Cast the First Stone

 
I do not want to bummer your New Year's Eve, but you have a terrible Alaska Disaster approaching.  There are two codes so far, "Thermo-Nuclear Explosion" and "Cast the First Stone"; but for now,  take a cup of kindness, and don't drive drunk.
 

Silver Spoon Toxicity

 
It is unfortunate that the United States of American has a tendency to elect men to the Presidency who were born with silver spoons in their mouths; this creates a silver spoon toxicity which stunts the office.
 
Republican Abe Lincoln; Republican George W. Bush; juxtapose.
 
While this tendency is tragically exemplified in George W. Bush, it permeates American history and it carries the concept of wealth-nobility into American democracy, and where this concept of wealth-nobility exists there can be no true democracy.
 
Skill, talent, courage, intelligence, record-worth-standing-on, these are not the portfolio for the American Presidency today; name-recognition, money, and family are.
 
For George W. Bush to be elected President all he had to do was avoid death in Vietnam, and not be totally swallowed up by drunkenness and cocaine addiction.  That's it.  Period.  He never had to do anything of merit.
 
This means that when meritorious action is required, such as after Katrina, he hasn't the metal for it.
 
For real people seeking political office, life is tough meat and they have to be a sharp knife; for silver-spoon babies like George W. Bush, life is warm butter and a butter knife is knife enough.
 
What this means in today's terms, with a silver spoon baby in the White House, is that the baby never had to be a real man, he never had to hone his mind, never had to put his ideas on the poker table of ideas because he always knew he could beat four Aces with his Daddy's Duce.
 
His path was clear from the start, cradle to White House, barring screw-ups beyond repair and barring the competition of other silver-spoon babies.
 
One of the core reasons for the American Revolution was to get away from the tyranny of stupidity inherent in the silver spoon toxicity of the prince-to-king system.
 
Silver spoon toxicity stunted George W. Bush's mind at 14; unlucky for you, unlucky for the world, lucky for Satan.
 
America is packed to the rafters with people more qualified to be President than George W. Bush, people who made their own way, cut their own path, put their lives on the line time after time on bloody battlefields far away.
 
Those people did this while the silver spoon baby diddled with flying, more playing dress-up with a sock in his pants than rising to be a real fighter jock; and diddled with schooling, buying C-average degrees unavailable to the poor, the diligent, and the studious.
 
George W. Bush never really studied history, and now warps the future; never really studied military science, and now plays commander-in-chief in the sandbox; never really learned the craft of statesmanship, and now does not realize real people in power can see he is just a pompous, undereducated, immature boy in the body of a pompous, undereducated immature man.
 
I mention this today because this stupid son of a bitch is a hair's breadth away from destroying the world.
 
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Continuing my series of classified ads in the hope of finding a home where I can live and work in peace and freedom, I today ask any elected person within the borders of the United States of America to offer me such a place in his or her constituency.
 
Thank you,
 
Virgil Kret
I.C. News
Icnews360@aol.com
P.O. Box 43
Morro Bay, CA  93443
(805) 452-9094
 
 
 

An Important Victory

 
I thought today we might review my victory over the United States of America on and just after Christmas Day, how it took place, and how it is important to America's future.
 
Sure, it was only one battle won in my war for freedom from America's tyranny over me, but I suggest it was as important as Washington's defeat of the British and the Hessians at Trenton on and just after Christmas Day, 1776.
 
On Thursday, December 22, a week ago, in my report entitled "Between Iraq and a Hard Place", I said:
 
 "Follow George W. Bush, and you follow him into the fire", then Bush went to Texas for Christmas, and Texas and Oklahoma caught on fire.
 
Dear Reader, I am that Hard Place.
 
I ended that report with the line, "Here comes Santa Claus, crossing the Delaware".
 
On Friday, December 23, in my report entitled "Collateral Damnation", I made repeated, somewhat rhythmic, references to crossing the Delaware in the course of reviewing crimes committed against me and mine by America and Americans.
 
On Saturday, December 24, in my report entitled "Wish List", I asked God to give me Home and Victory for Christmas.
 
Dear Reader, the fire storm in Texas and Oklahoma was my Christmas Victory.
 
On Sunday, Christmas Day, in my report entitled "The Disaster of Defeat",  I continued the Crossing the Delaware metaphor, and ended with the space war maxim, "The nature of the surprise attack is surprise; the nature of its cousin, the draw play, is infliction".
 
Washington's crossing the Delaware on Christmas Day was a surprise attack, my metaphorical crossing of the Delaware on Christmas Day was a draw play.
 
On Monday, December 26, in my report entitled "Two Goose Eggs", I directed your attention to an approaching "thermo-nuclear" disaster in Alaska, and on Wednesday an Alaska Airlines flight narrowly averted disaster after a foot-long rupture appeared in its fuselage.
 
Coincidence?  No.
 
On Tuesday, December 27, in my report entitled "Fleeing In Time", I directed your attention to the approaching death of this Earth and reviewed some of my successes over the years, such as documenting the great tsunami before it took place, the 9/11 attack before it took place, the explosion of the space shuttle Challenger before it took place, and so on.
 
On Wednesday, December 28, yesterday, in my report entitled "Sucking Oil Is A Sin", I reviewed the "Christmas Roulette" pattern of earthquakes and the damage done to this Earth by sucking and burning oil, and referred you again to the expected Alaska disaster; and it was around the time of the logging of that report that the Alaska Airlines plane was in trouble.
 
On Thursday, December 29, today, I am telling you the fires in Texas and Oklahoma were clearly acts of God and of war against the United States of America, and were clearly documented in advance in this work, and were clearly defined in advance as being God's Christmas gift to me; and further I am telling you that a profound disaster is looming under Alaska even as you read these words.
 
There is no news agency on this Earth that can top or even approach the quality of journalism I.C. News has produced during the past seven days; and there is no intelligence agency on this Earth that can top or even approach the quality of intelligence I.C. News has produced during the past seven days.
 
So what is the sense in America having tortured me every day for the past seven days as it has tortured me every day for the past 33 years; and what is the sense in that I am poverty stricken; and what is the sense in that I am homeless; and what is the sense in that I have the constitutional rights of a laboratory animal?
 
So, having asked God for two Christmas gifts, Home and Victory, and my Victory was Texas and Oklahoma burning so bright that gift of Victory could be seen from the shores space, I have to wonder, what will the Home God gives me be like?
 
