American Fascism & The 11,391-Soldier Dalay
(I have some late-breaking news for you today.
(I have received a most interesting battle code which indicates a well known American woman will be killed before the end of this month. Of course there is a certain random attrition in such things, but this is a track-able, stoppable death. I have been focusing so much on America's June disasters that I have neglected to watch May closely.
(The code is "Tsuki!", which is a Japanese fencing term meaning a straight sword jab to and through the throat. This code apparently goes with the recent battle code I reported, "Men don't make passes at women who pass gasses", an amusing code for a deadly situation.
(The question I ask you is this: if I discover the name of the woman who is to be killed should I reveal it and save her life? My psycho-fascist neighbors who torture me through the walls tell me with their torture to let her die. If six readers ask me to save her life, I will; or if the torture through the walls stops, I will save her life.
(That brings me back to today's subject, American Fascism.)
I do not believe the American people really mind that a Republican American Fascist coup has taken place in the United States of America; what they mind is the ineptness and stupidity of George W. Bush.
Were Republican American Fascism smart fascism, were Bush were more like Hitler and less like Mousolini, America's plan to go to war against every nation in the world that does not kiss its ass would have the full approval of the American people.
Were there to be a presidential election in 2008, you would find the Democrats saying they are better at fascism than the Republicans; but it wouldn't make much difference because (were there to be a presidential election in 2008) the Republican American Fascists have mastered the art of electronic ballot box stuffing.
Of course, I am just killing time here while Time kills you; and yes, American Fascism will be defeated by June 2007, but the thing that will really surprise, gall and terrify the American people is that God sees them, almost all of them, as being fascist, too. In God's eyes, Pat Robertson is a fascist, as are all the snake oil preachers on television.
It is a pity it has come to this--but when I say this, Dear Reader, I am reminded that this was the point of argument between my dear friend, God, and myself way back in 1972, when I was saying what good people the Americans were, and God was saying they are fascists. That is, God was saying America has been fascist since its inception, if you look at it from the point of view of those being fascisticated-over.
I have been these past several weeks talking about a most serious, and from my perspective a most beautiful Space War attack on the United States of American in June, the death toll estimate now to be over 11,000 psycho-fascist Americans, but that estimate is almost certain to go much, much higher if my psycho-fascist neighbors continue to torture me, and if your government pigs and media weasels, Dear Reader, continue to allow them to.
God has a sense of justice.
I am pleased to say this death toll is not expected to be among the American military, which I have loved all my life, but to be almost totally limited to American civilians, who have tortured and enslaved my for over half my life.
God has a sense of justice.
What I want to suggest today is that America's treatment of me, the only audibly telepathic person in human history, is exactly the same as, a microcosm of, Republican American Fascism's treatment of the world.
The Americans who have tortured me every day and every night for over thirty years have a justification. My psycho-fascist American neighbors in this motel have a clear and pure and simple rationalization for practicing the torture of sleep deprivation on me, of in fact murdering me through torture if they can accomplish it.
Their reason is the same reason for racial and religious persecution throughout all of human history; my existence is offensive to them and I violate their space, and they have power over me, and that power is delicious.
I understand that, and had I not been nailed to a cross of perfidy for the last thirty-some years I would long ago have found a way to live, a place to live, where my telepathy would not violate the mental space of other people.
Here is the rub, and I suggest this rub applies to the macrocosm, to the entire planet Earth, the American people would not allow me to do that, the American people so loved torturing God's One True Telepath that they would;not allow me to find a way or location where my telepathy would not intrude.
This was the case even to the degree that when I attempted to go deep into wilderness the United States of America would send government helicopters out to find me, and when they found me send government-pig torturers to torture me.
I can no more stop being the only audible mental telepath in history than some poor American bastard who lost his both arms in Iraq can grow those arms back. While that poor bastard lost his arms for the honor and glory of George W. Bush, I became audibly telepathic in the service of God. Therein lies the difference. He lost his arms for fascism; I lost my freedom for God.
So, my neighbors in this motel tell me if I dream they will cough or rap on the wall to awaken me because my dreams enter their space, invade their space, and therefore they have the right to torture me with sleep deprivation. From their point of view there is nothing I can do to right this situation but to die.
I suggest this same American fascist policy is followed around the world. There is nothing Venezuela can do, there is nothing Colombia can do, there is nothing Iran can do, there is nothing Iraq can do, there is nothing Afghanistan can do, there is nothing Cuba can do, there is nothing "North" Korea can do, there is nothing any of the targeted nations of this Earth can do unless they, like "Great" Britain, bend over and spread their cheeks for the United States of America.
This is why so many good, sweet American psycho-fascist people will die and be damned in June.
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