Drag-Out

 
Attention, Northern and Southern Hemispheres all the ships at sea, let's go to press, we have a massive tableau of news for you today.
 
We have Republican American Fascism drooling down its chin with a hunger for a preemptive nuclear attack on Iran, and we have pompously blathering diplomats all around the world all abuzz and antsy-pantsy with what-to-do, what-to-do.
 
The stage is set for an expansion of Republican American Fascism's incredibly stupid military folly;  America cannot smell its own many weaknesses; and the Followers of The Leader don't know or care where they are being led.
 
We have an approaching unnatural natural disaster brewing in Alaska that will make the great tsunami look like an electric splash the baptistery of the University Baptist Church in Waco, Texas; and I have told you what event would precede it, and that event has taken place.
 
We have the actor-governor of my Stalag Kalifornia, huffing and puffing and pissed over my two of my three previous reports, "Clampdown" and "Knockdown", asking his advisor-puppeteers where I can be attacked, looking for perceived weaknesses in my character, looking for ways to lock me up or lock me away, looking for ways to bust me with the California Highway Patrol when I am driving innocently down some California highway.
 
California has done it all before, can Kalifornia do it now?  Wast ist dis ding cvalt freedom of sprechen?  Relax, he is a play-actor, and I am the real thing; he reads the script, I report the Word to the world.
 
We have the Faux-President of the United States, damned to true-Hell, his damnation demonstrated on this site with the advance documentation of the OK/Tex fires, apparently still burning since Christmas; a faux-man damned to Hell for killing thousands of Muslim babies, his butter-brain bubbling toward killing millions more.
 
And we have the distinct possibility that America's telepathic torture-slave, Virgil Kret, is just  about to kick America's ass like no country's ass been kicked in all the history of ass-kicking on this Earth.
 
Well, Dear Reader, take you seat around this boxing ring called Earth, the fight for the Heavyweight Championship of the World will begin tomorrow, Saturday, January 14, 2005.
 
Ooops!  Is this Friday the 13th?  Bad luck for the fascists and the slave-keepers and the murders of this Earth; bad luck for the torturers of the Telepath.
 
Tomorrow's entry will be entitled "Fight!".  God will come out swinging hard, and America's nose will bleed before the end of the first round, before the sun goes down.
 
"In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you."--Leo Tolstoy, author of War and Peace.