I do not know what or anything the people of Texas and Oklahoma know of America's torture-enslavement of me in California, Oregon, Washington, Pennsylvania, New York, Florida, Alaska, New Mexico and Arizona.
 
It serves no purpose to review speculations at this time; it does serve purpose however to point out that some people lost their lives and many people lost their homes in Texas and Oklahoma as a direct result of that torture.
 
Today I have to tell the American people something, whether they care to hear me or not, and whether they can hear me or not, and whether they are allowed to hear me or not.  What I say goes double to the tenth power for any people blocking my words from getting to the American people, and getting to the American people in a fair and undistorted way.
 
At this point in time you are damned to Hell for torturing God's One True Telepath, and for murdering this Earth, and for murdering babies in Iraq and Afghanistan and elsewhere, and the Hell of your eternity will not just be visible from the shores of space but from as far away as the Horse Head Nebula.
 
Referring back to what I said a week ago today, do you really want to follow George W. Bush into the fire?
 
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Continuing my current practice of placing classified ads in my search for a home (and America had better hope I find a home before God gives me a home) I direct this ad to those people in the movie and television industries who have shown me spiritual support, and also those who have exploited and mocked me.
 
Without a doubt, if I were at some time in the future to kick the bucket those industries would exploit my life story, distorting it, and making a profit of hundreds of millions of dollars form it.
 
I have a little novella I wrote some 15 years ago that I would like to turn into three movies or a television series, but I am too old and too famous to throw my work over Hollywood transoms in the beloved old tradition.
 
So, this is a request that at least one person from among the categories I mentioned above offer me a place to live and work in peace and freedom within the bosom of the movie and television industries; within a day or two, please.
 
Thank you,
 
Virgil Kret
I.C. News
Icnews360@aol.com
P.O. Box 43
Morro Bay, CA  93443
(805) 462-9094
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Sucking Oil is a Sin

 
Two very important space war events were reported in the news Tuesday, the fires in Texas and Oklahoma and the quakes in Iran.
 
The fires were the "Tell" I was looking for Monday in my report entitled "Two Goose Eggs", and the quakes in Iran fell into the "Christmas Roulette" pattern I have been telling you about.
 
The original code I received on the fire was the "Billowing Tell that says, It's Over, Sir", which more clearly documented the billowing smoke of the fires; but I changed "Billowing" to "Billion", making it far more difficult to connect to the event.
 
I have long since learned that accuracy or clarity will not free me from America's torture-enslavement, so such obscuring of codes is what I call "Spitting in the Soup".
 
In general, except for two or three events, I have obscured all the movements of this most interesting space war maneuver, called "High-Low Split" and having as its metaphor of attack three samurai being split top to bottom by a solo samurai.
 
I had thought these two events, the fires and the quakes, represented the testicles and completed the cutting through of the third samurai, but apparently there is still some scrotum to be cut through.
 
This is to say, metaphor aside, there is still some space war pain coming America's way before this long, three-part maneuver is completed.
 
Those readers who are interesting in following the cracking of the egg, the breaking up of this Earth, might now visualize a crack in the egg running from western Iran up into Afghanistan, then Pakistan, down through India, to Sri Lanka and to Indonesia.
 
That is not the only crack in the egg by any means, but it seems to be the major one at this time.
 
If you were to begin to track earthquakes along this crack, as hurricanes are tracked on television, you would likely see an increasing frequency of quakes, and a repeat of quakes at both ends around Christmas time.
 
To review the "Christmas Roulette" pattern for those interested in replication: Iran, big Bam quake, December 26, 2003; Indonesia, great quake/tsunami, December 26, 2004; and Iran, three quakes December 26 or 27, 2005.  Three years in a row; don't you find that interesting?
 
There are two factors which trigger these "Christmas Roulette" quakes, the tilt of the Earth at this time of the year, and the fact that so much oil has been sucked out that part of the planet.
 
I do not know why my suggestion that oil has an important function just exactly where God put it is seems so bizarre to people.  Perhaps sucking oil is just too delicious to consider this really obvious fact.
 
Consider oil's weight and viscosity, consider it like a heavy liquid tide running in the same direction all the time, consider the momentum of that tide as a driving factor in the Earth's rotation.
 
Then consider the absence of the truly profoundly heavy weight after oil has been sucked out from over faults going toward the center of the Earth.  These are the roots of future volcanoes.  Consider the removal of the oil's counter-pressure which then allows lava to seep upward, but upward is actually outward, centripetal force.
 
It is this same physics based on the existence of oil in-place versus the absence of oil sucked out of its place which directs our attention now to Alaska and the (metaphorical) thermo-nuclear explosion expected there.
 
About the time Americans 15 years old today are 30 years old, their entire generation will know this Earth is exploding; and they will know that the sucking of oil is the cause; and they will marvel at how stupid their elders were; and they will go insane.
 
This is why we Space Sailors say oil-sucking is the human being's "Double-Damn" factor.
 
The burning of oil overheats the Earth, damn; and the sucking of the oil weakens the physics of the Earth, damn!
 
There is a certain self-damnation in this because the human being is so cemented into oil consumption as a way of life that only mass Enlightenment would free it from this addiction; and mass Enlightenment is hardly possible as long as the United States of America holds sway.
 
This is why we Space Sailors say the human being would rather drive to Hell than walk to Heaven.
 
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As noted yesterday, I am running a classified ad at the end of each report because I have been hounded out of this home as I have been hounded out of every home I have had since 1967.  As it stands, I will be homeless on January 3.
 
I can likely find another room to rent, where I will almost certainly be harassed endlessly by cowardly American telepath-torturers, but I would really like to find a country or a state or a community that will give my asylum from America's fascism toward me.
 
I need a home where I can live and work in peace and freedom.  I have saved enough money to go anywhere in the world; what I need is a welcome somewhere in the world.
 
Thank you,
 
Virgil Kret
I.C. News
Icnews360@aol.com
P.O. Box 43
Morro Bay, CA  93443
(805) 462-9094
 

Fleeing In Time

 
Like a moment in Time fleeing from now or then or when, we watch the moment of the death of this Earth rushing toward us.
 
Me?  I am waiting for news; and, you?, you do not yet realize that what is left out of the news is what is going on.
 
Like a soldier in a hole under fire, I am waiting for the moment to make my move.
 
