Sadness

 
Something of immense sadness has happened and has not yet been reported in the news, if it ever will be reported, or this sad event has happened in the near future and we will know what it is when we catch up with that point in Time.
 
It is a pity, Dear Reader, your government does not understand the physics of time.  Good for me; bad for your government.
 
If I am right about this sad event possibly being a future event, we are talking about less than 48 hours from Wednesday noon, California time.
 
All I know now is that there is a miserable sadness to this event, and it makes me wonder if the American government is not planning even more evil treatment of me; but there I go taking America's great disaster personally.
 
This mention of this great unknown sadness having been made, as I was asked by God to make it, let's turn to the subject of today's work before this great sadness was felt; today's subject being the death of this Earth.
 
Quite a few years ago I was given a commission by God to write The Obituary of the World.
 
Officially, I was given this commission in about 1965, but in truth I was given this commission shortly before I was born in August of 1939.  I know this pre-birth story is a truth you are not likely to be comfortable with, but it is my duty to tell you every truth I know.
 
I realize, too, that this concept flies in the faces of the three religions we Space Sailors call The Tornado of War, they being Judaism, Christianity, and Islam; here in fairness listed in chronological order.
 
That is, this concept of God talking to fetuses in the womb and commissioning them with a Life's Work is likely outside all the but most esoteric theological contemplations, but it is not all that uncommon.  God speaks to fetuses all the time.
 
I think it is time the American people began to think about God in more adult terms, since they have a most juvenile delinquent way of interpreting the will of God.
 
I understand I am not the holy-rolly, Bible-thumping, scripture-quoting kind of guy you want to delve into the mysteries of God with, but I never really intended to do that.  Far be it for me to rustle sheep out of some TV-snake-oil pastor's flock; and sheep give be the creeps anyway.
 
No, the commission God gave me was to write The Obituary of the World; not to save the world, not be a religious figure, not to be a priest or a preacher, but to write the work you are reading here.
 
To establish God's commission in real terms and to help me understand why this Earth will be dead by 2065, God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy just before I became internationally known in about 1972.
 
This gift had several immediate functions.
 
First, it saved my life from the murderous Richard M. Nixon.
 
Second, it allowed the American people to reveal to me some things about themselves I never would have suspected to exist, and to tattoo those things on the wall of history so history would know how the American people came to their sad fate, and would know the Americans brought it on themselves.
 
Third, it allowed me to explore this world like no person had ever explored it before; and herein lies the great loss to the human being, lost because American people so loved Telepath torture-enslavement.
 
Again, God in no way commissioned me to save this world.  God knew from the outset how the American people would respond to my suddenly becoming audibly telepathic.   God knew the American people would hound me and destroy my life because, Dear Reader, God knows the American people are not what they say they are.
 
I, however, did not know that, and back in 1972 I was deeply troubled by the horrible future into which America was willy-nilly entering..  I considered the American people to be a good, great and kind people, and I expected the American people to accept my audible mental telepathy in honesty, and to allow me to live and work in peace in freedom, to live with my wife, to father my children, and to continue in my chosen field of journalism.
 
Looking back, I was a fool to trust in the goodness of the American people; I might as well have expected to use a rainbow as a bridge than to assume the American people were good and solid.
 
Damn but I was naive about the American people.  I thought they were so much better than they are; I thought they were so less evil than they are.
 
That was the whole point, Dear Reader, God knew I was naive about the nature of my beloved American people, and for that matter, naive about the nature of my beloved species, the human being.
 
This was important for me to know, Dear Reader, if I was to write The Obituary of the World, because it is customary in an obituary to include the cause of death.
 
Of course, I cannot know what I would have written had God not given me the cross of audible mental telepathy to bear, but I think in general, if Nixon hadn't murdered me, I might have portrayed the human being as perhaps a victim of circumstances it could not cope with; like a great island people whose island sinks into the sea from under them, dead and gone, yes, but innocently dead and gone.
 
In fact, Dear Reader, that is not the case; the truth is humankind murdered this Earth; and the human being will be dead and gone, yes, but guilty-as-sin dead and gone.
 
This leads us to Judgment Day, and if nothing more important arises, I will write about Judgment Day next time, and what I have to tell you, what I have to show you, will surprise The Tornado of War, the Jews, the Christians and the Muslims, equally.
 
I don't know about the Muslims, but I know the Jews and the Christians will hate the facts of Judgment Day.