Death of a Nation

 
So, as America has told me since 1967, there is no use in kicking the dead heart of America; and now Titanic America has struck the iceberg of Space War, and no amount of warning or pleading or cajoling  will make any difference, except perhaps for the numbers in the lifeboats when that corrupt ship of state goes down, down, down to its infernal reward.
 
If my understanding of the process of this sinking is correct, we can expect two landmark events before Titanic America disappears under the waves of the ocean of its own lies.
 
First, we can expect to see a nervous awareness developing among the American people sometime in June.  That means somewhere within the next four to eight weeks all the passengers and crew members of Titanic America can be expected to become aware that perhaps the worst has happened.
 
Second, we can expect to see the destruction by God of George W. Bush sometime next April, for, if my understanding is correct, George W. Bush's world-destroying policies.
 
For me personally, this rupturing of the hull of Titanic America involves an extreme makeover of sorts.  My life's work has been focused on warning of the iceberg Titanic America has now struck, and now there is little value in telling the sinking ship it is sinking.
 
In that regard, my life's work may appear to be a failure, and perhaps America can chortle at that as it rusts on the bottom of the sea of Hell.
 
It also seems unlikely that I can convince any Americans to put on their life vests and board the lifeboats.  To do that they would have to step away from America's mass bearing of false witness against me.  Perhaps the Space War events of June will convince them, and the lie they love so much will not be funny anymore.
 
The American people can be expected to continue along in blissful ignorance until that point in time when events outside this work force them to face stark reality; and then they will likely go to their masters in the media and government for direction, and not come to me, their torture-slave; and their masters will lead them deeper and deeper into Hell.
 
Today the American people are still locked into the psycho-fascism that forms the invisible torture chamber in which I live.  They are joined at the hip in perpetuating the mass bearing of false witness against the existence of my audible telepathy, smug in the false knowledge that I cannot prove what millions upon millions of Americans know, and that I cannot prove it as long as their union of false witness holds.
 
In the burning house they hold the key to the fire engine, and mock the fireman who cannot start the fire engine.   Unity in stupidity is a pitiful thing.
 
So now even I who so loved America understands there is no longer time for me or anyone else to save America from this disaster; and to be sure, maybe America just did not want to be saved.  The whore might rather be a whore than sing in the choir of God.
 
So I thought I might divert this work from the microcosm of Earth to the macrocosm of the galaxy, or as we Space Sailors call it, the Gala Sea.  I thought I might take you back in Time some fifty-seven thousand years to when God first began mustering Space Sailors from throughout the Gala Sea to save God's dying wife, this Earth.
 
As I set about to put my ship on that new tack, I want to underscore one very important point.
 
When you see the talking heads on the Sunday political talk shows, unless they are speaking in the honest context of America's torture-enslavement of God's One True Telepath they are wrong in everything they say, be they left right or in the middle of the political daisy chain that is America.