You've been there, perhaps, the tracers like fire from a fire hose; and you know that gunner is going to have to stop sooner or later or his barrel will melt; and you calculate your state of Grace; you judge the moment when you can step over your grave and get to another hole; then you make your move.
 
There has been a lot of talk in the news about the first anniversary of the great tsunami, but no talk of how I documented that massive calamity in advance so perfectly.
 
My readers knew it, my readers including NBC; but NBC killed that story just as it kills all stories about my successes.  Let me look at a dirty picture and the whole world knows, let me name the date of the greatest disaster in modern human history ten days in advance and it is of no interest.  It is as if this work is but a scoreboard of imperfections to be watched, not the clock of Doom tick-tick-ticking away.
 
America's torture-enslavement of me should have been ended so many times, just for the quality of my work if not for decency's sake.
 
My work includes, but is not limited to, reporting the tsunami in advance, reporting 9/11 in advance, reporting Challenger in advance, reporting a dozen air crashes in advance, reporting three presidential assassination attempts in advance, reporting the murder of John Lennon in advance; reporting the Jonesboro school shooting in advance; but none of that was more important than my neighbors' right to torture me to death; just as a silly schoolgirl, my landlady's great-grandchild, tortures me to death at this moment as I write these words.
 
Did you notice that the big earthquake at Bam, Iran, took place on December 26, 2003; and the great quake/tsunami took place on December 26, 2005?  Coincidence?  Believe that if you like, until the flames begin to crackle around your toes and there is no more time for false beliefs, false hopes, false hearts and false presidents.
 
Just for the fun of it, consider the closeness in latitude between the two quake events, see Bam as the sound of the gun and see the great quake/tsunami as the bullet hitting exactly two years later.  That is your Doom, snickering.  Do you know that in my advance documentation of the quake/tsunami I used a bull's eye as my metaphor?
 
The code in that pinpoint documentation was Bingo-Zero.  Your masters can look it up for you in my work of that time.  I cannot show it to you because your masters destroyed the Internet site that work was on.   You steal life from me; your masters steal life from you; your masters commits suicide.
 
If you draw a mental line from the quake site in Iran to the quake site just off Indonesia, perhaps you can picture that line as a crack in this egg, this Earth.  From this egg will be born a Phoenix of fire; but you, Dear Reader, are but microbes on this egg's shell.
 
By all means, obey your masters and continue to torture me to death.
 
A long, long time ago, well, about 25 years ago, I asked God where God was gong to hit you.  God said, "Right between the eyes."  Hmmm?  Iran-Indonesia; and I always figured it would be between Iraq and Iran.  Yet another example of my imperfection.
 
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I am beginning with today's report a series of classified ads.
 
Due to irregular heartbeat caused by the intense torture I have undergone at this residence in Atascadero, California, I have had to give notice and must leave by January 3.
 
So yet again the United States of America has driven the Telepath from his home.  For America, now ass-deep in Hell, this is some kind of cowardly victory; for the Telepath, now 66 and living on heart medication, this is a real pain in the ass.
 
I am looking for a country or a state or a community that will give my asylum from America's tyranny.  That means a place where there will be no false witness against the existence of my audible mental telepathy and the history of America's persecution of me.  I have a car and a passport and money to get there; but once there I never want to move again.
 
Virgil Kret
Icnews360@aol.com
P.O. Box 43
Morro Bay, CA  93443
(805) 462-9094
 
 
 

Two Goose Eggs

 
This may be a two-report day.  My news nose is twitching, so here is what I have now as I track the defeat of the United States of America, with the possibility of another report being added later today.
 
I woke up on Christmas morning and what do you think I found?  Two eggs in an incubator, one marked "Home" and the other marked "Victory", and because the eggs were moving I knew there was some hatching going on.
 
I know, I know, like you I have been advised about counting eggs before they are hatched, but these eggs are really moving.
 
Of the Home Egg I have no clue, but I will likely not be homeless again until January 3, so there is time for it to hatch before then.
 
The Victory Egg is said to be a thermo-nuclear explosion in Alaska.
 
In space war, of course, we deal in what we call "Metaphor of Attack", so thermo-nuclear explosion could be a metaphor of something else, and Alaska could be someplace else; but we can expect something in the damage and trauma degrees of a thermo-nuclear explosion, and we can expect to name the date of Victory in advance.
 
If Alaska is the target area, and if the event is not a thermo-nuclear explosion, I would expect an earthquake-type event on a scale that would further indicate, as did the quake/tsunami a year ago, that this Earth is breaking up.
 
(I have a theory about the combustibility of the natural gas filling the space where the extracted Alaska oil used to be, but it is untested and another story.)
 
In other space war news, there has been a curse put on the United States of America greater than the curse the Jews called down upon themselves when they crucified Jesus.
 
This is in line with the horrible future America has in store for it, but America is so big and so stupid it does not see it coming.
 
Other than that, the American news media is clamped down tighter than George W. Bush's chances of going to Heaven, and it is likely to attempt to censor any obvious space war news.  While I have seen three small, symbolic space war news events involving the deaths of only a few people , I do not yet see the Billion Tell that says, It's Over, Sir.
 
In our old samurai metaphor, the sword is now passing between the testicles of the third samurai.
 
 
 

The Disaster of Defeat

 
 
The greatest single error out of the swarm of errors America made in its invasion of the Muslim world was establishing an attack strategy that incorporated the killing of children.
 
I know I stand almost alone in this view.
 
The scope of the defeat of the United States of America is approaching is so great that not even America's enemies can fathom it; can imagine it; could hope for it, or plan for it.
 
I know I stand almost alone in this view.
 
The news coverage of this war is rotten to the core; it is 99.44% pure propaganda.
 
I know I stand almost alone in this view.
 
In our metaphor of attack, in our Crossing the Delaware code, Washington and his troops have just landed on the New Jersey shore; the Redcoats and the Hessians are drunk and drowsy with plum pudding bellies, a jolly Christmas having been had by all.
 
As the old space war maxim has it, "The nature of the surprise attack is surprise; the nature of its cousin, the draw play, is infliction".
 
 
 
 
 

The Disaster of Defeat

 
The greatest single error out of the swarm of errors America made in its invasion of the Muslim world was establishing an attack strategy that incorporated the killing of children.
 
I know I stand almost alone in this view.
 
