The $152 Billion Defeat
Jews' Jaws One
Shark America Nine
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 159
During the Vietnam War there was a joke that went around among American fighting men, a joke concerning civilian casualties. The joke went, "Kill them all and let God sort them out".
We Space Sailors have a similar joke about the millions of psycho-fascist Americans who actively and passively participate in America's torture-enslavement of me. "They will all die sooner or later, then God will sort them out".
I am killing time today while Time is killing you. I am watching for codes, codes perhaps concerning the breaking of America's heart, and almost certainly certainly concerning the flight of the space shuttle Atlantis scheduled for March 15; but I have no active codes crossing my desk today.
A "ringer" has occupied the next room in this motel and has tortured me extensively for the past two days, and has extended for a third day, apparently hoping to draw me into whatever dirty business America has in mind for me; but this is a tedious subject and God will sort this psycho-fascist out and that's enough for me; so let's pass it by quickly.
This ringer business happens every once in a while, because the constant threat behind Telepath torture-enslavement is always greater degrees of torture and greater degrees of enslavement; and there are at times attempts to frame me to that end; and the most easily framed events are psychiatric frames and false arrests.
That is, it is easy to say Virgil is dangerously crazy, or to falsely accuse me of a crime.
For example, once there was a cop in real people's clothing who harassed me to an extreme degree, hoping, it seemed, to trigger an angry response from me so he could arrest me.
I did not take the bait, but instead went into a restaurant for a cup of coffee.
The cowardly cop followed me in and with a smirk on his face opened his jacket to reveal his handgun in its holster.
I looked him in the eye and said, "Fuck You", a French expression most of my genteel American readers are likely not familiar with.
My guess is this current ringer, who drives a BMW and wears very expensive suits and is obviously used to being very rich, is a psycho-fascist shrink.
Such wealth in this low-priced motel three days in a row, in the room next to the only audible mental telepath in human history while almost all the other rooms are vacant, has only one purpose behind it.
We can later know if my guess is accurate because this ringer was registered at this motel for 2/16, 2/17 and, so far, 2/18, and I have his license number
The implied threat of this psycho-fascist rich man in the next room follows my having recorded in this work the licence plate numbers of citizen-volunteer torturers this past week or so. The implied threat is I should not record his licence plate number, 4PRE122, or I will be arrested and psychiatrically tortured for doing so.
The proper French response to this is, "Fuck you".
Perhaps such psycho-fascist shenanigans are reported in the news for the entertainment of the psycho-fascist citizens of the United States of America, I do not know, but God will sort this psycho-fascist rich bastard out.
This rich torturer will burn in the Hell he does not believe exists.
In any case, the pompous rich bastard has committed felony torture, and the "legality" of his doing this is the same "legality" of the Klu Klux Klan torturing blacks. That is, it is "legal" in the social circle in which it exists, but not in the real world of law and morality.
So, that petty crap aside, I thought I might re-tell a story today that if I had told it when I was a combat correspondent in Vietnam I would have been murdered by American troops on the next battlefield I reported from. I would have been murdered by American soldiers, and the news story would have begun, "UPI correspondent Virgil Kret was killed in combat today..."
I re-tell this story because of the obscene worship of the American military that is going on in America today.
I was with the 101st Division and invited to go on an operation with a squad-sized unit called the "Hawks".
It was part of the craziness of Vietnam journalism in those days that we combat correspondents were always looking for new battlefield adventures.
I and another American journalist were interviewing the squad as it was waiting to be lifted off to their assignment; and they started telling us about their assignment.
It has been too long ago to quote these American troopers with authority, but they clearly said these two things:
One, you can go with us, but if you write anything about us we will kill you.
Two, we are going to addle Charlie's brain by killing Charlie's children.
These were American soldiers, Dear Reader. You can kiss their asses if you want; but I am not the ass-kissing kind.
Shark America Nine
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 159
During the Vietnam War there was a joke that went around among American fighting men, a joke concerning civilian casualties. The joke went, "Kill them all and let God sort them out".
We Space Sailors have a similar joke about the millions of psycho-fascist Americans who actively and passively participate in America's torture-enslavement of me. "They will all die sooner or later, then God will sort them out".
I am killing time today while Time is killing you. I am watching for codes, codes perhaps concerning the breaking of America's heart, and almost certainly certainly concerning the flight of the space shuttle Atlantis scheduled for March 15; but I have no active codes crossing my desk today.
A "ringer" has occupied the next room in this motel and has tortured me extensively for the past two days, and has extended for a third day, apparently hoping to draw me into whatever dirty business America has in mind for me; but this is a tedious subject and God will sort this psycho-fascist out and that's enough for me; so let's pass it by quickly.
This ringer business happens every once in a while, because the constant threat behind Telepath torture-enslavement is always greater degrees of torture and greater degrees of enslavement; and there are at times attempts to frame me to that end; and the most easily framed events are psychiatric frames and false arrests.
That is, it is easy to say Virgil is dangerously crazy, or to falsely accuse me of a crime.
For example, once there was a cop in real people's clothing who harassed me to an extreme degree, hoping, it seemed, to trigger an angry response from me so he could arrest me.
I did not take the bait, but instead went into a restaurant for a cup of coffee.
The cowardly cop followed me in and with a smirk on his face opened his jacket to reveal his handgun in its holster.
I looked him in the eye and said, "Fuck You", a French expression most of my genteel American readers are likely not familiar with.
My guess is this current ringer, who drives a BMW and wears very expensive suits and is obviously used to being very rich, is a psycho-fascist shrink.
Such wealth in this low-priced motel three days in a row, in the room next to the only audible mental telepath in human history while almost all the other rooms are vacant, has only one purpose behind it.
We can later know if my guess is accurate because this ringer was registered at this motel for 2/16, 2/17 and, so far, 2/18, and I have his license number
The implied threat of this psycho-fascist rich man in the next room follows my having recorded in this work the licence plate numbers of citizen-volunteer torturers this past week or so. The implied threat is I should not record his licence plate number, 4PRE122, or I will be arrested and psychiatrically tortured for doing so.
The proper French response to this is, "Fuck you".
Perhaps such psycho-fascist shenanigans are reported in the news for the entertainment of the psycho-fascist citizens of the United States of America, I do not know, but God will sort this psycho-fascist rich bastard out.
This rich torturer will burn in the Hell he does not believe exists.
In any case, the pompous rich bastard has committed felony torture, and the "legality" of his doing this is the same "legality" of the Klu Klux Klan torturing blacks. That is, it is "legal" in the social circle in which it exists, but not in the real world of law and morality.
So, that petty crap aside, I thought I might re-tell a story today that if I had told it when I was a combat correspondent in Vietnam I would have been murdered by American troops on the next battlefield I reported from. I would have been murdered by American soldiers, and the news story would have begun, "UPI correspondent Virgil Kret was killed in combat today..."
I re-tell this story because of the obscene worship of the American military that is going on in America today.
I was with the 101st Division and invited to go on an operation with a squad-sized unit called the "Hawks".
It was part of the craziness of Vietnam journalism in those days that we combat correspondents were always looking for new battlefield adventures.
I and another American journalist were interviewing the squad as it was waiting to be lifted off to their assignment; and they started telling us about their assignment.
It has been too long ago to quote these American troopers with authority, but they clearly said these two things:
One, you can go with us, but if you write anything about us we will kill you.
Two, we are going to addle Charlie's brain by killing Charlie's children.
These were American soldiers, Dear Reader. You can kiss their asses if you want; but I am not the ass-kissing kind.
posted by Virgil Kret at 6:50 PM
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