The Empire of Lies
Do the math. The crime is committed and some two years later a rook is taken, but the king, queen, both bishops, both knights and one rook still stand.
That is, the CIA agent's cover was broken and her contacts in other countries imperiled, but the Empire of Lies is still standing, and can lie, and can lie, and can lie, far-far faster than you can catch on or catch up; and the rook can be replaced..
Now, a few days before God smacks this Empire of Lies in Operation Roll-Over, let's turn to what I was asked to talk about today, the fines, penalties and payments that must be satisfied if America is not to be put through the paper shredder of Hell; and frankly, I love that shredder, so pay or not pay, it doesn't matter to me.
When America enslaved me and began its torture I made one quiet announcement one evening telepathically in Laguna Beach, California. Standing in front of my home-destroyed, in the hollow of my marriage-destroyed, in the shadow of my life-destroyed, I established America's terms of surrender.
Perhaps six months later that announcement was mocked by a couple of Florida jackasses in Tallahassee. That mockery constituted both excellent military intelligence for me and acceptance of my terms. Gesturing to me in a grocery store line, one said to the other, "This is costing us one thousand dollars a day".
Those terms I announced telepathically were that America would pay me $1,000 per day per state, totaling $50,000 a day, for every day I was so enslaved.
As time went by the torture of me became greater and greater, especially after this current liar-president became false-president, at which time the level of torture increased to wanton torture-murder.
All the presidents from Nixon on supported drowning me, but after the Republican American Fascists stole the White House in 2000 the drowning was done in boiling water.
Because of this national torture a second set of penalties was introduced, that being criminal charges against all torturers I could identify, these ranging from neighbors to co-workers to the sheriff of San Luis Obispo County, California. to Senator Dianne Feinstein of California, to the God-damned Faux-President of the United States of America, and all his whores and all his men.
The charge is torture and attempted murder by torture; and those American psycho-fascists charged have the right to what I never had the right to, a trial.
As the death toll for the lack of my information grew, and as presidency after presidency carried on the torture-enslavement of me, a series of good faith payments were imposed, starting with less than one million dollars and now standing at 10 billion dollars.
(If you think this is a lot, consider how many billions of dollars have been lost and squandered and since 9/11, an event I could easily have prevented had I been a free American man.)
This good faith payment is to be made immediately upon my emancipation and in one lump sum, in gold at the value of gold when I was first enslaved.
Without this payment I will continue to consider America as not acting in good faith with me; and frankly I do not believe America is capable of acting in good faith with any person or any nation or with God, Empire of Lies that it is.
It is not my intention to buy 500 million Cadillac cars with this money, but it is my intention to legally adopt as many millions of orphaned children as will have me. I underscore "legally adopt" and not simply otherwise support them, making them my legal heirs.
It is also my intent to demonstrate with the use of my tens of billions of dollars in gold that there is financial profit in saving our Earth from death. I mean by this I intend to get richer through helping to save our Earth; and that saving our Earth from death must not, I repeat must not, involve the killing of human beings as Republican American Fascism and various other units of fascism around the world have planned.
So, Dear Reader, this is enough old business for today, tomorrow we go to new business; tomorrow we leave the dreadful science of economics behind and pick up the magnificent science of space war.
In that regard I will return briefly to the chess motif I opened with today.
When the U.S. State Department government pigs railroaded me into prison in Singapore, when a God-damned US Marine embassy guard mocked me, me, a man who had carried a screaming wounded Marine through shrapnel and machine-gun fire, I learned something about the American soul, that pitiful soul now so close to the shredder.
In Singapore Prison I also learned something about chess. On my cellblock there were many Chinese, some gangsters, some political prisoners, some murderers and some thieves, and some like me there for not being able to leave Singapore; and they often played a game of chess that is common in China.
In that game, when you take an opponent's piece that piece belongs to you and you can put it aside and use it as your own, and further you can put it back on the field of battle anywhere you want any time you want.
As you chess players will readily see, this adds a whole new dimension to the game.
Space war in something like that. In space war the dead belong to me. The soldiers you squander in Iraq like pennies tossed into the Wishing Well of Hell are recruited by the forces of God; and believe me, Dear Reader, dead though they may be they are ready, willing and able to destroy the servants of Satan who ordered them into Satan's war.
This recruitment of dead soldiers by God is an aspect of the great mystery of Jesus' three days in Hell after the crucifixion.
In God's army there are dead soldiers from every army ever to have gone to war; but this does not mean all dead soldiers are in God's army. We space sailors call these recruited solders of God, The Second Flank.