The scope of the defeat of the United States of America is approaching is so great that not even America's enemies can fathom it; can imagine it; could hope for it, or plan for it.
 
I know I stand almost alone in this view.
 
The news coverage of this war is rotten to the core; it is 99.44% pure propaganda.
 
I know I stand almost alone in this view.
 
In our metaphor of attack, in our Crossing the Delaware code, Washington and his troops have just landed on the New Jersey shore; the Redcoats and the Hessians are drunk and drowsy with plum pudding bellies, a jolly Christmas having been had by all.
 
As the old space war maxim has it, "The nature of the surprise attack is surprise; the nature of its cousin, the draw play, is infliction".
 
 
 
 
 

Wish List

 
I have had this feeling for the last few weeks that God is going to give me something very special for Christmas.
 
God's gifts, however, are always a surprise and rarely what I think they will be.  Sometimes they lift my spirits, sometimes they save my life, sometimes they give me insights to the beauty of God, but they are never exactly what I ask for, and actually I rarely ask for them at all.
 
Some might find it strange that God's gifts to me have never freed me from America's torture-enslavement of me, even though I have from time to time asked God for such a gift.
 
This is because one of the purposes of God's great gift to me some 33 years ago, my audible mental telepathy, was to test for and draw out the torture-loving side of America.
 
That is why I am called "Satan Bait" as far away as the Horse Head Nebula, but that's another story.
 
My great wish this Christmas, of course, is for a home, a home where I can live and work in peace and freedom and perhaps even have a family; it having been America's pleasure, of course, to hound me out of every home I have had since 1967.
 
Frankly, I think there is a possibility of this happening.  The question I ask about it to no one in particular is:  What would God do if God wanted to inspire or convince America to free me?
 
To touch America's heart or to break America's back, that is the question.
 
That brings me to my second wish on my list, and another real possibility; my wish for victory.
 
Regular readers may know I have been tracking a three-part space war maneuver during recent weeks, the final stage of the third part apparently scheduled for Christmas Day; hence the "Crossing the Delaware" code I have established.
 
An aspect of this Crossing the Delaware code points to a major defeat of Republican American Fascism.  This defeat is expected to be on the scale of Washington's defeat of the British and the Hessians at Trenton on and just after Christmas Day, 1776.
 
Trenton was not final victory in the Revolutionary War, but is was Washington's first major victory.
 
In this metaphor, of course, "President" George W. Bush is "Mad King" George, and he is about to poop his pants so stunning this victory over him is expected to be.
 
Therefore, I am expecting a major victory on Christmas Day.
 
I am hoping this victory wins the heart of America and breaks the back of Republican American  Fascism, but God still seems to like America far less that I like America, so that heart-touching option might not be what God has in mind.
 
Those are the main things on my Christmas wish list, Home and Victory.
 
Merry Christmas, Dear Reader, I hope your wishes, if they are good wishes, come true on Christmas Day.
 
 

Collateral Damnation

 
It has always been important to me that the American people thought it was ok that my mother should be collateral damage to their torturing me.  She suffered so much for so many years; damn but the American people were mean to my mother.
 
Just thought I would mention this, as we cross the Delaware. 
 
I have often wondered why it is considered legal for the President of the United States of America to lie to the People of the United States of America.
 
This makes no sense at all and creates a hole in America through which fascism can brazenly walk, which is plainly and painfully obvious today.
 
I think presidential lying should be an impeachable offense; and even more, I think for an American president to lie to the American people, and be caught at it on video tape as George W. Bush was, should be cause for immediate resignation.
 
One of the strengths of this Republican American Fascist coup now in place is the legality of the presidential lie.
 
Just thought I would mention this, as we cross the Delaware.
 
I have often wondered why America can inflict me with cruel and unusual punishment for 33 years, with less than half a dozen Americans offering me even anonymous help.  There are movie and TV stars who live in luxury who claim to be on my side in this, but not one offers relief.   And politicians?  Sweet Jesus, is there not one American politician opposed the America's torture-enslavement of me?
 
Just thought I would mention this, as we cross the Delaware,
 
I have often wondered why Jews are more cruel to me than any other identifiable group.  I see how incredibly cruel Jews have been to me since I became audibly telepathic, and how they like that cruelty, and how that cruelty seems to come naturally to them.
 
Then, when I juxtapose their cruelty toward me and their cruelty toward the Palestinians from the day Palestine was taken from the Palestinians and given to the Jews, I wonder, hmmm?, is this a personality trait?
 
Just thought I would mention this, as we cross the Delaware.
 
I have often wondered how a psychiatrist could get away with sticking a stick up my ass when I attempted to warn of the Patty Hearst kidnapping three months before it took place.  To ignore the warning, sure, but a stick up the ass?  What kind of people do such things?  What kind of nation allows people to do such things?
 
Just thought I would mention this, as we cross the Delaware.
 
I have often wondered why Americans took such pride and pleasure in preventing the conception and birth of my children; and I have wondered:  If these are the Good Guys how bad must the Bad Guys be?
 
Just thought I would mention this, as we cross the Delaware.
 
I have often wondered why liberals are more vicious to me than vicious conservatives; why anti-war people are more cruel to me than combat vets; how those opposed to the death penalty can bury an executed murderer with honor but can brutalize God's One True Telepath to death, and can be supremely confident in the righteousness of doing both.  Perhaps it is my association with God that causes them to hate me so much.
 
Just thought I would mention this, as we cross the Delaware. 
 
I have often wondered if the American people really want their Constitution; if they don't like Hitler better than they like George Washington; if they wish Thomas Jefferson had never set quill to parchment; and if they like George W. Bush because he is a cute and cuddly half-baked Hitler.
 
Just thought I would mention this, as we cross the Delaware.
 
I find it impossible to know which fork of its tongue America is using when it talks to me, because truth and lie are rooted equally.
 
Just thought I would mention this, as we cross the Delaware.
 
At times I have given suggestions to God on how to deal with these nasty Americans, and with the whole question of the approaching death of this Earth.  God, with God-like patience listens to my suggestions, but as far as I know God has never followed one.
 
My first suggestion was made just before I became audibly telepathic and just after I had learned that the United States is a major space war target.  I saw the horror of America's future, and I loved America, and I suggested to God that the American people are really a great and wonderful people and didn't deserve the punishment I saw coming down on them.
 
