The $13 Billion Defeat

This is our first day of rest in our tracking of this eight-week Space War attack on Telepath torturers world wide. Our Angel Sailors clean human blood from their blades. Their blades sleep. Tomorrow, early, they will be thirsty again.

We can expect a great clarification of the scope and nature of this "Mouse" attack in the coming week over what we saw last week.

I say this because of the greater clarity in terms of modern English of the second verse over the first verse of our battle map poem, Robert Burns' 1785 classic, "To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Next With The Plough".

The first verse, which we have just passed through at the cost of some 160 human lives, reads:

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
Oh, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to run and chase thee,
With murd'ring pattle!

See how vague this first verse is to English's current form. See how hidden in the snow of human prattle lie the lost 160. Let's look at the second verse and see what it tells us of humankind's next week of war with God..

I'm truly sorry man's domain,
Has broken nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-borne companion,
An' fellow mortal!

We see in this verse the core of humankind's dilemma as this Earth spirals toward her death in less than sixty years "...man's domain has broken nature's social union...", which is why God is at war with humankind, and which is why God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy, which is why America bumbles now into utter and total defeat.

We can expect God to bring this message home this week.