The $60 Billion Defeat
Today's code is "Gone Fission".
We dedicate those Americans who are about to die in Gone Fission to those psycho-fascist Americans who "legally" daily torture me through the walls of my room. The souls of the Gone Fission's dead, like those of the torturers, are damned.
Yesterday I told you about the shark the bosun caught when our ship was dead in the water, and how we sailors treated that shark; today I have been asked to tell you another, somewhat similar shark story.
Remember, Dear Reader, in our Metaphor of Attack the United States of America is the shark and God is the Fisherman.
Between my sophomore and junior years of high school it was my great pleasure to work on party fishing boats in the Chesapeake Bay out of Norfolk, Virginia, where I learned quite well my favorite skill, the art of seamanship.
The sharks in the Chesapeake were rarely over three feet long and sometimes when the croaker were running and the fishermen would be pulling them in as fast as they could throw their lines back into the water, the sharks would swim around and around the forty foot boat like mean little gray bullets slicing through the hooked fish, and some of the croaker would land on the deck bitten in half, mouths agape and bodies in spasm from the double damnation of shark's teeth and man's hook and line.
My job at such times was to remove the hooks from the mouths of the sharks that sometimes got hooked and brought aboard.
There was a knack to doing this most holiday fishermen would not know; and in not knowing they might perhaps lose fingers or hands; and that is why, at 14 years old, it was my job.
The technique was with my right hand to squeeze hard on the nap of the neck of the shark, so that my fingers and thumb pressed in on its gills, and then with my left hand safe from being bitten because my finger pressure on the gills would not allow the jaws to close, I would remove the hook.
My next job, one I rather liked, was to put my knife into the shark's anus and, pulling it up toward its head, rip its gut open.
Then I would throw the shark back into the Chesapeake Bay to face its future among its hungry brother sharks.
Because this story and yesterday's go together in my advance documentation of America's horrible but well deserved future, I will repeat yesterday's story today. It began, "We were dead in the water..."
We were dead in the water, nearer to South Africa than Australia, and the bosun threw a line over and caught a mean, gray shark.
Sailors are food for sharks, and sharks are food for thought, and we put that shark down on the hot iron deck, and it looked at us with hatred and we hated it too, and we stood around it like menacing soldiers around a hated prisoner of war.
And the bosun took out his knife and dug one of the shark's eyes out of its head, and held it in the palm of his hand, like a billiard ball, for all to see as it went from life to shocking dead whiteness.
Vengeance was the sailors'.
We are absolutely, precisely on target. The United States of America, shark of my life, will soon be on our hot iron deck.
Surrender, America, and I will cut the line and you can swim away, hook in mouth but eye still in head, still swimming in your bloody sea, not laid out, drying out, on your hot iron death bed.
That was yesterday's story. Tomorrow my knife will be up America's anus; tomorrow God will cut out one of America's eyes.
Today we are at the fifth line of the eighth and final verse of our battle map poem, Robert Burns' 1785 classic, To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough.
Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me
The present only toucheth thee
But, och! I backward cast my e'e
On prospects drear!
AN FORWARD, THO' I CANNA SEE,
I guess an' fear!
Working Codes: (The code "Gone Fission" was added today. If you have read this section previously, there is no need to reach it again. It is for recorded-keeping, for summing up when this demonstration of God's Space War against the United States of American has run its course.)
Kakimashita (It Is Written)--was initially bounced off the writings of conservative Ann Coulter, and has become the poker table of God at which Republican American Fascism will lose its stuffed shirt.
This code expanded with the pre-election news Ms. Coulter may be charged for illegal voting, indicating election illegalities might play large in the collapse of Republican American Fascism.
This code was expanded again with Ms. Coulter's post-election article, "Historic Victory for Diebold", an article concerning the Diebold voting computers, widely suspected of being an avenue for election fraud. Our bounce-off changed the word from German to English and separated Die and bold, making the simple sentence, "Die bold", and further expanded it to, "A bolt of death out of the blue".
Teal--has gone to Kamo-Negi, Japanese for a 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.
This code was expanded to "Duckworth", after Tammy Duckworth, the Democratic candidate for Congress in Illinois who lost both legs as a helicopter pilot in Iraq; my interpretation being George W. Bush does not have a leg to stand on. Ms. Duckworth lost the election.
This code may expand to the friendly fire death of famed athlete Pat Tillman, but this is not yet clear.
