Tornadoes and Debris Hallers

Rubble Ridges may cut down on the size and severity of tornadoes.

Towns hit by the May 19th and 20th, 2013 Tornado; and in Moore, Oklahoma; and coastal towns hit hardest by hurricane Sandy have mountains of debris that need to be cleared. Making mountains out of rubble in areas around low-lying, level cities in Tornado Alley is a great solution.  It wouldn’t be that hard to accomplish and would eliminate the rubble problem as well as an answer to the future tornado predicament. The following Haller Project is a relatively simple and cost effective way to contain both problems.

I suggest utilizing the National Guard and Armed Forces trucks housed in the United States. Citizen action and volunteer groups could be put into action. Personal trucks could be given a tax deduction from one point to the end point.  Let’s say from, Hoboken New Jersey, to Tuscaloosa Oklahoma, the truck owners could get, say, a hundred dollar tax deduction per square yard of trash, that may have to be worked out if there is enough rubbish and too few trucks, assuming there are people who want to help.  I assume they do.

I would suggest that private landowners and government land owners who have land that surrounds major cities that are hardest hit by tornadoes, may want to allow hills to be built on their land for, let’s say, fifty Dollars an acre tax deduction for the year 2013, in exchange for the government trucking down household debris such as sofas, desks, wall boards, and other building rubble ruined in the storm and using that to contribute to the Haller Project.  The government and local volunteers would dig holes a hundred feet deep and a mile or two in circumference, into the ground, and keep that mountain of dirt. Then fill the holes with the debris until it is a thousand feet high.  So the debris would be 1,100 feet from the base of the hole to the tip of the hill, and 1 or 2 miles in circumference but in the shape of a hill.  Run large trucks up the storm-debris hill in various patterns for a few days to compact it.  Then take the dirt from the hole, and cover the debris, and grade it so runoff is controlled.  If more dirt is necessary a small lake or pond could be dug until there’s enough dirt, and that dirt added to the mountain.  A thousand foot mountains (hills) surrounding a city, would go a long way in preventing deadly tornadoes.  Buildings, mountains, hills and bodies of water are the biggest deterrent for tornadoes.  We can use the news media to find landowners who would like to have some of their land converted into rolling hills and ponds, plus get a tax deduction to make the town safer from life-altering tornadoes.  Rolling hills make land so much more attractive, don’t you think?

Hills and lakes created on government land could become hiking and fishing destinations.

People like to help; they generally don’t know what to do.  (Helping others creates happiness and inner peace.)

Depending on the amount of debris, deadly tornadoes would be tamed to be mild tornadoes in towns that decided on building hills and mountains around them.  This project, assuming it works as well as I think it will, could go on ad-infinitum using trash from city landfills.  In fact, I think trash from landfills should be layered into the storm debris, as fill, so the dirt put on top of the finished pile will stay on top of the pile.  Extra fill can also be gotten by dredging rivers and lakes that need deeper channels.

For minimal costs we could avoid future mega disasters in tornado ridden towns and avoid infestation problems in towns affected by perfect storm Sandy.  Remember, every tornado costs the government millions upon millions of dollars.

The Presidio in San Francisco is a perfect example of what ingenuity, and volunteers with a knack for planting and gardening can do to rehab an area. It’s stunningly beautiful there!

Think Peace!