More of this tomorrow, as Halloween approaches, as terror comes in the terror-night.
That is, the CIA agent's cover was broken and her contacts in other countries imperiled, but the Empire of Lies is still standing, and can lie, and can lie, and can lie, far-far faster than you can catch on or catch up; and the rook can be replaced..
Now, a few days before God smacks this Empire of Lies in Operation Roll-Over, let's turn to what I was asked to talk about today, the fines, penalties and payments that must be satisfied if America is not to be put through the paper shredder of Hell; and frankly, I love that shredder, so pay or not pay, it doesn't matter to me.
When America enslaved me and began its torture I made one quiet announcement one evening telepathically in Laguna Beach, California. Standing in front of my home-destroyed, in the hollow of my marriage-destroyed, in the shadow of my life-destroyed, I established America's terms of surrender.
Perhaps six months later that announcement was mocked by a couple of Florida jackasses in Tallahassee. That mockery constituted both excellent military intelligence for me and acceptance of my terms. Gesturing to me in a grocery store line, one said to the other, "This is costing us one thousand dollars a day".
Those terms I announced telepathically were that America would pay me $1,000 per day per state, totaling $50,000 a day, for every day I was so enslaved.
As time went by the torture of me became greater and greater, especially after this current liar-president became false-president, at which time the level of torture increased to wanton torture-murder.
All the presidents from Nixon on supported drowning me, but after the Republican American Fascists stole the White House in 2000 the drowning was done in boiling water.
Because of this national torture a second set of penalties was introduced, that being criminal charges against all torturers I could identify, these ranging from neighbors to co-workers to the sheriff of San Luis Obispo County, California. to Senator Dianne Feinstein of California, to the God-damned Faux-President of the United States of America, and all his whores and all his men.
The charge is torture and attempted murder by torture; and those American psycho-fascists charged have the right to what I never had the right to, a trial.
As the death toll for the lack of my information grew, and as presidency after presidency carried on the torture-enslavement of me, a series of good faith payments were imposed, starting with less than one million dollars and now standing at 10 billion dollars.
(If you think this is a lot, consider how many billions of dollars have been lost and squandered and since 9/11, an event I could easily have prevented had I been a free American man.)
This good faith payment is to be made immediately upon my emancipation and in one lump sum, in gold at the value of gold when I was first enslaved.
Without this payment I will continue to consider America as not acting in good faith with me; and frankly I do not believe America is capable of acting in good faith with any person or any nation or with God, Empire of Lies that it is.
It is not my intention to buy 500 million Cadillac cars with this money, but it is my intention to legally adopt as many millions of orphaned children as will have me. I underscore "legally adopt" and not simply otherwise support them, making them my legal heirs.
It is also my intent to demonstrate with the use of my tens of billions of dollars in gold that there is financial profit in saving our Earth from death. I mean by this I intend to get richer through helping to save our Earth; and that saving our Earth from death must not, I repeat must not, involve the killing of human beings as Republican American Fascism and various other units of fascism around the world have planned.
So, Dear Reader, this is enough old business for today, tomorrow we go to new business; tomorrow we leave the dreadful science of economics behind and pick up the magnificent science of space war.
In that regard I will return briefly to the chess motif I opened with today.
When the U.S. State Department government pigs railroaded me into prison in Singapore, when a God-damned US Marine embassy guard mocked me, me, a man who had carried a screaming wounded Marine through shrapnel and machine-gun fire, I learned something about the American soul, that pitiful soul now so close to the shredder.
In Singapore Prison I also learned something about chess. On my cellblock there were many Chinese, some gangsters, some political prisoners, some murderers and some thieves, and some like me there for not being able to leave Singapore; and they often played a game of chess that is common in China.
In that game, when you take an opponent's piece that piece belongs to you and you can put it aside and use it as your own, and further you can put it back on the field of battle anywhere you want any time you want.
As you chess players will readily see, this adds a whole new dimension to the game.
Space war in something like that. In space war the dead belong to me. The soldiers you squander in Iraq like pennies tossed into the Wishing Well of Hell are recruited by the forces of God; and believe me, Dear Reader, dead though they may be they are ready, willing and able to destroy the servants of Satan who ordered them into Satan's war.
This recruitment of dead soldiers by God is an aspect of the great mystery of Jesus' three days in Hell after the crucifixion.
In God's army there are dead soldiers from every army ever to have gone to war; but this does not mean all dead soldiers are in God's army. We space sailors call these recruited solders of God, The Second Flank.
More of this tomorrow, as Halloween approaches, as terror comes in the terror-night.
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