The $227 Billon Defeat

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Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 190
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007

Looking for the Peru-Chile Event

Today's God's Space War code is "All Fall Down".

I could stop here, because today's code says it all; but what would be the fun in that? I am your writer and your are my reader, and in that there is a kind of romance that requires its own gentle progression through its own points of ascending pleasure to the point of climax that comes, in the context of our current roll in the hay of God's Space War, with the death of one of the two cowardly psycho-fascist Americans who torture me night and day.

Unless they are stupid enough to enter my home while I am home (I should be so lucky) it will not be I who sends one of them (I would prefer both) to Hell a little sooner than he would otherwise go. No, God is going to kill one of these two, and in a godly way, a way which leaves no room for doubt, even in the mind of the village atheist, that God did the killing.

And about the time of God's butchering of one of these psycho-fascist American animals, perhaps shortly before or shortly after--that is up to God--the code All Fall Down will come into play.

I am advised that we have a lot of new readers entering this work at this time, and I am cautioned by my editor against running too far out in front of the story.

Sure, we are talking about the damnation of two cowardly psycho-fascist Americans, and making the "prediction" that one of them will be killed by God as we proceed with this narration; and we all love a good scheduled killing of a miserably wicked little "man"; but beyond that...beyond that...beyond that, we are talking about the death of this Earth by 2065, and the extinction of the human race by 2055.

So, while we prepare to enjoy the spectacle of hair, teeth and eyeballs all over the place, let's not forget the big story.

With that preamble, let's return to what this story has turned to, the battle between me, one brave and honest American, against two cowardly and dishonest Americans; a battle which has now begun and which is now unstoppable until either one or both of those cowardly Americans are in their graves or in prison.

(For the new reader, it has been America's pleasure for over three decades to torture me endlessly for being audibly telepathic; and one of those tortures has been the driving me out of home after home through certain patterns of harassment, generally involving noise abuse and sleep deprivation.

(Having been driven out of my last home and job of taking care of senior horses in San Luis Obispo County, California, I have found after perhaps a year of homelessness and searching, a home and job largely involving my protecting the old house in which I now live from the vandalism and theft that had been rampant, the owner living far away.

(My suspicion is that either one or both of the cowardly psycho-fascist Americans I am about to destroy were those thieves and vandals, but their souls will fry for bigger sins.

(Caretaking this old house allows me to live within my Social Security pension of less than $500 a month, and allows me the chance to once again...once again...once again establish a home for myself.

(This development has taken place a small northern California town I fictionally call Smallville to protect it somewhat from the ravages of rampant publicity that will certainly follow the larger events of God's Space War that will soon take place.

(From the moment of my arrival at this shell of a house, in late winter with no heat and no water, the walls stripped bear in anticipation of the house being renovated this summer--from the moment of my arrival, adding to that challenge and discomfort, two cowardly psycho-fascist neighbor "men" began torturing me by banging on my walls and making other noises throughout the night--and that torture has continued and escalated since the first night, now having reached a point of such maniacal depravity as the making of sexual orgasm noises outside my bedroom at three a.m.

(Of course, it is legal to torture me in these an other ways in the United States of America for the sole reason that I am the only audible mental telepath in human history, and wherever I go and wherever I attempt to establish a home, duplicate copies of these two cowardly psycho-fascist Americans will torture me in duplicate ways, noise abuse and sleep deprivation, noise abuse and sleep deprivation, noise abuse and sleep deprivation...America's favorite forms of torture at home and around the world.

(In this case, however, to pound on my walls in the middle of the night they must trespass onto private property, which is protected by law in America while my constitutional and human rights are not.

(Now, back to our story.)

Today let's turn to the order of battle as we proceed toward the destruction and damnation of the two cowardly psycho-fascist Americans who torture me every night and every day. Unless bigger news breaks, tomorrow we will look at the size and shape of the battlefield; and the next day we will look at the tactics of the battle.

Their order of battle:

These two cowardly psycho-fascist Americans have standing behind them unknown millions of other cowardly psycho-fascist Americans; and further they have to their apparent advantage the damage done to my body by some 35 years of constant torture by hundreds of thousands of cowardly psycho-fascist Americans;, and further they have the apparent advantage of the ravages of age, I now being 67 and approaching my 68th birthday on August 13.

Put the ages of these two cowardly psycho-fascist American "men" together and the total will likely be less than my age. How comfortable it is for the young to attack the old, especially two young against one old.

Having shown you their order of battle, their legions of cowardly psycho-fascist Americans; and my wounds; and my age, I will now show you my order of battle.

In this work, just a matter of days ago, I documented in advance the death of St. Louis Cardinals star pitcher Josh Hancock, as I have documented the deaths of thousands of Americans in advance since America's torture-enslavement of me began in about 1967.

That this is of no interest to the baseball world is of no importance to us here. What is important is that I documented Hancock's death in advance in this blog and everyone reading this blog at the time knows this. Call this our little secret.

There are only two possible ways I could have documented Hancock's death before he was killed in an auto accident; and have accomplished my outstanding record of documenting American deaths in advance for over 30 years, deaths in airline disasters, deaths in space shuttle disasters, deaths on 9/11 and in the fascist follies that followed..

First, if God is killing psycho-fascist Americans in response to America's torture-enslavement of me, God's One True Telepath, and telling me about it in advance; which I say is in fact the case.

Second, if I can travel back and forward through Time and can make note of and document deaths I see in the future; which I also say is in fact the case.

This, Dear Reader, constitutes military superiority no matter how many hundreds of millions of American psycho-fascists there might be.

Beyond that great military superiority, I have not millions but billions of God's Angeles behind me; and God at my side.

That is the order of battle as Armageddon begins.

Now, to help you better understand how it will come to pass that I will destroy these two cowardly psycho-fascist Americans, I want you to see an the image of a samurai standing in readiness to duel, one sword in each hand, his long sword in his right hand and his short sword in his left, both arms held out from his sides so his hands are at about the level of his shoulders.

To his right is one of the psycho-fascist Americans, to his left the other.

(Think of Toshiro Mifune in a samurai movie if it helps you to visualize this.)

I am that samurai. The sword in my right hand is God; the sword in my left hand is Time Travel.

Here, as I have been promising you for about the past month, begins Armageddon, the final battle between good and evil. I am good; the two cowardly psycho-fascist Americans and all who support them are evil.

Tomorrow I will describe the battlefield; consisting of about four acres of land, my home at 318 Second Street, and their homes at 316 Second Street and 211 Juniper Street, in Smallville, California, south and east of the beautiful and mysterious and perhaps extinct volcano, Mount Shasta.