The $40 Billion Defeat
Today our fifth week of this eight-week attack pattern, God's attack on the United States of America resulting directly from America's torture-enslavement of me.
On the surface, it seems we have had no attacks since God crashed the damned Yankee's plane into a Manhattan building a couple weeks ago; but there was something that happened this week that bodes ill for America.
I hesitate to tell you about it because I don't think you have the stomach for it, yet it points to how evil America has been to me, and how harsh America will be punished for that evil, and I think you should know that.
I know American's do not understand that their torture-for-fun of me is evil, but we are talking about damnation here, mass damnation because that mass agreement to torture me is so evil.
So here is the dilemma I face; whether to tell you something you may not have the backbone to know, or not tell you and let that lesson be lost; so that more of you Americans, millions more of you Americans, will face the same agonizing fate.
The fire next time.
This is no small question here at I.C. News. To face this question I must look at my commission from God to write The Obituary of the World, and to write the death of this Earth as it is taking place, and to point out again and again why and how that death is taking place; and how the American people are such a criminal part of that death.
I am, therefore, not a popular fellow.
So, I must tell you this story knowing full well you may hate me for the telling whether you believe the story to be true or not; and, Dear Reader, this story is true.
To tell you this story I must tell you that many years ago I found a way to briefly escape from under the heel from America's constant torture of me. That way was to go into the wilderness for a month or more each summer.
Over time I became very skilled at the art of long duration backpacking, and would leave the city after eleven months of constant torture and return after a month or more, fit as a fiddle, to do God's work again in the face of private-citizen-torture.
After a time the government pigs became aware of this salvation I had found in the wilderness, and began following me into the wilderness to torture me there. Those chosen to do that, either as volunteers or under orders, were member of the US Forest Service.
Finally, the level of harassment and the level of threat on my life by the US Forest Service became so great I could not go on those long, beautiful retreats any longer, and my body grew weaker and my sadness grew greater, because I loved the wilderness so much and those hikes restored my health so fully.
I had planned this past summer to hike deep into the wilderness and on my 67th birthday climb to a particular pass I love so much, but immediately upon my arrival in the wilderness the US Forest Service torture of me was so great and so threatening that I decided to spend the summer in a motel room where indeed I would be tortured just as much, but where I would not be so easily murdered by the US Forest Service.
In the news these days is a huge fire near Palm Springs, California, and news of the great tragedy of five US Forest Service personnel being burned to death and a sixth lying in agony in a hospital with burns over 95 percent of his body, waiting to die or waiting to live a life of pain.
This, Dear Reader, is the same US Forest Service that tortured me out of the mountains, tortured me away from my most beautiful and intimate conversations with God that took place there, forced me to leave under constant torture and threat of death.
Therefore, Dear Reader, I see Ranger Rick in a different way than you. (You may perhaps remember my mentioning of Ranger Rick, somewhat out of context, in this work before that fire began.)
So, perhaps you can understand I see poetic justice at work in that fire and in that hellish death of five and burning of one US Forest Service people, and hate me though you might, I have no justice in America other than such poetic justice.
Those same US Forest Service people, had I attempted to backpack in their region, would have inflicted me with torture and threat of death, because that is the God-damned American way with me.
The community of Banning, now in mourning because those men lived there, would have tortured me had I attempted to live there; and the diner you see on TV where people express their sadness would have served me adulterated food, that being a favorite American diner practice.
Do you understand? The Forest Service personnel near Palm Springs, California, share responsibility in the torture of me by the Forest Service personnel near Sonora, California, just as do the Forest Service personnel near Bangor, Maine. This may not seem fair to you, but what is fair about America's torture-enslavement of me?
Do Unto Others, Stupid. You have heard this, but what you are going to learn is that God takes this very seriously.
So, let me throw some salt in that US Forest Service wound today. If those US Forest Service people knew of America's torture-enslavement of me; just knew of it but did not participate in it, the dead are already in Hell and the pitifully injured is on his way.
Hate me, Americans; I don't care, I don't like you all that much anyway; and I suppose that is what you wanted to create in your torture of me, immense dislike for you; a funny thing if I am helpless bur a horror if I am not.
Welcome to the horror.
Now let's see if I can establish a proof to what I have just said; and I know you Americans hate me for saying it; but you Americans are going to torture me whatever I say and whatever I do, so why not say it?
I am saying what you loathe to hear, Americans have been damned for over 30 years for America's torture-enslavement of me, and these US Forest Service people are among the latest Americans in Hell.
The news tells us the fire that killed five and horribly burned one was deliberately set; but the news lies a lot so I will wait and see the proof; but if this is true and the proof is reported in the news, let's see if the event fits into our encoding pattern for this week.
Meanwhile, back at the stench that is America, momentum builds toward this most acrimonious mid-term election; it is donkeys and elephants to you, rattlesnakes and cobras to me; and we have three more weeks in this current attack pattern, this proof of damnation of every unrepentant American who knows of America's torture-enslavement of me.
Unless something bigger breaks, I will return to the subject of Palm Springs, California, tomorrow, because the fire now burning is near Palm Springs, and Palm Springs is very important in the story of God's punishment of the United States of America..
