...When You Can Shoot Them All

 
The linking code of yesterday and today (Don't Shoot Just One...When You Can Shoot Them All) points not only to the coming massive attack by God on the United States of America, but also to my own defensive strategy during these some 35 years of American torture-enslavement.
 
My survival was in my following several injunctions of Jesus, including "Turn the Other Cheek", which took on the role of strategy since America was making every effort possible to trigger a response from me it could call criminal.  It was doing this through constant infliction of pain, loss and outrage.
 
America was doing this because it thought I was helpless; the fact that I am not helpless is one of the points about to be driven home to the Americans.
 
The murder of my progeny, for example, angered me to dangerous level, not a danger to the technician who was paid to do it, but to myself; because if I had acted on that anger I would still be in prison or I would be dead.
 
My defense against responding to that most evil American crime against me was to go into the wilderness and pass through my waves of anger in isolation rather than among the psycho-fascist Americans who did it to me.
 
I had never known anger like that, and I think I must have packed up my camp three or four times with the idea in mind to go back to put some bullets where some bullets belonged, but it was not my job to go to prison for shooting someone who should be shot; it was my job to remember Vengeance is the Lord's.
 
That extreme violation of my body and murder of my progeny was inflicted by the American government with the intent of creating a suicidal response from me; and that is also a basic strategy of the United States in its relationship with the world, with Korea for example; and right now much if not all of the world's nations feel the muzzle of the American nuclear gun at their temples.
 
An early example of these intentional outrageous violations of me took place when I attempted to warn of the Patty Hearst kidnapping.
 
Not only was I put on 72-hour psychiatric hold for asking to speak to a police detective so I might have a way of recording new information as I received it, but the total physical examination of me upon entering the psychiatric facility was by an elderly woman doctor who stuck a tongue depressor up my ass, and twisting it.  That was it.  No blood pressure check, no blood test, no listening to my heart, just a stick up my ass by a fat, mean old woman.
 
No pun intended, but had I not turned the other cheek I would have gone to prison or worse.
 
Consider, naked public victim Virgil Kret who had just been committed for observation, alone in a room with a woman doctor, she sticks a stick up his ass (which would not have been reported, of course) and he responds physically, or even yells at her---I would have been framed in the media and the courts to be the monster nut the American government was trying to make of me.
 
America would have considered that a victory; what a pathetic country America is.
 
The message from God during all such trials that would bend the limitations of my patience was always:  Let this go, we will get them all in the end.  That was the same as this current code, Don't Shoot Just One...When You Can Shoot Them All.
 
My skill at tracking future events, such as my advance documentation of the Thai coup just established in the "Timber" countdown, grew from God's responses to America's attempting to torture me into a nut house, or a prison, or a grave.
 
God would tell me about future events and relate them to America's torture to me.  Prior to one of the first commercial plane crashes I documented in advance, God told me the plane would crash because of a particular crime committed against me in a nut house (a different crime in a different nut house).
 
So, through the 35 years of America's torture-enslavement of me I have documented and warned of dozens of events before they happened, such as 9/11, and America would just torture me all the more for the warning; and in America's stupidity behind that torture was my poetic justice.
 
You can see that poetic justice, I am sure, Americans were dying for lack of knowledge they would have had were they not torturing me.
 
Had I had an office job in the World Trade Center I would have been harassed and tormented every day by fellow employees until I was harassed out or died of a heart attack.  I know because I had office jobs in San Francisco and that is exactly what happened, and Telepath torture is the same everywhere I go in America.
 
So, those were my torturers dying on 9/11, and I had tried for three months too warn them and was tortured silly every day for trying.  There is a scientific term which fits this mass death due to mass torture:  Tough Titty.
 
Some 30 years before 9/11, when I was the subject of mass amusement of the ordinary people on the New York City streets, God told me New York City would be punished.  I at first thought 9/11 was that punishment, but I am told worse is yet to come.
 
The remarkable thing in this pattern of warnings and rejections of warnings was that even though I had clearly been right, America's torture-enslavement of me was worth more than airline planes crashed and passengers killed, worth more than presidents endangered, worth more that the space shuttle Challenger destroyed, worth more than children killed in school shootings, worth more than the 9/11 dead, and a record of my successes was never kept and weighed.
 
America needed me to be the person of no consequence for which I was being tortured, because the torture, the beloved torture, must go on.
 
Just last week, my advance documentations of the deaths of Steve Irwin and Daniel Smith, the blocked school shooting in Green Bay, and my naming of the date of the coup in Thailand eleven days in advance, did not merit a cessation of torture through the walls or on the streets or in the stores.  Not only that, those successes even brought about a tightening of the government pig-media weasel alliance against me.
 
The point I am making here on the verge of this great Space War attack on the United States, is that any demonstration short of breaking America's psycho-fascist back will be swept under the rug so the joy of Telepath torture-enslavement can continue, so the guilt of Telepath torture-enslavement need not be faced.
 
Typical of America, my knowledge is unwelcome no matter how many people die for the lack of it, because America's knowledge of the truth will set me free, and that is taboo.
 
America's blindness to my successes and the ignoring of the importance of those successes has been consistent for some 35 years, and I believe this blindness is caused by America's having thrown away my constitutional and human rights in exchange for the joy of torture.
 
That is, America has been so evil to me, so evil in terms of Constitution and Bible and basic human decency, that it cannot back off from that evil.  America is like a rapist of a child who must continue on to murder the child in an attempt to retain a feeling of innocence.
 
Now we are on the lip of the pit America has dug for itself while it tortured and enslaved me, and I am about to begin showing you God's Space War attack on the United States of America.
 
America's crying won't stop it; America's praying won't slow it down.  America has done what it has done, and the American people joined in on the crime willingly and gleefully.  It is time now for America to suffer for it.
 
I am speaking here only of America's crimes against me, not the many crimes America has committed against the world, particularly since the rise of Republican American Fascism.  God will punish America for those crimes, too, but this approaching punishment, Dear Reader, is God's gift to me.