This Teal code also seems to be connected to the Birth of the Blues/St. Louis Blues code. The Birth of the Blues code appeared just before the death of Anna Nicole Smith's son just after she had given birth to her daughter, mixing birth and sadness.
Spiker--represents God coming to my aid on the battlefield of slavery which is my life in the United States of America. This will eventually be a most powerful code. On election day it expanded to: "It is better to be a sodomite preacher in Colorado than a snake-oil preacher on television, marketing God's word for gold, turning Jesus' flock into a cash cow."
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. I expect Flash Point to be reached at almost the same time all over the United States of America. "Oh, oh, duh, perhaps we should not have tortured Virgil."
PSPD (Public Salvation, Public Damnation)--first concerning the states of the souls of the Four Firemen of the Apocalypse, the first four firemen who were killed in the Palm Springs area fire. With the fifth death the code was expanded to "Go", Japanese for Five, with the English word, Go, blended in.
The PSPD code further expanded to Oyler (read it Oiler) when the man of that name was arrested for arson; my suggestion is this is writing by God on the wall of the news pointing to the killing of this Earth by drilling and burning oil, and to the fire to which all Telepath torturers go.
This PSPD code may expand to the new code, "Dream Job" because both codes go back to military snipers, but that is not yet known.
Dream Job--A code representing God's supreme hostility toward the United States of America, the implication being a dream job would be that of a Muslim resistance sniper hunting American military personnel in Baghdad.
The moral to this code is, if you do not want to be hated by God don't do hateful things.
Sixty--This code was established with the death of the media weasel Ed Bradley of 60 Minutes. The assumption is this code will climax when we reach "The $60 Billion Defeat", if the United States has not surrendered before then.
Birth of the Blues/ St. Louis Blues--Seems to have something to do with America's unconstitutional cruel and unusual punishment of me without charge or trial. Seems to connect to the "Teal" code.
Star--This code is linked with the "Sixty" code, and is aimed at the movie industry. If Sixty works there will be a God's Space War attack on American journalism Friday. If that happens a God's Space War attack on the movie industry can be expected on Saturday.
Osama Atama Kubi Dama--A code describing a high impact event. The code can with difficulty be read prior to the event, even to the point of preventing the event, and can be easily explained after the event.
Gone Fission--The description of this magnificent attack by God on the United States of American is encoded in the two shark stories published today.
We dedicate those Americans who are about to die in Gone Fission to those psycho-fascist Americans who "legally" daily torture me through the walls of my room. The souls of the Gone Fission's dead, like those of the torturers, are damned.
Yesterday I told you about the shark the bosun caught when our ship was dead in the water, and how we sailors treated that shark; today I have been asked to tell you another, somewhat similar shark story.
Remember, Dear Reader, in our Metaphor of Attack the United States of America is the shark and God is the Fisherman.
Between my sophomore and junior years of high school it was my great pleasure to work on party fishing boats in the Chesapeake Bay out of Norfolk, Virginia, where I learned quite well my favorite skill, the art of seamanship.
The sharks in the Chesapeake were rarely over three feet long and sometimes when the croaker were running and the fishermen would be pulling them in as fast as they could throw their lines back into the water, the sharks would swim around and around the forty foot boat like mean little gray bullets slicing through the hooked fish, and some of the croaker would land on the deck bitten in half, mouths agape and bodies in spasm from the double damnation of shark's teeth and man's hook and line.
My job at such times was to remove the hooks from the mouths of the sharks that sometimes got hooked and brought aboard.
There was a knack to doing this most holiday fishermen would not know; and in not knowing they might perhaps lose fingers or hands; and that is why, at 14 years old, it was my job.
The technique was with my right hand to squeeze hard on the nap of the neck of the shark, so that my fingers and thumb pressed in on its gills, and then with my left hand safe from being bitten because my finger pressure on the gills would not allow the jaws to close, I would remove the hook.
My next job, one I rather liked, was to put my knife into the shark's anus and, pulling it up toward its head, rip its gut open.
Then I would throw the shark back into the Chesapeake Bay to face its future among its hungry brother sharks.
Because this story and yesterday's go together in my advance documentation of America's horrible but well deserved future, I will repeat yesterday's story today. It began, "We were dead in the water..."
We were dead in the water, nearer to South Africa than Australia, and the bosun threw a line over and caught a mean, gray shark.
Sailors are food for sharks, and sharks are food for thought, and we put that shark down on the hot iron deck, and it looked at us with hatred and we hated it too, and we stood around it like menacing soldiers around a hated prisoner of war.