About Grace Gardener

THE NSA AND THE MOOCS WON'T LET ANYONE GET THROUGH TO ME. THEY MAY EVEN HURT YOU IF YOU TRY. See the pages in the tabs of this blog, Grace Gardener, and, A Little About Lynn Mickelsen. If you know me and I don't get back to you, then the email was intercepted. Never talk to anyone claiming to be me without asking questions to be sure. All site posts beginning 4/1/16 will be on I’m not doing this for attention. I have 107 broken bones, zero disks in my back, and I’m exhausted. I need to get through to the people who knew me for credibility: but the NSA blocks my every move. I have to have the same acknowledgement and respect for my judgement I had while I was a ghost director in Hollywood and when I was CEO of the Rand Corp. Rand has been able to keep my work anonymous and credited to other people so they can collect my pay and residuals. They figured as long as they’re erasing my memory, and taking credit for my inventions, music, acting and directing; they may as well keep the money I earned. Also, the money would be proof that I did the work, so they’ve kept me poor all of my life. The reason the conspirators made plans in front of me was because they were assured I would “Never Remember” them, their visit and the things they planned. They talked in a kind of code that I have since figured out. I would have turned them in after the meeting had I been allowed to remember. I have to operate the way I do to keep away from my captors. GRR taught me most of the tactics I use. (Now he won’t help because his memory of me is implanted.) I know it angers some corrupt NSA Officers, but it’s a fact that I was a prisoner and slave at the Rand Corporation, and the NSA helped and still helps to keep me that way. I have to make evasive maneuvers to keep me, my daughters, this country and the world safe. Meanwhile I have no where to turn. I still feel like a candle in the wind. My name was Lynn Mickelsen while I was a prisoner in a blue house and slave of a “club” based in northern New Jersey. If you know me PLEASE DON'T TRY TO CONTACT ME THROUGH THE RAND CORPORATION OR ANY OF MY FORMER EMPLOYERS OR ANY CONTACT FROM MORE THAN 9 YEARS AGO. People who tried doing this are being killed. Some people know the cult know it with a name similar to The Builder Berg Society or the Skull and Dagger Society. There's a HUGE bounty on my head that the cult I escaped from has no intention of paying. The plan is to have me killed and then to kill the person trying to collect the bounty. I thought up the plan and the amount because I thought it was going to be the plot in a movie. I told the people who wanted the plan, "This is one movie no one will want to see." In short, anyone who kills me will be killed within 24 hours and will never see a dime. Now I'm RVing but I’m still a prisoner in that I can't get in touch with anyone, and no one can get in touch with me, except in person. I found out about the other life I’d been living during a grueling five-hour conversation I detail in my Book, ‘the Conversation’ The reason I knew nothing about my own life was because I suffered selective amnesia - induced by the cult that owned me - with drugs, torture and electricity. 'The Conversation' is available in paperback at The ebook is free. I worked nights and weekends naming products, bands and internet services, or anything else the "club" wanted me to do. I would wake up in the morning and remember nothing about the work and meetings, and I never received ANY money. I could only remember my 9 - 5 job at a bank. I’ve written the eBook, ‘Garden of the Light,’ as a lighter, inspirational compliment to the eBooks – ‘the Conversation,’ and, 'the Truth about Lynn Mickelsen’ which are intended to shed new, totally different light on the current world situation and change the world for the better. Apocalypse is a Greek word meaning, ‘the Revealing of Ancient Knowledge.’ I consider the book, ‘the Conversation,’ as Apocalypse because it reveals the ancient knowledge. We'll have World Peace once we abolish child abuse. My view of Apocalypse has no battle, no war, no army. I believe the knowledge in ‘the Conversation’ is enough to save the world. The blog lists just some of the accomplishments I achieved as a slave, to let everyone I've helped over the past sixty years, who I am. I will finally claim my life! If you’re a George Lucas fan you may remember some of these strange stories that involve him. I met George on the set of American Graffiti; we got engaged when the movie wrapped. I was taken away and George was told I was dead. Five years later I was hired to figure out how to make Luke Skywalker’s farm vehicle fly. The people who handled me (owned me) forgot that I had worked for this director once before on American Graffiti and they told him I was dead. I arrived and solved Lucas’s problem for him and he tearfully remembered me and told me what had happened five years before. I stayed on the set of Star Wars long enough to name the Star Wars characters and solve another animatronics problem with Chewy’s costume. I was told it was time to leave and started to follow my jailers the way I had been programmed to, when George asked, “When will I see you again?” I began to say, “Oh, you’ll see me again,” but I realized I wasn’t certain of that because once before, when we got engaged, I never saw him again. So I turned around and started walking back toward Lucas and I asked, “How about now? Can I stay with you now? Because I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again.” George thought a second and agreed that I should stay. As I was walking back to him I saw his expression change and looked over my shoulder to see the man I had been following holding a gun on me. I kept walking because now I was sure that the story Lucas had told me about what happened five years ago, was going to happen again and I couldn’t allow that. Someone had obviously been playing with my life, and I couldn’t have that, so I kept walking toward Lucas and away from the man with the gun. Lucas’s expression changed again, this time his face was filled with fear and horror. I turned around and now there were three men holding guns on George Lucas. There was only about 20 feet of desert between us but I had to go with them in order to save Lucas’s life. So, if you’re a fan of George Lucas you may remember someone being stolen off the Star Wars set at gunpoint. That was me. Years later I was abducted and stolen from the Academy Awards. You may remember that incident - that was me. Years later I was abducted and stolen from the Elton John’s post Oscar Party that benefits his AIDs foundation. You may remember that incident - that was me. Years later Harrison Ford and George Lucas devised a plan to steal me off of the set of The Fugitive. This time I was shot with a coma drug. They used a hypodermic needle that went through my coat and slacks and into my thigh. Two bogus ambulance men came in a stolen ambulance and took me away. The only other time I saw George face to face was during the making of Howard the Duck. George Lucas and Steven Spielberg made that ridiculous movie to try to rescue me again, in case you were wondering why they made that movie. I was supposed to see Lucas again on a set of Indiana Jones but this time it was George who was drugged and abducted. This makes 8 times George Lucas tried to rescue me. I’ve spoken with Lucas on the phone only a few times over the past 40 years, and those phone calls and the conversations we had while shooting American Graffiti, are what makes up Yoda’s philosophies and Star Wars 7 – the Force Awakens. The reason the people who owned me don’t allow George and I to get together is because they don’t want World Peace. War makes them rich. The greed of a handful of people keep the word in the turmoil it’s in. The people in the entertainment industry know me as the woman with no memory and no name. If you want to know more about me, check out my blog; or read my free ebooks the Truth about Lynn Mickelsen, and, the Conversation. I‘m still trying to walk those 20 feet.
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