Cruelty is Folly

 
There was a moment's stoppage
A collective taking of breath
When Understanding came
 
I thought I would mention a few things about my gift of audible mental telepathy today; there were many uses intended for it, not one of them being to give gratification to America's lust for torture and oppression.
 
The immediate purpose of this gift was to save me from the murderous rage of Richard M. Nixon, that prototype of Republican American Fascism.  All I did and accomplished at that time was meant to make me too well known to be murdered in the cowardly American way cowardly American government pigs like to murder.
 
The second purpose of that gift was to allow the invention of a new form of media, all the other forms of American media having been lost to mediocrity and Big Money ownership.  That is, God gave me this gift of audible mental telepathy so that I might have the freedoms of speech and press, they some time before having been stolen from the American people.
 
The third purpose of that gift was for it to serve as a herald to the world, so that the question might be asked why such a thing had happened, why one human being had become what no other human being in history was known to have become, an audible mental telepath; and so that the answer might be given that it was because this Earth is in grave peril of death.
 
One of the many follies of George W. Bush's stupid and fascist invasion of Iraq is that there was a greater use of the precious time that has been lost, of the precious energy that has been diverted from the great dilemma of humankind, of the precious human beings who have been murdered; and the same is true of America's torture-enslavement of me--years squandered to shut me up and beat me down.
 
There were some uses for this gift of audible mental telepathy that you may not have considered.
 
I can speak to the profoundly deaf; I can speak to any person of any language; I can speak to the mentally retarded, to their intellect and beyond the damage to their brain; I can warn of earthquakes and murders; I can track assassins and suicide plane crashers weeks before the event their loudly broadcasting, swirling minds are leading them to; I can find lost children in forests; I can reveal the depths of the souls of horses and other animals; and perhaps most important, I can do what apparently no other American can do:  I can tell the truth.
 
These are just some of the things America exchanged for the joy of torture.
 
There were other uses for my life that you may not have considered.
 
I could have fathered and raised my children; I could have introduced my feckless wife to happiness and weaned her from the soul-less moroseness of psychiatric fascism; I could have made my mother proud and rescued her from the threats of US Navy government pigs; I could have risen in journalism to establish the new standard I was well on my way to establishing; and I could have made my fortune and used it as I saw fit.
 
These are just some of the things America stole from me for the joy of torture.
 
Most importantly, I could have warned of the dire state of the health of this Earth over 30 years ago, and could have established proof in a systematic and meaningful way; and I could have given you a better history of the last 30 years, thousands now dead would now be alive; and I could have secured for you the future now are on the brink of losing.
 
That is a pretty heavy price to pay so that the American people could have the joys of torture and enslavement.
 
Oh, yes, and one more thing:  America lost my love for her.
 
There was a moment's stoppage
A collective taking of breath
When Understanding came