy!
Years roll by. Life’s been a spaghetti western of ups and downs, but those SweeTarts? They stayed the same.
So here’s my toast to SweeTarts, the candy of outlaws and reform school rascals. Whether you’re from the country or the big city doesn’t matter. Those little discs pack a punch like Ali.
And if you’ve never had ’em? Well, what are you waiting for?
L.T. Hanlon 