For those of you keeping track at home, I haven't seen the black helicopters in many weeks. On Saturday I posted about martial law. A couple of days later, a helicopter flew by just to the south of my McCompound at about 9,000 feet altitude. This afternoon two of them flew directly over my building, low and slow, at far less than 2,000. They were big, double bladed choppers.
I'm not implying anything here, just logging another entry in what is becoming a long chain of odd coincidences and if you're wondering why I'm so confident in assessing their altitude -- it's from years of skydiving and ballooning. Altitude matters.