No Chance, No Chance At All

 
So, Dear Reader, it has come to this; my America is defeated; there is nothing more I can do.
 
Like the Titanic, Titanic America is sinking, and all I can offer is play music on the deck for you while your panic grows, as you see there are not enough lifeboats for all, and as you begin to understand the sea is too cold for flotsam drifting.
 
Before the end of next April, just over a year from now, sunken America will be resting, cold and moaning, on the bottom of the sea.
 
On or about April 1, 2007, George W. Bush will go down with the ship, loathed in the eyes of humankind and isolated from the heart of God for having rammed the ship of state into its doom; for having murdered, for having murdered, for having murdered Muslim children.
 
By, say, June-sometime, it will begin to dawn on the American television news fools that they have missed the story, missed the boat, that their confidence was group confidence but in the end they stand alone, a gaggle of cowards before the singular truth.
 
As for me, my duty is done.  Over 30 years ago I knew America's defeat was coming, and I tried to warn, and I tried to warn, and I tried to warn, and so amused and so cruel was America that America tortured me all those years for having attempted to warn; and now my duty is done because even if America were to heed my warnings today America would, like the Titanic filling with water, still sink.
 
Oddly, patriotism was my motivation in attempting to prevent America's sinking.  Like a fool hopelessly in love with a whore sucking and fucking behind his back, I was hopelessly in love with America, murdering and robbing behind my back.
 
Then God said, "Hey, Virgil, these Americans deserve what they are going to get", and God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy to make God's point, and the American people tortured me, and tortured me, and tortured me, and tortured me; and would have tortured me without end had they not died in the way they did.
 
The question to be asked, Dear Reader, is have I failed to save Good America or have I succeeded in letting Bad America die?  Success or failure, the result is the same.