The $222 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Seven
Shark America Three
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 205
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event
Noting today the third "accidental" death of an American favorite in the pattern of "accidental" deaths I have been expecting, that being the death of St. Louis Cardinal pitcher Josh Hancock, 23, who was a leading factor in the Cardinals' winning the World Series last season, who crashed into a truck that had stopped to help a motorist with car trouble..
Perhaps in my comment Friday you can see my rather loose advance identification of Mr. Hancock as the next target in this God's Space War attack pattern we Space Sailors call, "Pruning Their Favorites":
I wrote:
"I am still running just a bit ahead of Time, so I have to kill a little time while Time kills you.
"We are waiting for the accidental death of a big shot, it seems I saw one somewhere around here. I was flying low and he was flying high, and that's all I remember, because I also once again saw the Earth die and that dominated my memory."
If you can see the now-dead Cardinal as a bird flying high after winning the World Series, perhaps you can get a slight and fleeting awareness of the non-accidental nature of his death. It may take a few more "accidental" deaths before you really catch on, but those "accidents" will take place, and I very likely will document them in advance.
What I am expecting, of course, is not just your awareness, but mass American public awareness that there are statistically far too many "accidental" deaths of favorite Americans for them to be accidental; then we shall see 250 million psycho-fascist Americans with wide, panicked, looks in their formerly smirking eyes.
We Space Sailors call that point of mass public awareness "Cherry Pop", and we look forward to it with some eagerness; and that cherry will be popped no matter how hard the media and the government try to keep the cherry-popping truth from the public; the truth that God is at war with the United States of America; its people, its government, and it its economic system.
We now have three "accidents" in this pattern of attack, the Blue Angel, the famous journalist, and the baseball player. The first in a plane crash and the second two in auto accidents. While three birds do not make a flock and three deaths do not make a pattern, this God's Space War attack pattern seems to be firming up nicely.
If this "accident" pattern goes as I expect it to, it will "touch America's quick" at some point; and America will come to understand the pattern of "accidents" are not accidents, that their favorites are in fact being "pruned". Oops, I am sorry, I am repeating myself
(This Pruning Their Favorites attack pattern was last reviewed on April 24, in "The $217 Billion Defeat" report, when I included the deaths of the Blue Angel pilot and journalist David Halberstam in it.
(This Pruning Their Favorites is an old God's Space War attack pattern I have reported on in the past. Another event in this Pruning Their Favorites pattern was the death of the Damned Yankee ballplayer who crashed into a Manhattan building last year, which I documented in advance in good form.)
The obvious question, now and for the past 30 years, is how many deaths do I have to document in advance before the American people decide they would rather see those favorite people still alive than have cowardly American men and silly American women torture me because I think too loud?
In real terms, is it worth it to those who loved Josh Hancock to see Josh Hancock in his grave for the sins of the cowardly little American "man" who flies a big America flag on Juniper Street in Smallville, northern California, who comes around to my house on private property to torture me night after night?
(He has now gone from knocking on my wall to making sexual orgasm noises. Do you really want this slime ball representing you? He is your representative, you know, more than any elected politician, any judge, any priest or minister. He is you in God's Eyes.)
I know you cannot connect these dots, but these dots do connect.
Were I not America's torture-slave Josh Hancock would be loosening up his arm at spring training soon, and not reduced to melancholy funeral threnody and the weeping and whimpering of those who loved him.
You Americans are all in this sin-crime together, the sin-crime of Telepath torture-enslavement; together...together...and the sins of the cowardly little slime ball on Juniper Street in Smallville, California, , meth user meth dealer, wife-beater, child-abuser and petty criminal, were paid for by the young St. Louis Cardinals star far, far away...and what are the wages of sin, Dear Reader? Death.
You Americans live under a grand delusion that when it comes to me, God's One True Telepath; you are my physical, intellectual and moral superiors, yet you were beaten by me the day you began your torture-enslavement of me; all that was needed by me was to cast my net wide, which I have done...go ask the Blue Angel, go ask the journalist, go ask the Cardinal pitcher, all of whom are now in Hell awaiting your arrival, if they would have preferred that America had not tortured and enslaved God's One True Telepath.
Too late smart, the story of the people of the United States of America.
If the slime ball coward who flies the big American flag on Juniper Street were to be zapped by lightning as he made his jack-off orgasm sounds outside my bedroom window, you Americans would say, hey, maybe torturing Virgil is not a good idea, and you would PRETEND not to be psycho-fascists, knowing God is killing Telepath-torturers; but God's Space War does not work that way; God let's the slime balls slime around (for a time, for a time) and prunes America's God-damned favorites for their slime-ball sins.
