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!".