The $41 Billion Defeat
We have a very interesting new code today, "Flash Point", and damn if it doesn't look good for me, and damn if it doesn't look bad for the American people.
So on this our day of rest before we enter into the sixth week of this eight-week proof of the existence of God's Space War against the United States of America, we approach the concept of flash point; and I direct your attention to two flash points in the future, one probable and one certain.
The Probable Flash Point is that point when the American people learn they are being punished by God for their torture-enslavement of me.
The Certain Flash Point is that point when the human race becomes aware of the rapidly approaching death of this Earth, this planet's now estimated to take place shortly before 2065.
This Flash Point code is very important, and I intend to approach it in some detail this coming week, when America's attention is focused on what very likely will be its last mid-term election prior to the destruction of American democracy by Republican American Fascism.
It is suggested that today I connect this Flash Point code to the story of my losing my battlefield cherry, which I published on October 21, in the report called "The $33 Billion Defeat"; and also connect the Flash Point code to the flash fire deaths of the US Forest Service firefighters, which I most reluctantly approached yesterday.
(If I don't approach such hard stories, if I let you think the Second Coming of Jesus Christ is milk and cookies, you will roast when the big fire hits, and you will roast if you are a participant in America's torture-enslavement of me.)
The quote I am asked to give you from my October 21 report is:
"So, naturally the sergeant and I hit the dirt behind the paddy dike, and as I lay there on my side curled up a with my right hand on my helmet waiting for whatever I was waiting for, the sergeant asked, "You ever been shot at before?"
" 'No,' I said, 'this is my first time.'
"Then the sergeant said, 'Wait until it comes over in sheets.' "
I was asked to tell you that story on 10/21 for a very important reason, that reason being to tell you the fire is going to be coming over in sheets.
You Americans have been torturing me for nearly 35 years; and you are accustomed to it and to you torturing me is natural fun; and your masters in the government and the media have hidden from you the cost to you of that torture, billions of dollars and well over ten thousand American lives.
The Flash Point code means the fire is going to come over in such horrible sheets that the American people will know in a flash, without having to be told and with no possibility of the masters keeping the knowledge from them, that they are in deadly fire, just as those firefighters who had fought fires for years, suddenly in a flash knew they were lost.
I say this to the American people: I know you love torturing and enslaving me, and I know you love your blissful ignorance of the crime of it and the cost of it, but you are going to be enveloped in the flame resulting from it, suddenly, and like those firemen on a hill, good guys, good fathers, good husbands, good sons, you will suddenly be out of reach of all help, and your cowards' courage and your smug self-righteousness, will sizzle down to your bones.
Just a warning, take it or leave it, but God is going to save me from you, and God is going to save this Earth from you.
Following is the sixth verse of our battle map poem, Robert Burns' "To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough", the Plowman being God and the United States of America being the Mouse.
That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or (before) hald,
To thole (endure) the winter's sleety dribble,
An cranreuch (hoar-frost) cauld!
Working Codes:
Kakimashita (It Is Written)--was bounced off the writings of conservative Ann Coulter and has become the poker table at which Republican American Fascism will lose its stuffed shirt.
Teal--has gone to Kamo-Negi, the duck carrying its own onion, the duck is George W. Bush, wearing proudly around his neck the onion of his damnation, child murder, about to be roasted by God.
Spiker--represents God coming to my aid on the battlefield of slavery which is my life in the United States of America.
Flash Point--as when gasses and dust build up in a coal mine and a spark triggers an explosion, representing instantaneous, horrible awareness of hopelessness.
So on this our day of rest before we enter into the sixth week of this eight-week proof of the existence of God's Space War against the United States of America, we approach the concept of flash point; and I direct your attention to two flash points in the future, one probable and one certain.
The Probable Flash Point is that point when the American people learn they are being punished by God for their torture-enslavement of me.
The Certain Flash Point is that point when the human race becomes aware of the rapidly approaching death of this Earth, this planet's now estimated to take place shortly before 2065.
This Flash Point code is very important, and I intend to approach it in some detail this coming week, when America's attention is focused on what very likely will be its last mid-term election prior to the destruction of American democracy by Republican American Fascism.
It is suggested that today I connect this Flash Point code to the story of my losing my battlefield cherry, which I published on October 21, in the report called "The $33 Billion Defeat"; and also connect the Flash Point code to the flash fire deaths of the US Forest Service firefighters, which I most reluctantly approached yesterday.
(If I don't approach such hard stories, if I let you think the Second Coming of Jesus Christ is milk and cookies, you will roast when the big fire hits, and you will roast if you are a participant in America's torture-enslavement of me.)
The quote I am asked to give you from my October 21 report is:
"So, naturally the sergeant and I hit the dirt behind the paddy dike, and as I lay there on my side curled up a with my right hand on my helmet waiting for whatever I was waiting for, the sergeant asked, "You ever been shot at before?"
" 'No,' I said, 'this is my first time.'
"Then the sergeant said, 'Wait until it comes over in sheets.' "
I was asked to tell you that story on 10/21 for a very important reason, that reason being to tell you the fire is going to be coming over in sheets.
You Americans have been torturing me for nearly 35 years; and you are accustomed to it and to you torturing me is natural fun; and your masters in the government and the media have hidden from you the cost to you of that torture, billions of dollars and well over ten thousand American lives.
The Flash Point code means the fire is going to come over in such horrible sheets that the American people will know in a flash, without having to be told and with no possibility of the masters keeping the knowledge from them, that they are in deadly fire, just as those firefighters who had fought fires for years, suddenly in a flash knew they were lost.
I say this to the American people: I know you love torturing and enslaving me, and I know you love your blissful ignorance of the crime of it and the cost of it, but you are going to be enveloped in the flame resulting from it, suddenly, and like those firemen on a hill, good guys, good fathers, good husbands, good sons, you will suddenly be out of reach of all help, and your cowards' courage and your smug self-righteousness, will sizzle down to your bones.
Just a warning, take it or leave it, but God is going to save me from you, and God is going to save this Earth from you.
Following is the sixth verse of our battle map poem, Robert Burns' "To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough", the Plowman being God and the United States of America being the Mouse.
That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or (before) hald,
To thole (endure) the winter's sleety dribble,
An cranreuch (hoar-frost) cauld!
Working Codes:
Kakimashita (It Is Written)--was bounced off the writings of conservative Ann Coulter and has become the poker table at which Republican American Fascism will lose its stuffed shirt.
Teal--has gone to Kamo-Negi, the duck carrying its own onion, the duck is George W. Bush, wearing proudly around his neck the onion of his damnation, child murder, about to be roasted by God.
Spiker--represents God coming to my aid on the battlefield of slavery which is my life in the United States of America.
Flash Point--as when gasses and dust build up in a coal mine and a spark triggers an explosion, representing instantaneous, horrible awareness of hopelessness.
posted by Virgil Kret at 7:34 PM
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