And the bosun took out his knife and dug one of the shark's eyes out of its head, and held it in the palm of his hand, like a billiard ball, for all to see as it went from life to shocking dead whiteness.
Vengeance was the sailors'.
We are absolutely, precisely on target. The United States of America, shark of my life, will soon be on our hot iron deck.
Surrender, America, and I will cut the line and you can swim away, hook in mouth but eye still in head, still swimming in your bloody sea, not laid out, drying out, on your hot iron death bed.
That was yesterday's story. Tomorrow my knife will be up America's anus; tomorrow God will cut out one of America's eyes.
Today we are at the fifth line of the eighth and final verse of our battle map poem, Robert Burns' 1785 classic, To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough.
Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me
The present only toucheth thee
But, och! I backward cast my e'e
On prospects drear!
AN FORWARD, THO' I CANNA SEE,
I guess an' fear!
Working Codes: (The code "Gone Fission" was added today. If you have read this section previously, there is no need to reach it again. It is for recorded-keeping, for summing up when this demonstration of God's Space War against the United States of American has run its course.)
Kakimashita (It Is Written)--was initially bounced off the writings of conservative Ann Coulter, and has become the poker table of God at which Republican American Fascism will lose its stuffed shirt.
This code expanded with the pre-election news Ms. Coulter may be charged for illegal voting, indicating election illegalities might play large in the collapse of Republican American Fascism.
This code was expanded again with Ms. Coulter's post-election article, "Historic Victory for Diebold", an article concerning the Diebold voting computers, widely suspected of being an avenue for election fraud. Our bounce-off changed the word from German to English and separated Die and bold, making the simple sentence, "Die bold", and further expanded it to, "A bolt of death out of the blue".
Teal--has gone to Kamo-Negi, Japanese for a 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.
This code was expanded to "Duckworth", after Tammy Duckworth, the Democratic candidate for Congress in Illinois who lost both legs as a helicopter pilot in Iraq; my interpretation being George W. Bush does not have a leg to stand on. Ms. Duckworth lost the election.
This code may expand to the friendly fire death of famed athlete Pat Tillman, but this is not yet clear.
This Teal code also seems to be connected to the Birth of the Blues/St. Louis Blues code. The Birth of the Blues code appeared just before the death of Anna Nicole Smith's son just after she had given birth to her daughter, mixing birth and sadness.
Spiker--represents God coming to my aid on the battlefield of slavery which is my life in the United States of America. This will eventually be a most powerful code. On election day it expanded to: "It is better to be a sodomite preacher in Colorado than a snake-oil preacher on television, marketing God's word for gold, turning Jesus' flock into a cash cow."
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. I expect Flash Point to be reached at almost the same time all over the United States of America. "Oh, oh, duh, perhaps we should not have tortured Virgil."
PSPD (Public Salvation, Public Damnation)--first concerning the states of the souls of the Four Firemen of the Apocalypse, the first four firemen who were killed in the Palm Springs area fire. With the fifth death the code was expanded to "Go", Japanese for Five, with the English word, Go, blended in.
The PSPD code further expanded to Oyler (read it Oiler) when the man of that name was arrested for arson; my suggestion is this is writing by God on the wall of the news pointing to the killing of this Earth by drilling and burning oil, and to the fire to which all Telepath torturers go.
This PSPD code may expand to the new code, "Dream Job" because both codes go back to military snipers, but that is not yet known.
Dream Job--A code representing God's supreme hostility toward the United States of America, the implication being a dream job would be that of a Muslim resistance sniper hunting American military personnel in Baghdad.
The moral to this code is, if you do not want to be hated by God don't do hateful things.
Sixty--This code was established with the death of the media weasel Ed Bradley of 60 Minutes. The assumption is this code will climax when we reach "The $60 Billion Defeat", if the United States has not surrendered before then.
Birth of the Blues/ St. Louis Blues--Seems to have something to do with America's unconstitutional cruel and unusual punishment of me without charge or trial. Seems to connect to the "Teal" code.
Star--This code is linked with the "Sixty" code, and is aimed at the movie industry. If Sixty works there will be a God's Space War attack on American journalism Friday. If that happens a God's Space War attack on the movie industry can be expected on Saturday.
Osama Atama Kubi Dama--A code describing a high impact event. The code can with difficulty be read prior to the event, even to the point of preventing the event, and can be easily explained after the event.
Gone Fission--The description of this magnificent attack by God on the United States of American is encoded in the two shark stories published today.
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