Tracing Your Trail to Doom

 
It seems to me this might be a good time review the stages that have brought you, followers of George W. Bush, victims of George W. Bush, to the slippery slope to Hell, at the brink of which you now wobble.
 
Bush is gone; Bush is lost; Bush is damned; the great question is how many of you does he take with him?
 
But your doom, your pitiful doom, was in the works long before Bush snuck into the White House; it was set into motion when the Nixon-Reagan Axis held power in Washington D.C. and Sacramento, California; it was set into motion the day America began its torture-enslavement of God's One True Telepath.
 
I know, many of you think Reagan was an American hero, but his soul now is in False-Hero Hell for the evil he did that did not make the news.  As for Bush, he will be the vomit of history.
 
This, Dear Reader, is Judgment Day.  I don't mean just today, but this time, these decades, and all who kill, for high reason or low, fail this Day.
 
With that let's return to the story of the dead baby found on a Long Island street, so utterly unimportant to American journalism, but important enough to God for God to have alerted me to her fate a week before she was left or was thrown or was dropped on a road to be run over again and again by passing cars, the drivers feeling the little bump and thinking it was a small racoon or a cat.
 
I call this infant "her" because I cannot bear to call her "it".
 
I have written in the past that no murderer of a child in the history of the human race has escaped damnation.  This is a stone that grinds very fine; and I am right about this.
 
So, when the child-murderer pleads in court boo hoo I was on drugs so I made a boo boo, your judges might say ok, but not your God.
 
So, when your president kills little Muslim children, and some who do not die lose their arms and legs, your custom may say this "collateral damage" is for some greater good, but not your God.
 
And so, this brings us to the damnation of whoever it was who killed that little Long Island baby.
 
You might find when murderers of this infant are found you will learn they tell a pitiful story, a cheerleader, perhaps, impregnated by a jock after the big game, innocent children caught in the grip of having a child, their lives ruined...you know how it goes; but it will turn out that they murdered the child who would have saved them, and in so doing lost their souls.
 
Understand, I was told about this story before that child was born, and I told you about it before that child was born.  It was so important, the squandering of the life of this infant, that God pointed it out to me even as George W. Bush prepares to kill Iranian children, which is immensely important to God and to you.
 
You have reached the point where you must stop.  You must stop your fascism around the world; you must stop your fascism against me.
 
As I follow this event the infant has not yet been identified and the medical examiner's report has not yet been presented, but I am left with one fact:  the person or persons who killed that infant have lost their souls.
 
Three times in the past I have carried out what I call "public damnations", once for Reagan and twice for Bush, now I am going to carry out a public damnation of the person or persons who murdered that infant.
 
For those readers who have followed this work for a long time and know my long record of  successful proofs of the existence of God, this should be a most interesting demonstration.  As it begins, the identities of the infant and those who squandered her life most shamefully are not known, when it is finished these unknowns will be known.
 
Do you understand?  I will solve this crime; from 3,000 miles away, abused and tortured and homeless, left by my country to be road kill like that infant was left, I will solve this crime; and in the process I will prove the infant is saved by God and the bastards who made road kill of her are damned by God.
 
Then we shall enter further into the subject of Judgment Day.