God said, "Well, Virgil, you think this because you are one of them",  and then God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy, and the American people showed me what the American people really are, torturing me day and night for some 33 years now.
 
God has God's plan and I am not privy to it.  My commission from God was to write The Obituary of the World, not to save the world, not to warn the world, not to serve as America's defense attorney, and certainly not to be America's whipping boy.
 
I still make suggestions, and God doesn't mind.
 
At some point in America's torture-enslavement of me (I think about the time America murdered the sperm in my balls) I suggested that if everyone who had ever struck me  with that cowardly false cough Americans love so much were to just drop dead at the same instant, those hundreds of thousand of Americans so dying might in fact shock the world out of its death-slumber.
 
I still think it is a good idea, but God doesn't, as far as I know, buy it.
 
I had this other idea for my Christmas present this year.  If God would just pick me up and set me down by the Arc d'Triomphe in Paris, that too might shock the world out of its death-slumber.
 
But that is not my job, is it?  It is not my job to awaken the human race as the flames of death lick all around it.  My job is to write the story of the death of this Earth.  I am more historian than anything else, writing tomorrow's history today.
 
Why did the Earth die, Daddy?  Well, there were these critters there called human beings...
 
I just thought I would mention this, as we cross the Delaware, waiting for the hulls of our boats to scrape bottom at the shore, waiting to muster for the attack on the enemy who is wicked and unprepared, waiting for that most lovely of all commands a battle-hardened soldier can hear:  "Fix Bayonets!".
 
 
 

Between Iraq and a Hard Place

 
As we approach Christmas we find the United States of America losing two wars simultaneously.  One war is its war against Telepathy, which it calls something else; the other war is its war against Islam, which it calls something else.
 
In its war against Telepathy, brought on by its torture-enslavement of the only audible mental telepath in human history, we are expecting a major American defeat on Christmas Day.
 
In its war against Islam, brought on by its misdirected attacks after 9/11, the defeat has happened, but remains invisible.  You can thank George W. Bush and his co-fools for this defeat.
 
In both cases the underlying core reason for the two defeats is the same, the abandonment of democracy for fascism.
 
It can be said that the abandonment of American democracy for Republican American Fascism is in itself a defeat, turning a great nation into a torture-nation, making a respected people a disgusting people, but both defeats, America's defeats by Telepathy and by Islam, are greater than just ironic poetic justice.
 
This is because Republican American Fascism is inept.
 
Since the great and immediate tragedy of the United States of America is its having been taken over by Republican American Fascism; and since there seems to be some fighting-back emerging from among the wimpish Democrats and the betrayed Republicans, which rekindles my faith in America; I thought we might do a little future projection today.
 
Let's look at the Ghost of Christmas Future and see what becomes of America and the world if America continues to bow to Republican American Fascism.
 
America has a Republican American Fascist administration in power that is almost totally based on and supported by crises, some genuine and some artificially created; and even if you are wearing eyeglasses as thick as Coke bottle bottoms you can see that Republican American Fascism's pattern of shredding the Constitution and destroying the value of the dollar is based on that crisis-foundation.
 
Give us your liberties and your dollars and we will protect you, say the Republican American Fascists  Here's the rub, even if they take all your rights and all your money they cannot protect you; and really, Dear Reader, they don't really want to.
 
You can also see that Republican American Fascism is not very good at handling crises.
 
Katrina is the most obvious example, but the "war on terror" is a hidden example, where not only is bad military strategy employed, thus expanding the tactical position of military opposition, but also changing America from decent to indecent in the eyes of the world, which is a profound tactical disaster.
 
Now let's look at this Republican American Fascism crisis-to-power pattern in the context of the underlying theme of this, my God-commissioned work, The Obituary of the World; that theme being that this Earth can be expected to be dead by 2065, given the current and historical course of human events.
 
If Republican American Fascism continues to remain in power it will present fascist solutions to the world-death crisis just as it presents fascist solutions to the crisis of "terrorism".
 
As Republican American Fascism is still incapable of handling the Katrina crisis within a framework of justice and intelligence, and as (as you shall soon see) Republican American Fascism has failed in its handling of the "terrorism" crisis, this pattern of failure will continue and Republican American Fascism will flounder in dealing with the death-crisis of this Earth.
 
Further, given its religious-cultic nature, Republican American Fascism will, when the dying of this Earth becomes more obvious, declare itself to be God's Hand on this Earth.  George W. Bush has already said as much.
 
So declaring, Republican American Fascism  will proceed to follow the jumbled blueprint for human disaster contained in the Book of Revelations.  That is, it will actively seek Doom's Day; and it will seek to select the selected few who survive.
 
So proceeding, Republican American Fascism's attempted solution to the Earth-death crisis will be more riches for the rich and more poverty for the poor, conquest of nations, widely spread nuclear war, and (this is its most hidden and secret agenda) extermination of approximately 93% of the world's population.
 
In the frozen mind of Republican American Fascism, nuclear winter will trump global warming.
 
This horrendous Republican American Fascism approach to this crisis can be expected to be clearly self-exposed by 2010, and by then the heartbeat of American democracy can be expected to be reduced to a flat line.
 
This plan already exists within the inner sanctum of Republican American Fascism.  If George W. Bush doesn't know of this plan it is only because his Masters are keeping him from this knowledge, knowledge that is being held back until after the massive Republican American Fascist surge to power slated for the next presidential election period, when a different Republican American Fascist is scheduled to be President.
 
The fundamental point being put forth by Republican American Fascism today is that the American democracy will not work within the crisis of "terrorism"; later it would say the same about the world's death-crisis.   I say "would say" because likely democracy will be dead in America before that crisis is recognized, and then Republican American Fascism will have no need to say anything to anybody, but to tell people what to do and where to die.
 
My fundamental counter point is that American democracy offers a better response to the crisis of "terrorism", or to any other crisis, than does Republican American Fascism.
 
One of the many reasons for this is that democracy offers a multiplicity of solutions to crisis, solutions growing out of many intellects, whereas Republican American Fascism offers only one solution, growing out of a small cult of like-thinking minds.
 
The great and final death-crisis approaching this Earth will likely take place in your lifetime, even if you are half-past 60 as am I, and that Earth-death crisis has only the slightest chance of being overcome; and that can happen only if the genius of the human being is unleashed to face it.
 
