The 224-Soldier Delay

 
So, the new people in room 114 continued the stylized torture, so we add another 114 to the number of dead American soldiers before we again present good intelligence on the defeat of the United States of America, bringing the total US military deaths we must wait for to 224.
 
Given the general attrition rate of American military people this should take us well past the June crisis period, the life-saving period.  Of course, considering how militarily stupid the Republican American Fascists are, a huge US military disaster is always possible.
 
There were no American deaths reported today, and at I.C. News that no news is good news.
 
The only value of my lost intelligence, caused by this public torture, is that it would have saved at least a thousand American lives; but a potentially more accurate figure I am hearing is three thousand lives.
 
Of course there is another way to save those lives, that being the people who have occupied room 114 through Thursday night to be charged with felony torture.   They were registered guests; their names are in the records of this motel.
 
Of course, that would require the United States of America to be honest about its torture-enslavement of me; and frankly I think the United States of America would rather see three thousand Americans die than be honest about me; to which the US military death toll in Iraq and Afghanistan will testify, to which the 9/11 death toll will testify, to which the space shuttle Challenger death toll will testify.
 
So, to those from one thousand to three thousand Americans who are about to die victims of Space War in June, your lives are worth less than the "right" of cowardly Americans to torture me through the walls.  You do not know who you are, yet, so you do not give a damn how much I am tortured.
 
This is Justice's Vision, the dead deserve to be dead and the damned deserve to be damned.
 
So, Dear Reader, I am sorry to bother you with this tedious business, but sometimes I must talk directly to the government pigs and media weasel who monitor this work; so tomorrow I intend to get back to pleasant stories, stories told to pass time while Time kills you.