Josh Hancock, star pitcher for the St. Louis Cardinals, is in God's Eyes the same cowardly slime ball next door to me, because all you Americans agree to the slime ball's torture of me.
So, while by any level of quality, of personality, of accomplishment, of law-abidance, the slime ball who sneaks onto private property to torture me, who makes "hand-cock" orgasm noises at me, would not be the sort of chap you would want your daughter to marry; but he is the sort of chap you allow and encourage to torture me; so you pay the slime ball bill, and in this case Josh Hancock paid the hand-cock bill.
Next? Who will die next for the slime ball American who flies the big American flag on Juniper Street and makes sexual orgasm sounds through my bedroom wall?
Don't you find God's Space War interesting? Don't you wish your psycho-fascist politicians and journalists did, too?
Why would this be done? Why would God kill all these nice people? I have told you, in God's Space War against the United States of America God kills from the top down, just the opposite of Satan, who kills from the bottom up; and that will also be seen as the worldwide pattern as God's Space War to save this Earth becomes apparent.
Why kill at all? I am glad you asked that question. There is an equation, which I will further explain to you tomorrow unless more important news breaks--and my desk is loaded with news today, so that might be the case.
The equation goes this way: rounding off the timing, this Earth will be dead in 50 years; and the human being will be extinct in 40 years. However, the extinction of the human being in 40 years will come too late to save this Earth from the ravages of the parasite who is killing her, the human being...but, and here is My Big Butt you are welcome to kiss, if the human being is extinct or near extinct in 30 years this Earth will recover and survive.
You do the math, God will kill almost all human beings within the next 30 years, from the top down. Do you have a better plan to save this Earth? I would love to hear it.
(By the way, the Republican American Fascists are well aware of the dire state of the health of this Earth, though they pretend not to be, and they plan to kill all people but the very rich and very powerful, and their mercenary guards, and their worker-slaves. I don't know if you prefer that way, Satan's way, but that is the way you are headed today.)
I do so wish you Americans had not gone psycho-fascist when God gave me the gift of audible telepathy. It would be a different story today.
Shark America Three
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 205
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event
Noting today the third "accidental" death of an American favorite in the pattern of "accidental" deaths I have been expecting, that being the death of St. Louis Cardinal pitcher Josh Hancock, 23, who was a leading factor in the Cardinals' winning the World Series last season, who crashed into a truck that had stopped to help a motorist with car trouble..
Perhaps in my comment Friday you can see my rather loose advance identification of Mr. Hancock as the next target in this God's Space War attack pattern we Space Sailors call, "Pruning Their Favorites":
I wrote:
"I am still running just a bit ahead of Time, so I have to kill a little time while Time kills you.
"We are waiting for the accidental death of a big shot, it seems I saw one somewhere around here. I was flying low and he was flying high, and that's all I remember, because I also once again saw the Earth die and that dominated my memory."
If you can see the now-dead Cardinal as a bird flying high after winning the World Series, perhaps you can get a slight and fleeting awareness of the non-accidental nature of his death. It may take a few more "accidental" deaths before you really catch on, but those "accidents" will take place, and I very likely will document them in advance.
What I am expecting, of course, is not just your awareness, but mass American public awareness that there are statistically far too many "accidental" deaths of favorite Americans for them to be accidental; then we shall see 250 million psycho-fascist Americans with wide, panicked, looks in their formerly smirking eyes.
We Space Sailors call that point of mass public awareness "Cherry Pop", and we look forward to it with some eagerness; and that cherry will be popped no matter how hard the media and the government try to keep the cherry-popping truth from the public; the truth that God is at war with the United States of America; its people, its government, and it its economic system.
We now have three "accidents" in this pattern of attack, the Blue Angel, the famous journalist, and the baseball player. The first in a plane crash and the second two in auto accidents. While three birds do not make a flock and three deaths do not make a pattern, this God's Space War attack pattern seems to be firming up nicely.
If this "accident" pattern goes as I expect it to, it will "touch America's quick" at some point; and America will come to understand the pattern of "accidents" are not accidents, that their favorites are in fact being "pruned". Oops, I am sorry, I am repeating myself
(This Pruning Their Favorites attack pattern was last reviewed on April 24, in "The $217 Billion Defeat" report, when I included the deaths of the Blue Angel pilot and journalist David Halberstam in it.