Nations that do not let their people think; governments that treat there people like puppies in a basket who cannot take care of themselves; societies in which the intellectual approach to the death of this Earth is limited to the narrow thinking of the clique in power; societies that make the rich richer and the poor poorer, political gangsters who kill because they know nothing better, they will fail this Earth-death crisis and, but for God, this Earth will surely die.
 
To save this Earth there must be a renaissance of human dignity and ingenuity, from not thousands of people, from not millions of people, but from billions of people.
 
Republican American Fascism is the antipathy of renaissance; it ensures not only the death of democracy and free enterprise but also the death of this Earth, a dying process which will, but for God, be past the point of no return within the expected life span of Americans aged 50 today.
 
Any solution involving death, be it through war, through enslavement, through torture, or through abortion is no solution, but rather fuel on the fire.
 
Any solution that involves consolidation of thought, to the establishing of minds marching in step, is no solution, but rather fuel on the fire.
 
Any solution that clamps off democracy is fuel on the fire.
 
Any solution that attempts to make America the master or even the guide of the world is fuel on the fire.
 
Follow George W. Bush, and you follow him into the fire.
 
And that brings us back to the great American defeat I am expecting Christmas Day, the Horror Ghost of Christmas Present.  This defeat will come as a direct result of America's torture-enslavement of me, God's One True Telepath, since the Nixon Administration stained the pages of American history.
 
Here comes Santa Claus, crossing the Delaware.
 
 
 
 

My Christmas Surprise

 
I have been wondering what God might be planning to give me for Christmas.  I think it is possible God might call me Friend, loud enough for you all to hear; but I can't tell no matter how much I shake and hoist the package God left under my tree.
 
In space war terms it still seems clear we cross the Delaware on Christmas Day.
 

Christmas Roulette

 
It has been my thought today to tell you the story of Christmas inside-out; in this context you know it outside-in.
 
There was much thought put into establishing the birth of Jesus long before Moses walked this Earth; that is because the dire danger this Earth is facing was known to God long before the caveman walked this Earth.  It is that early part of the Christmas story I want to tell you.
 
I have been asked, however, to put off telling you this inside-out story of Christmas because there is just so much space war military activity going on these days that the pond this story swims in might be too clouded to reveal the beauty of this Christmas story.
 
I will instead tell you today a story I wrote for my mother back on Christmas Day, 1980.  It is called, "The True Story of Santa Claus".
 
Before I do that though, there is one thing I want to tell you about Christmas.  The date for the celebration of Christmas, December 25, was inspired by God centuries before Jesus was born, not as testimony to the actual date of the birth of Jesus, but as advance documentation of the exact date this Earth will be struck by a massive object from outer space.
 
Having said that, now here is The True Story of Santa Claus.
 
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The True Story of Santa Claus
 
By Virgil KretThere is much talk these days of there being no Santa Claus; and it seems to me there is an over-anxiousness of those who hold this view to convince the rest of us of the absolute correctness of such nonsensical talk.
 
These anti-Santas have gone to the extent, even, of flooding the season with many men in Santa suits, Santas ringing bells for good causes, Santas talking to good children in department stores, Santas landing in helicopters, Santas arriving by bus, Santas winking from the television, and so on, until we see but a blur of red fabric and cotton bearding, and the real Santa is lost from our sight.
 
Well, this is not accidental, nor is it incidental to you and me.  There never used to be this imitation of the real Santa; and everyone knew, children and grownups too, that Santa is real.
In those days Santa always came to visit, left his gifts, and departed.
Of course he couldn't do such things unless he was different from you and I.  He had to be as fast as magic to move so fast, to visit so many houses in just one night.
He had to be something special--and he was, and he still is.
Have you ever seen lightning flash on a storm-clouded evening and watched the bolts stand so scary-exciting on the horizon?  Well, Santa is faster than that.
Have you ever seen a flash bulb flash and leave little blue and red lights in your sight for a while?  Well, Santa is faster than that.
Have you ever looked into a mirror, and looked right into your eyes, and seen how fast your eyelids blink?  Well, Santa is faster than that.
So, at best people could only get a glimpse of Santa when he was still coming around every Christmas, just a brief short flash of sight, like a shiny bubble almost, a flash of white with jolly red in the middle.
 
(Did I just say, "...still coming around every Christmas"?  Well, I will explain that in just a minute.)
 
Of course you'd miss it altogether, the sight of Santa in your room, if you happened to be blinking at the time; and that's why children would look at him wide-eyed, and adults too, so they would not miss him by blinking; and that leads us to our story.
Back in the year 1914 there was a terrible war going on in Europe.  That war was so big and so bad that we still call it, "The First World War".
Of course it wasn't the first war ever to take place in the world.  There had been many, many wars before it; and Santa had never liked those wars because of the horrible things they did to boys and girls and grownups too; so in 1914 Santa decided to put his foot down.
Santa Claus sent a letter to all the countries fighting in the war that said:  "Unless you stop this war and put your weapons into the junk yard I won't come to visit you on Christmas Eve!"
But nobody believed him.  Santa had always come at Christmas.  It was, well, it was his duty; and besides, Santa had put up with many wars before, so why not with this war, too?  So all the presidents and kings and queens said, "Let's continue this war, Santa will come anyway."
Then Santa sent a letter to all the newspapers that said:  "War is just too bad and too mean; and unless all the weapons are broken up and made into something else I won't come at Christmas."
Well, the newspaper editors took the same position as the kings and queens and presidents, and wouldn't even print Santa's letter.
So Christmas came in 1914, and everybody had a big surprise!
Children jumped out of their beds and ran to find...what?  No stuffings in their stockings, no present from Santa under the tree.
There were presents from their mothers and fathers, grandparents, sisters and brothers and so forth, but nothing, absolutely nothing, from Santa.
Well, you can imagine the shock!
 
Parents didn't know what to say, and children were crying like crazy; and everywhere in every house, in every town, in every country fighting in the war--and, what!, also in every country in the whole world!, Santa had not come.
It was a terrible day, Christmas Day of 1914.  The presidents and kings and queens wished everyone a merry Christmas, and the newspapers, in big letters above the news of the war, did the same--but Christmas just was not the same without Santa Claus.
Then a whole year went by, and as the world approached Christmas of 1915 the presidents and kings and queens and parents became very nervous.
 
What were they going to do?  The children were asking if Santa was going to come, and they did not know what to say.  The war, after all, was still going on and nothing more had been heard from Santa.
 
