A Hill of Beans; A Mountain of Bodies

 
Today there was a "non-binding" vote on the Hill that amounted to a Republican American Fascist emotional/political blackmail of the Democratic American Mice; but what was missed in the debate that led up to the vote is what has been missed since before George W. Bush's stupid and fascist invasion of Iraq; that is that the first purpose of the invasion of Iraq was to capture America.
 
Once the first American soldier died, once George W. Bush was soaked in American-soldier blood, all the members of the House and all the members of the Senate had to go along with that foolish, fascist man in honor of that blood.  This was a cold-hearted, deliberate calculation.
 
That said, let's turn to the really big story that is taking place even as you read these words, that being the sinking of Titanic America.  I mean here America's defeat in Space War, the war the media does not cover because if it did it would have to mention my name because Space War is centered on America's torture-enslavement of me.
 
To review, I am saying Titanic America suffered a fatal breach of its hull early this year, and this month, June, the American people are expected to feel the water up to their ankles; that is, events of this month are expected to reveal to the American people the pickle they are in, just as at one point all the passengers and crew of the sinking Titanic became aware of the pickle they were in.
 
Until the moment of awareness, unawareness rules.
 
I do not see many American faces showing pickle-awareness, but we have about two weeks to go, and there have been three indicators of movement in that direction.
 
The first indicator was my splendid advance documentation of America's killing the famous Jihad soldier, a killing which seems to have put even more bubbles into the head of George W. Bush.
 
The second indicator was a remarkable decrease in America's sleep-deprivation torture of me following my advance documentation of that death, following my advance documentation of a top secret US military operation which I somehow knew about in my torture chamber in California nearly half a world away.
 
The importance of this indictor can be seen in the intensity and duration of the sleep deprivation torture, which began just a little less than five years ago, right after God told me George W. Bush would destroy the world, and thee times put me on the brink of death.
 
That it should suddenly stop just after my stunning accomplishment indicates the impact of that accomplishment.
 
(I have been advised by government pigs that if I write about this cessation of this form of torture they will re-establish this torture, but we Space Sailors have a quaint expression about government pigs, "God Damn Their Piggish Souls."
 
The third indicator was the mid-sized quake just south of San Francisco, which may portend some greater quake-type disaster, since whatever God has in mind for the  American people during the next two weeks must either melt their hearts of stone or touch their intellects of mud or terrify their cowardly asses.