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.