The kings, queens, presidents and parents didn't want to tell the children why Santa had not come in 1914.  The children would only ask them why they didn't just stop the war so Santa would come in 1915; and they couldn't tell the children the truth, could they?, that they didn't know how to stop the war.
So as Christmas of 1915 approached, when parents bought presents for their children they bought an extra present just in case Santa didn't come again, writing on it "From Santa", and hiding it away to put under the tree on Christmas morning if Santa had not been there.
And sure enough, he hadn't!  Yet because the children had fallen asleep and had not seen that Santa had not come, and had found their present marked "From Santa" under the tree, they believed that Santa had come; and the parents and the presidents and the kings and queens breathed a big sigh of relief.
But when you tell one lie you usually have to tell another; and right away the grownups were faced with that problem because the older children, those children who went to school, could read the writing on the presents.
 
They could see the words "From Santa" seemed to be written with the same hand that had written "From Mom and Dad" on the presents their parents put under the tree for them.
 
Furthermore,  the presents from "Santa" were store-bought, and the older children could still remember when parents and others gave store-bought presents but Santa never did.
When the older children asked about this their parents would say, "Well, the truth is Santa is just for little girls and boys, and big children know Santa Claus doesn't really exist".
Well, while they might sob a little with this new and false news, the children believed the story their parents told them; and the children of 1916, 1917, 1918, 1919, 1920--on up to this very year, have believed the same false story.
 
You know the story I mean, the false story that says Santa Claus is only for little boys and girls.
 
Now, of course, even the parents of today believe this false story because they were not even born in 1915 when this false story was first told; and they, too, were told this story when they were children, and believed it.
 
You see, if you tell the same false story year after year after year, after a time everyone believes it to be true.
But Santa Claus really exists.  And if you want proof, have a Christmas with no war going on anyplace in the world and you'll see for yourself.
And you might want to know what Santa is doing now.  Well, he's his same old self and I hear he is preparing a very special Christmas surprise to help boys and girls (and their parents, too) put an end to war forever so they can live happily ever after; but that's another story.
December 25, 1980St. Virgil 

...Pants on Fire

 
The following is a lie.
 
"We continue to see violence and suffering, caused by an enemy that is determined and brutal--unconstrained by conscience or the rules of war."  George W. Bush (and his writers), Sunday, December 18, 2005.
 
The key phrase in this lie is "caused by an enemy".
 
The violence and suffering in Iraq is caused by Bush's stupid and fascist invasion of Iraq.  The "enemy" this lie refers to is the resistance forces that are the natural response to the invasion, such resistance being a near-constant throughout human history.
 
It may be nearly impossible for one country to occupy another without triggering the development of resistance forces.  Every society has its percentage of warriors, and in no society will those warriors kneel before an occupying force.  The only exception to this I know of is the American occupation of Japan, where resistance was forbidden by the Emperor.
 
(There is an interesting sub-plot to this, but that's another story.)
 
The second most important phrase in this lie is "unconstrained by conscience or the rules of war".
 
Even the most cursory look at Bush's actions in this military fraud will reveal that it is Bush, with his hidden and open torture chambers; Bush, with his wholesale killing of civilians; Bush, with his wicked exploitation of the American military; Bush, with his huge windfall profits to the wealthy; and Bush, with the illegal invasion itself, who is unconstrained by conscience or rules of war.
 
It is such attempts as this to make the ignoble noble which constitute the signature of George W. Bush (and his writers).  Further, it is Bush's lies and Bush's believing his own lies that will bring down shame and defeat upon the United States of America.
 
Meanwhile, Dear Reader, speaking of defeat, let's turn our attention back to the other war, God's war of intervention in Humankind's murder of this Earth, and God's damning of George W. Bush.
 
With apologies to readers who have just come on board and do not know of the space war maneuver I have been pointing to for some time, I will explain how we are approaching the climatic action of that maneuver, most likely on Christmas Day.
 
We see the third of the three attacks has just passed the fourth of the nine points; and today we receive the first open code since just prior to the manipulated death of the TV actor of "The West Wing" fame several days ago.
 
The code is,"Crossing the Delaware".
 
What do you want to bet, Dear Reader, that one of George W. Bush's tutors will have to explain to him the meaning of this code?
 
What the Hell, I'll explain it to him.
 
Washington crossed the Delaware on the evening of Christmas Day, 1776, and without a single loss of his own men defeated the British and Hessian forces at Trenton.
 
In this space war attack, Bush represents the British and the Hessians, because he certainly does not represent the heart and soul of America.
 
I have now published two codes relative to events which I consider will almost certainly take place Christmas Day.  One code was, George W. Bush will poop his pants, published Friday, and the other, published today, is Liar, liar pants on fire.
 
It is my guess that while not a hair on his pretty little head will be harmed, George W. Bush will get a lump of coal from God for Christmas.
 
That is, Bush will know he has lost his soul for child murder; and his demeanor will show it despite all the king's whores and all the king's newsmen trying to put him back together again.
 

Footprints in the Snow

 
We are running very silent and very deep today.  I referred to this mode in my entry Friday entitled "The Real Poop".
 
I am following a most remarkable space war attack pattern.
 
Those readers who are interested in this art of tracking space war maneuvers might appreciate that what I am doing now is watching footprints appearing in the snow as if in an Invisible Man movie.
 
The death of the actor who starred in "The West Wing" was clearly a space war killing, and in this attack pattern his death represents the first footprint of some yet unknown number.
 
My Editor, God, is telling me to sit on this story unless I can sell it; so while I know enough about this attack pattern to bore you silly, I am going to have to wait until the game is over to publish my play-by-play.
 
Even this is telling you too much, but I figure I owe it to you.
 
 
 

Footprints in the Snow

 
We are running very silent and very deep today.  I referred to this mode in my entry Friday entitled "The Real Poop",
 
I am following a most remarkable space war attack pattern.
 
Those readers who are interested in this art of tracking space war maneuvers might appreciate that what I am doing now is watching footprints appearing in the snow as if in an Invisible Man movie.
 
The death of the actor who starred in "The West Wing" was clearly a space war killing, and in this attack pattern his death represents the first footprint of some yet unknown number.
 
My Editor, God, is telling me to sit on this story unless I can sell it; so while I know enough about this attack pattern to bore you silly, I am going to have to wait until the game is over to publish my play-by-play.
 
