The $151 Biliion Defeat
Jews' Jaws Two
Shark America Eight
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 146
The most interesting thing about the puny debate over Iraq between the two-bit Democrats and the four-flusher Republicans is that there is no way out and no way onward.
George W. Bush and the Republican American Fascist tipped the USA over the Cliff of Disaster with their stupid and fascist invasion of Iraq. There is no going back, there is no exit, there is no safety net; all that can happen is America crashing on the Rocks of Bitter Truth below.
Were I not limited to the rights of a laboratory animal, had I freedom of speech and all the other freedoms Americans hold queer, I would suggest the solution my old Pal God whispered in my ear; but I can't tell it and I can't even think it until and unless I am a free man; that is my agreement with God.
Meanwhile, suffer, you psycho-fascist Americans, you are lost and gone forever, bitter sorrow..
All I can suggest, Dear Reader, is say a prayer for America's hard-dying warriors, pawns of the Republican American Fascists, their false-war-murdered corpses stacked around the White House like battlements, their blood filling the White House moat.
So, Dear Reader, let's turn our backs on America as it burns itself at the stake; too cowardly and too stupid to face the fact that its cowardly, stupid, foolish "president" drove America to murder its own soldiers for his fool's fantasy.
Too stupid to focus on the fight against the terrorists, George W. Bush declared war on the world.
Never in the history of the world has a nation of stupid assholes more deserved a stupid asshole in leadership, unless it was Germany's deserving of Hitler.
Now, Dear Reader, let's talk about Space, and how We Space Sailors sailed light-years to be here, to be here now, at this precise time.
This is the most beautiful story I know, and the story I was born to tell; but unfortunately for America I was also born to kick Satan's ass, the same ass America loves to kiss; but that's the other story we are temporarily leaving behind today.
We Space Sailors first called on this port, this planet, Earth, before the first lungfish had abandoned the ocean for the land, that lungfish was destined to be Moses, God's Daniel Boone.
In the story of our landing on this Earth the opening line is, "The Boys and I were teaching Birds to Fly, and the Girls were Dancing on a Fable". This line is known by every school child on every occupied planet other than this tragic globe.
We Space Sailors are poets; we don't talk, we sing; we don't walk, we dance; that is how life is on other worlds far, far away.
"The Boys and I were teaching Birds to Fly" means the birds had not yet taken form when we first came here; and "the Girls were dancing of a Fable" means woman was yet but a dream in the sleep of God.
Does America really want to be at war with us? We are really too advanced for you psycho-fascist idiots.
I turn your attention now to the upcoming launch of the space shuttle Atlantis, as ill-omened a name as I have ever heard, the lost Atlantis, holy crapola, talk about tweaking the nose of Fate!
If you know the military concept of bracketing rounds, and if your followed my tracking of the previous space shuttle flight, you may appreciate it when I say our rounds bracketed that shuttle very well. There was a meteor hit, a sun flare of world-shaking proportions, and an astronaut gone coo coo over love--so far, and there may be more developments to come.
Come on, come on, America, send us more astronauts; you psycho-fascist, Telepath-torturing sons and daughters of bitches, your flea-hop space flights are zeroed in.
At this point I smile for God's camera; God's sailor-soldier,.smile on his face, defeating Satan, thinking about his wife and kiddies on another world circling another star; enjoying destroying the wickedness and snares of Satan on this Earth.
Too bad so few of you Americans are on my side, the winning side.
Shark America Eight
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 146
The most interesting thing about the puny debate over Iraq between the two-bit Democrats and the four-flusher Republicans is that there is no way out and no way onward.
George W. Bush and the Republican American Fascist tipped the USA over the Cliff of Disaster with their stupid and fascist invasion of Iraq. There is no going back, there is no exit, there is no safety net; all that can happen is America crashing on the Rocks of Bitter Truth below.
Were I not limited to the rights of a laboratory animal, had I freedom of speech and all the other freedoms Americans hold queer, I would suggest the solution my old Pal God whispered in my ear; but I can't tell it and I can't even think it until and unless I am a free man; that is my agreement with God.
Meanwhile, suffer, you psycho-fascist Americans, you are lost and gone forever, bitter sorrow..
All I can suggest, Dear Reader, is say a prayer for America's hard-dying warriors, pawns of the Republican American Fascists, their false-war-murdered corpses stacked around the White House like battlements, their blood filling the White House moat.
So, Dear Reader, let's turn our backs on America as it burns itself at the stake; too cowardly and too stupid to face the fact that its cowardly, stupid, foolish "president" drove America to murder its own soldiers for his fool's fantasy.
Too stupid to focus on the fight against the terrorists, George W. Bush declared war on the world.
Never in the history of the world has a nation of stupid assholes more deserved a stupid asshole in leadership, unless it was Germany's deserving of Hitler.
Now, Dear Reader, let's talk about Space, and how We Space Sailors sailed light-years to be here, to be here now, at this precise time.
This is the most beautiful story I know, and the story I was born to tell; but unfortunately for America I was also born to kick Satan's ass, the same ass America loves to kiss; but that's the other story we are temporarily leaving behind today.
We Space Sailors first called on this port, this planet, Earth, before the first lungfish had abandoned the ocean for the land, that lungfish was destined to be Moses, God's Daniel Boone.
In the story of our landing on this Earth the opening line is, "The Boys and I were teaching Birds to Fly, and the Girls were Dancing on a Fable". This line is known by every school child on every occupied planet other than this tragic globe.
We Space Sailors are poets; we don't talk, we sing; we don't walk, we dance; that is how life is on other worlds far, far away.
"The Boys and I were teaching Birds to Fly" means the birds had not yet taken form when we first came here; and "the Girls were dancing of a Fable" means woman was yet but a dream in the sleep of God.
Does America really want to be at war with us? We are really too advanced for you psycho-fascist idiots.
I turn your attention now to the upcoming launch of the space shuttle Atlantis, as ill-omened a name as I have ever heard, the lost Atlantis, holy crapola, talk about tweaking the nose of Fate!
If you know the military concept of bracketing rounds, and if your followed my tracking of the previous space shuttle flight, you may appreciate it when I say our rounds bracketed that shuttle very well. There was a meteor hit, a sun flare of world-shaking proportions, and an astronaut gone coo coo over love--so far, and there may be more developments to come.
Come on, come on, America, send us more astronauts; you psycho-fascist, Telepath-torturing sons and daughters of bitches, your flea-hop space flights are zeroed in.
At this point I smile for God's camera; God's sailor-soldier,.smile on his face, defeating Satan, thinking about his wife and kiddies on another world circling another star; enjoying destroying the wickedness and snares of Satan on this Earth.
Too bad so few of you Americans are on my side, the winning side.
posted by Virgil Kret at 7:34 PM
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