(This Pruning Their Favorites is an old God's Space War attack pattern I have reported on in the past. Another event in this Pruning Their Favorites pattern was the death of the Damned Yankee ballplayer who crashed into a Manhattan building last year, which I documented in advance in good form.)
The obvious question, now and for the past 30 years, is how many deaths do I have to document in advance before the American people decide they would rather see those favorite people still alive than have cowardly American men and silly American women torture me because I think too loud?
In real terms, is it worth it to those who loved Josh Hancock to see Josh Hancock in his grave for the sins of the cowardly little American "man" who flies a big America flag on Juniper Street in Smallville, northern California, who comes around to my house on private property to torture me night after night?
(He has now gone from knocking on my wall to making sexual orgasm noises. Do you really want this slime ball representing you? He is your representative, you know, more than any elected politician, any judge, any priest or minister. He is you in God's Eyes.)
I know you cannot connect these dots, but these dots do connect.
Were I not America's torture-slave Josh Hancock would be loosening up his arm at spring training soon, and not reduced to melancholy funeral threnody and the weeping and whimpering of those who loved him.
You Americans are all in this sin-crime together, the sin-crime of Telepath torture-enslavement; together...together...and the sins of the cowardly little slime ball on Juniper Street in Smallville, California, , meth user meth dealer, wife-beater, child-abuser and petty criminal, were paid for by the young St. Louis Cardinals star far, far away...and what are the wages of sin, Dear Reader? Death.
You Americans live under a grand delusion that when it comes to me, God's One True Telepath; you are my physical, intellectual and moral superiors, yet you were beaten by me the day you began your torture-enslavement of me; all that was needed by me was to cast my net wide, which I have done...go ask the Blue Angel, go ask the journalist, go ask the Cardinal pitcher, all of whom are now in Hell awaiting your arrival, if they would have preferred that America had not tortured and enslaved God's One True Telepath.
Too late smart, the story of the people of the United States of America.
If the slime ball coward who flies the big American flag on Juniper Street were to be zapped by lightning as he made his jack-off orgasm sounds outside my bedroom window, you Americans would say, hey, maybe torturing Virgil is not a good idea, and you would PRETEND not to be psycho-fascists, knowing God is killing Telepath-torturers; but God's Space War does not work that way; God let's the slime balls slime around (for a time, for a time) and prunes America's God-damned favorites for their slime-ball sins.
Josh Hancock, star pitcher for the St. Louis Cardinals, is in God's Eyes the same cowardly slime ball next door to me, because all you Americans agree to the slime ball's torture of me.
So, while by any level of quality, of personality, of accomplishment, of law-abidance, the slime ball who sneaks onto private property to torture me, who makes "hand-cock" orgasm noises at me, would not be the sort of chap you would want your daughter to marry; but he is the sort of chap you allow and encourage to torture me; so you pay the slime ball bill, and in this case Josh Hancock paid the hand-cock bill.
Next? Who will die next for the slime ball American who flies the big American flag on Juniper Street and makes sexual orgasm sounds through my bedroom wall?
Don't you find God's Space War interesting? Don't you wish your psycho-fascist politicians and journalists did, too?
Why would this be done? Why would God kill all these nice people? I have told you, in God's Space War against the United States of America God kills from the top down, just the opposite of Satan, who kills from the bottom up; and that will also be seen as the worldwide pattern as God's Space War to save this Earth becomes apparent.
Why kill at all? I am glad you asked that question. There is an equation, which I will further explain to you tomorrow unless more important news breaks--and my desk is loaded with news today, so that might be the case.
The equation goes this way: rounding off the timing, this Earth will be dead in 50 years; and the human being will be extinct in 40 years. However, the extinction of the human being in 40 years will come too late to save this Earth from the ravages of the parasite who is killing her, the human being...but, and here is My Big Butt you are welcome to kiss, if the human being is extinct or near extinct in 30 years this Earth will recover and survive.
You do the math, God will kill almost all human beings within the next 30 years, from the top down. Do you have a better plan to save this Earth? I would love to hear it.
(By the way, the Republican American Fascists are well aware of the dire state of the health of this Earth, though they pretend not to be, and they plan to kill all people but the very rich and very powerful, and their mercenary guards, and their worker-slaves. I don't know if you prefer that way, Satan's way, but that is the way you are headed today.)
I do so wish you Americans had not gone psycho-fascist when God gave me the gift of audible telepathy. It would be a different story today.
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