Even this is telling you too much, but I figure I owe it to you.
 
 
 

New Concepts, Old Lies

 
To understand what is about to happen you should consider some concepts, these concepts involve you being seen by God not at all in the way you see yourselves.
 
First, you should understand that God considers George W. Bush to be a murderer; you might think is Bush a nice guy or you might think he is a scoundrel, but what you think does not matter in the context of God's intervention in Humankind's murder of this Earth.
 
George W. Bush will destroy the world; that is one of the most emphatic statements God has made to me in the course of my life, but we are talking here about the crime of murder on a lesser scale.
 
To understand how George W. Bush is seen by God in this murder context imagine Bush walking out of the White House one day, and as a mother and her child passes by in their car he throws a firebomb into the car, and the mother and child are burned to death in the car.
 
Were this the case you might understand how the country and the world would say Bush's oath of office did not give him that right, and you might retain that view even as the spin of Goebbelesian journalism and Republican American Fascism tried to convince you he did it to protect you.
 
To God, there is no difference in George W. Bush murdering a mother and her child on Pennsylvania Avenue or on a small street in Baghdad, or whether the firebomb was delivered by Bush's own hand or by a hand Bush ordered to deliver the firebomb.
 
The second concept I have been asked to talk to you about is that while you think you are moving, you are actually standing still; and except for being on the conveyer belt of Time you are totally stationary.
 
This means all of what is said in the news and in the government, all the investigations and revelations of this and that, all the debates and all the speeches, all the bullets and all the bombs, even down to who holds an elected office, is absolutely irrelevant.  It is all the same movie being run over and over and over and over and over again, and it signifies nothing; it is an internal dialogue that never leaves the insane brain which is American society.
 
The most important element in space war is the conveyor belt of Time.  You might as well be cans of soup on the conveyor belt, you might as well be stationary damned souls being conveyed to Hell.
 
The conveyor belt of Time moves along as you chatter among yourselves and as you watch the TV that owns you, because with all your chit-chat and debate among yourselves you are neither aware of, nor concerned with, where the conveyor belt of Time is taking you.
 
The conveyor belt of Time is taking you to the death of this Earth in less than 60 years.
 
Back to the first point, the damnation of George W. Bush, and this is very important as far as you are concerned.
 
Apparently 100% of the people of the United States of America feel George W. Bush had the right to burn alive a mother and her son in their car in Baghdad, that this is only "collateral damage".
 
I say "apparently" because I have heard absolutely no opposition to or complaint about this; all the talk concerns our sainted soldier boys and sainted soldier girls, not innocent Iraqi fathers, not innocent Iraqi mothers, not innocent Iraqi boys and not innocent Iraqi girls.
 
This is important to you because those people who believe George W. Bush has this right to commit these collateral damage murders are guilty of these murders along with him.
 
This is what I mean when I say you are not at all considered to be what you consider yourselves to be.
 
Here is another point I have been asked to talk to you about.
 
While a few of you may think it is fine that the quadruple murderer, What-Was-His-Name, who was executed in California a few days ago should be eternally damned; likely none of you think "The West Wing", actor, What-Was-His-Name, who died yesterday should be damned...but, Dear Reader, in fact both are equally damned; the actor not perhaps for what he did but for what he failed to do.
 
I have told you, damnation is the atomic bomb of space war.  Now is the time of Hiroshima.  Think of Hiroshima, think of how Little Boy, that first atomic bomb, did not pick and choose.
 
There is another matter I have been asked to talk about today, that being Planned Collateral Damage, which was one of the biggest of the many big lies told by Republican American Fascism and the compromised news media in prepping you for the stupid and fascist invasion of Iraq.
 
Republican American Fascism is creating quite a smoke screen about its crimes and follies in its triggering of World War Three, and its current defense is focused on its allegedly unwittingly acting on faulty intelligence at the outset.
 
I'll get to that lie soon, but there were a gaggle of other lies being told at the time, one of them was the Planned Collateral Damage lie.
 
This Planned Collateral Damage lie is what led to the damnation of George W. Bush for the crime of child murder.
 
The American people were told to expect pinpoint targeting of the Boogeyman of Iraq and his gang of alleged monsters.
 
The American media went along with this fraud, one report I read even saying that the Iraqi people were expecting and looking forward to that pinpoint attack, looking forward to standing on their roofs and watching the "smart" bombs hitting the palaces of their hated Boogeyman.
 
However, the actual invasion plan incorporated the immediate, intentional collateral damage killing of civilians in Baghdad, and this was the undoing of the "Shock and Awe" plan and ruination of George W. Bush's soul.
 
Even while the Republican American Fascists stupidly held the view that they would be welcomed as liberators by the Iraqi people, their "liberation" plan stupidly involved killing innocent Iraqi people.  The killing of Iraqi civilians, including fathers and mothers and children, was intentional collateral damage.  If you kill my baby don't expect me to throw roses on your tanks.
 
This acceptable "collateral damage" was only acceptable to the Republican American Fascists and the compromised American news media, not to the Iraqi people and not to God.
 
Also, if the American people had not been conned into thinking there would be no collateral damage, that the Boogeyman would be surgically removed, this expected and calculated collateral damage would likely not, I repeat not, have been acceptable to the American people.
 
After the fact, after they were walking in innocent blood up to their ankles, after the warrior element in the Iraqi society had naturally taken up arms to drive out the stupid and fascist invaders, the American people had no choice but to eat the Camel Turd Pie called collateral damage George W. Bush had baked for them.
 
There is another aspect of those pre-invasion days that is being forgotten.  The entire world wanted another approach, the entire world was dragging its heels, and for very good reason.
 
And finally, yes, that God-damned faulty intelligence was cooked by Republican American Fascism.  You can blame it on the CIA, you can blame it on the Boy Scouts of America, but the White House cooked it.
 
Don't you know that is the way the American system works?  The president is the king surrounded by wall and moat and people who take the fall and the blame in defense of the king.  You may never know the truth about the pre-war intelligence question, because the system is set up that way.  It is not only legal but common practice to keep the truth from the American people, and there is complex and skilled technique in this.
 
Finally, I have been asked to mention once again America's Great Crime, America's torture-enslavement of me since God made me the only audible mental telepath in human history over 30 years ago.  It is from this Great Crime the damnation of "The West Wing" actor, What-Was-His-Name, can be traced.