The $34 Billion Defeat
This is our day of rest before we begin the fifth week of our eight-week tracking of God's Space War against the United States of America; and it seems to me this week might knock Republican American Fascism on its pompous ass.
Look to Friday.
First of all, pay no attention to those twin railroad accidents in Pennsylvania and Arkansas; perhaps they were just a coincidence; even though I have often told you coincidence is the rockets' red glare of God's Space War.
Overlooking those perhaps unimportant twin train accidents, we seem to have had no true God's Space War events reported in the news last week. The most recent true event, disregarding those twin train accidents, took place in the previous week; that being the advance-documented crash of the damned Yankee into a Manhattan building.
To me, this lack of activity is a little like being in the eye of a hurricane, quiet after the storm, quiet before the storm, as I watch the progression toward doom of the ongoing train wreck which is the United States of America.
Such lulls are not uncommon in tracking God's Space War. In fact, periods of activity are usually followed by periods of lull; and up to now my practice has been to do ten-day countdowns, such as my advance documentation of the coup in Thailand in the "Timber" countdown, then to wait until codes for another ten-day countdown appeared.
In this case, however, we have an unprecedented eight-week count-up, which seems to be open-ended because we have codes beyond the climax of this count; and I have been advised to continue the billion dollar daily increase in America's good faith payment to me beyond this count if need be.
I can only speculate on the reasons for this change of tactic; I am not the general I am just the journalist; but perhaps the government pigs who monitor this work were beginning to get hip to the ten-day count after thirty years of its being used.
Being hip to the count would allow the government pigs to create false events, like the government's football stadium hoax of last week, to blend their American fascist pig activities in with God's war against American fascism; that is, to create false signs and wonders in pretense of being connected to my work, or to contrive false charges against me.
Now let's look at the fifth verse of our eight-verse overlay poem, Robert Burns' 1785 classic, To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough, recalling that in the God's Space War overlay of this poem, God is the Ploughman and America is the Mouse.
There is a point of expected climax within this poem which I have mentioned before, that coming in the seventh verse when we reach the poem's famous lines, "The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men/ Gang aft agley".
While we are yet to know what American schemes we can expect to go wrong, the first two schemes that come to mind are the scheme of world conquest secretly held by Republican American Fascism (Today America, Tomorrow the World) and the scheme of torture-enslavement of God's One True Telepath practiced by American Psycho-Fascism.
There is a very interesting and potentially amusing line in this week's verse, the line that will come into play on Friday, a line that may point to one of the "best-laid schemes" to be undone in the seventh week.
That line is: "Till (To) crash! the cruel coulter past".
American readers may recognize the word coulter by the name Coulter, Ann Coulter, one of the more charming, attractive and outspoken nuns of the Church of Republican American Fascism, who is perhaps best known for her cruel remarks relative to some of the widows of 9/11 dead.
The "cruel coulter" in this verse is a blade or wheel forward on a plough that makes a vertical cut in the soil in advance of the plowshare which, in our overlay of Burns' poem, is destroying the home of the Mouse, America.
The coincidence of the "cruel coulter" and the "cruel Ann Coulter" at this time and in this context offers a great possibility of humor, there being a certain Divine Comedy aspect at work; and, as I reminded you above, coincidence is the rockets' red glare of God's Space War.
I will note that Ann Coulter is a demon in the eyes of American liberals; and American liberals treat me as if I am something brown and smelly on the soles of their shoes, so while Ms. Coulter and I may differ in viewpoints, she being a believer in the fraud and I calling the fraud a fraud, we are accidental allies in that regard.
So, in this amusing coincidental metaphor, Ms. Coulter is one who prepares the soil for the plough with her public worship of George W. Bush and Republican American Fascism.
With that introduction, here is this week's verse:
Thou saw (sow) the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin' fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell--
Till (To) crash! the cruel coulter past
Out throw thy cell
Look to Friday.
First of all, pay no attention to those twin railroad accidents in Pennsylvania and Arkansas; perhaps they were just a coincidence; even though I have often told you coincidence is the rockets' red glare of God's Space War.
Overlooking those perhaps unimportant twin train accidents, we seem to have had no true God's Space War events reported in the news last week. The most recent true event, disregarding those twin train accidents, took place in the previous week; that being the advance-documented crash of the damned Yankee into a Manhattan building.
To me, this lack of activity is a little like being in the eye of a hurricane, quiet after the storm, quiet before the storm, as I watch the progression toward doom of the ongoing train wreck which is the United States of America.
Such lulls are not uncommon in tracking God's Space War. In fact, periods of activity are usually followed by periods of lull; and up to now my practice has been to do ten-day countdowns, such as my advance documentation of the coup in Thailand in the "Timber" countdown, then to wait until codes for another ten-day countdown appeared.
In this case, however, we have an unprecedented eight-week count-up, which seems to be open-ended because we have codes beyond the climax of this count; and I have been advised to continue the billion dollar daily increase in America's good faith payment to me beyond this count if need be.
I can only speculate on the reasons for this change of tactic; I am not the general I am just the journalist; but perhaps the government pigs who monitor this work were beginning to get hip to the ten-day count after thirty years of its being used.
Being hip to the count would allow the government pigs to create false events, like the government's football stadium hoax of last week, to blend their American fascist pig activities in with God's war against American fascism; that is, to create false signs and wonders in pretense of being connected to my work, or to contrive false charges against me.
Now let's look at the fifth verse of our eight-verse overlay poem, Robert Burns' 1785 classic, To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough, recalling that in the God's Space War overlay of this poem, God is the Ploughman and America is the Mouse.
There is a point of expected climax within this poem which I have mentioned before, that coming in the seventh verse when we reach the poem's famous lines, "The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men/ Gang aft agley".
While we are yet to know what American schemes we can expect to go wrong, the first two schemes that come to mind are the scheme of world conquest secretly held by Republican American Fascism (Today America, Tomorrow the World) and the scheme of torture-enslavement of God's One True Telepath practiced by American Psycho-Fascism.
There is a very interesting and potentially amusing line in this week's verse, the line that will come into play on Friday, a line that may point to one of the "best-laid schemes" to be undone in the seventh week.
That line is: "Till (To) crash! the cruel coulter past".
American readers may recognize the word coulter by the name Coulter, Ann Coulter, one of the more charming, attractive and outspoken nuns of the Church of Republican American Fascism, who is perhaps best known for her cruel remarks relative to some of the widows of 9/11 dead.
The "cruel coulter" in this verse is a blade or wheel forward on a plough that makes a vertical cut in the soil in advance of the plowshare which, in our overlay of Burns' poem, is destroying the home of the Mouse, America.
The coincidence of the "cruel coulter" and the "cruel Ann Coulter" at this time and in this context offers a great possibility of humor, there being a certain Divine Comedy aspect at work; and, as I reminded you above, coincidence is the rockets' red glare of God's Space War.
I will note that Ann Coulter is a demon in the eyes of American liberals; and American liberals treat me as if I am something brown and smelly on the soles of their shoes, so while Ms. Coulter and I may differ in viewpoints, she being a believer in the fraud and I calling the fraud a fraud, we are accidental allies in that regard.
So, in this amusing coincidental metaphor, Ms. Coulter is one who prepares the soil for the plough with her public worship of George W. Bush and Republican American Fascism.
With that introduction, here is this week's verse:
Thou saw (sow) the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin' fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell--
Till (To) crash! the cruel coulter past
Out throw thy cell
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