Hope, Peace, Family, Love
You know, Dear Reader, I think this work might be getting a little too raw for some people. They want me to be their Willie Wonka talking about a chocolate Jesus, not their Dante's Virgil showing them the circles of hell.
Many people, for example, did not like my reporting in advance the deaths of some ten US Marines last week in the triple repeat of "Bush Will Destroy the World"; but I did not kill those Marines; I just knew they were about to die; and I knew because God told me.
As I look over the results of the first of the three space war military actions I have been tracking for you I seem to have seen about seven of the nine hits I was expecting, which is pretty good considering the nervous media censorship of this story.
Yes, Dear Reader, I have seen fear in some national TV media weasels' eyes.
All the hits except the hit that killed the Marines seem to have been symbolic, or as we say in space war, metaphorical; but it seems as this attack pattern continues through the second and third assaults the shocking metaphor might turn to crashing meteor, metaphorically speaking, and ten dead Marines, compared to what is coming, might in hindsight seem symbolic.
I have been asked to remind you that God is punishing America for its crimes against me since God made me the only audible mental telepath in the history of the human race over 30 years ago, and that God has been punishing America since that crime was first instituted.
I have also been asked to underscore that America's crimes against me include denial of my right to have hope, to have peace, to have family, and to have love; and to ask you what kind of a nation do you think would do that?
These requests seem to me to be leading to a tit-for-tat situation.
I have also been asked to note for those of you who do not know this, that the single largest killing of US military personnel by God documented by me in advance was the crashing of Arrow flight 1285 at Gander, Newfoundland, on December 12, 1985, killing 448 Army personnel, most of them 101st Division, and the eight-person Arrow crew.
We are now entering the second of the three attacks previously described in the Samurai metaphor. I think a review of the first attack would be of value in mitigating the damage of the second, but I do not see a legitimate journalistic market for it.
This work is widely distributed among media weasels and widely stolen by government pigs; and while the readership count does not show it, it is daily read by or read to thousands of people, either in total or in excerpts, either in English or in translation.
There is, however, a certain cowardice and thievery among this readership, so I am offering a review of this first attack pattern if it is paid for and if published in at least one newspaper of record.
Meanwhile, back at the stench of America's torture-enslavement of me, the torturing of me at my current address in Atascadero, California, has reached a point where it is over-riding my heart medication and inducing irregular heartbeat; so I must move again in the hope of finding a place I can live and work in peace and freedom.
If any reader who knows of such a place would contact me at Icnews360@aol.com or P.O, Box 43, Morro Bay, California, 93443, I would be most appreciative.
My name is Virgil Kret; I am America's torture-slave.
Many people, for example, did not like my reporting in advance the deaths of some ten US Marines last week in the triple repeat of "Bush Will Destroy the World"; but I did not kill those Marines; I just knew they were about to die; and I knew because God told me.
As I look over the results of the first of the three space war military actions I have been tracking for you I seem to have seen about seven of the nine hits I was expecting, which is pretty good considering the nervous media censorship of this story.
Yes, Dear Reader, I have seen fear in some national TV media weasels' eyes.
All the hits except the hit that killed the Marines seem to have been symbolic, or as we say in space war, metaphorical; but it seems as this attack pattern continues through the second and third assaults the shocking metaphor might turn to crashing meteor, metaphorically speaking, and ten dead Marines, compared to what is coming, might in hindsight seem symbolic.
I have been asked to remind you that God is punishing America for its crimes against me since God made me the only audible mental telepath in the history of the human race over 30 years ago, and that God has been punishing America since that crime was first instituted.
I have also been asked to underscore that America's crimes against me include denial of my right to have hope, to have peace, to have family, and to have love; and to ask you what kind of a nation do you think would do that?
These requests seem to me to be leading to a tit-for-tat situation.
I have also been asked to note for those of you who do not know this, that the single largest killing of US military personnel by God documented by me in advance was the crashing of Arrow flight 1285 at Gander, Newfoundland, on December 12, 1985, killing 448 Army personnel, most of them 101st Division, and the eight-person Arrow crew.
We are now entering the second of the three attacks previously described in the Samurai metaphor. I think a review of the first attack would be of value in mitigating the damage of the second, but I do not see a legitimate journalistic market for it.
This work is widely distributed among media weasels and widely stolen by government pigs; and while the readership count does not show it, it is daily read by or read to thousands of people, either in total or in excerpts, either in English or in translation.
There is, however, a certain cowardice and thievery among this readership, so I am offering a review of this first attack pattern if it is paid for and if published in at least one newspaper of record.
Meanwhile, back at the stench of America's torture-enslavement of me, the torturing of me at my current address in Atascadero, California, has reached a point where it is over-riding my heart medication and inducing irregular heartbeat; so I must move again in the hope of finding a place I can live and work in peace and freedom.
If any reader who knows of such a place would contact me at Icnews360@aol.com or P.O, Box 43, Morro Bay, California, 93443, I would be most appreciative.
My name is Virgil Kret; I am America's torture-slave.
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