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
working codes
Kakimashita--has become the poker table
Teal has gone to Kamo-Negi
Spiker
On the surface, it seems we have had no attacks since God crashed the damned Yankee's plane into a Manhattan building a couple weeks ago; but there was something that happened this week that bodes ill for America.
I hesitate to tell you about it because I don't think you have the stomach for it, yet it points to how evil America has been to me, and how harsh America will be punished for that evil, and I think you should know that.
I know American's do not understand that their torture-for-fun of me is evil, but we are talking about damnation here, mass damnation because that mass agreement to torture me is so evil.
So here is the dilemma I face; whether to tell you something you may not have the backbone to know, or not tell you and let that lesson be lost; so that more of you Americans, millions more of you Americans, will face the same agonizing fate.
The fire next time.
This is no small question here at I.C. News. To face this question I must look at my commission from God to write The Obituary of the World, and to write the death of this Earth as it is taking place, and to point out again and again why and how that death is taking place; and how the American people are such a criminal part of that death.
I am, therefore, not a popular fellow.
So, I must tell you this story knowing full well you may hate me for the telling whether you believe the story to be true or not; and, Dear Reader, this story is true.
To tell you this story I must tell you that many years ago I found a way to briefly escape from under the heel from America's constant torture of me. That way was to go into the wilderness for a month or more each summer.
Over time I became very skilled at the art of long duration backpacking, and would leave the city after eleven months of constant torture and return after a month or more, fit as a fiddle, to do God's work again in the face of private-citizen-torture.
After a time the government pigs became aware of this salvation I had found in the wilderness, and began following me into the wilderness to torture me there. Those chosen to do that, either as volunteers or under orders, were member of the US Forest Service.
Finally, the level of harassment and the level of threat on my life by the US Forest Service became so great I could not go on those long, beautiful retreats any longer, and my body grew weaker and my sadness grew greater, because I loved the wilderness so much and those hikes restored my health so fully.
I had planned this past summer to hike deep into the wilderness and on my 67th birthday climb to a particular pass I love so much, but immediately upon my arrival in the wilderness the US Forest Service torture of me was so great and so threatening that I decided to spend the summer in a motel room where indeed I would be tortured just as much, but where I would not be so easily murdered by the US Forest Service.
In the news these days is a huge fire near Palm Springs, California, and news of the great tragedy of five US Forest Service personnel being burned to death and a sixth lying in agony in a hospital with burns over 95 percent of his body, waiting to die or waiting to live a life of pain.
This, Dear Reader, is the same US Forest Service that tortured me out of the mountains, tortured me away from my most beautiful and intimate conversations with God that took place there, forced me to leave under constant torture and threat of death.
Therefore, Dear Reader, I see Ranger Rick in a different way than you. (You may perhaps remember my mentioning of Ranger Rick, somewhat out of context, in this work before that fire began.)
So, perhaps you can understand I see poetic justice at work in that fire and in that hellish death of five and burning of one US Forest Service people, and hate me though you might, I have no justice in America other than such poetic justice.
Those same US Forest Service people, had I attempted to backpack in their region, would have inflicted me with torture and threat of death, because that is the God-damned American way with me.
The community of Banning, now in mourning because those men lived there, would have tortured me had I attempted to live there; and the diner you see on TV where people express their sadness would have served me adulterated food, that being a favorite American diner practice.
Do you understand? The Forest Service personnel near Palm Springs, California, share responsibility in the torture of me by the Forest Service personnel near Sonora, California, just as do the Forest Service personnel near Bangor, Maine. This may not seem fair to you, but what is fair about America's torture-enslavement of me?
Do Unto Others, Stupid. You have heard this, but what you are going to learn is that God takes this very seriously.
So, let me throw some salt in that US Forest Service wound today. If those US Forest Service people knew of America's torture-enslavement of me; just knew of it but did not participate in it, the dead are already in Hell and the pitifully injured is on his way.
Hate me, Americans; I don't care, I don't like you all that much anyway; and I suppose that is what you wanted to create in your torture of me, immense dislike for you; a funny thing if I am helpless bur a horror if I am not.
Welcome to the horror.
Now let's see if I can establish a proof to what I have just said; and I know you Americans hate me for saying it; but you Americans are going to torture me whatever I say and whatever I do, so why not say it?
I am saying what you loathe to hear, Americans have been damned for over 30 years for America's torture-enslavement of me, and these US Forest Service people are among the latest Americans in Hell.
The news tells us the fire that killed five and horribly burned one was deliberately set; but the news lies a lot so I will wait and see the proof; but if this is true and the proof is reported in the news, let's see if the event fits into our encoding pattern for this week.
Meanwhile, back at the stench that is America, momentum builds toward this most acrimonious mid-term election; it is donkeys and elephants to you, rattlesnakes and cobras to me; and we have three more weeks in this current attack pattern, this proof of damnation of every unrepentant American who knows of America's torture-enslavement of me.
Unless something bigger breaks, I will return to the subject of Palm Springs, California, tomorrow, because the fire now burning is near Palm Springs, and Palm Springs is very important in the story of God's punishment of the United States of America..
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
working codes
Kakimashita--has become the poker table
Teal has gone to Kamo-Negi
Spiker
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