The $228 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Seven
Shark America Three
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 185
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event
Sometimes I see like camera flashbulbs flashing the bodies I've seen of dead Americans on the Vietnam battleground, and sorrow passes through me like a crack of pain; oh excuse me, it's you, it's me, and I am writing again.
It may seem strange and unlikely to you that the great and final battle between good and evil should begin in a small town in northern California, about as far away from Jerusalem as you can get, where most Christians think it will begin; and many Jews, who really dislike the Christians very much, pamper that belief because it solidifies the drone-ally-ship of its political and military servant, the USA; but actually God chooses God's battlegrounds in a different way, and all the land of this Earth is the Holy Land, and what is not Holy Land is Holy Sea, and what is not Holy Sea is Holy Raindrops and Holy Rainbows, and Holy Well You Know What I Mean.
God loves this whole Earth, and in a way unfathomable to some this Earth is as a wife of God and God loves to kiss her on her northern California; and her West Virginia for that matter, and God loves the way she trembles when God kisses her there; but that's another story.
So, it has come to pass that the whole damn story of the Second Coming is different than what Christians expect it to be; and that God is less interested in a perpetual heavenly choir of Christians than God has been purported to be; and that God is much more hip than the Vatican would allow God to be; and that God would be banned in Boston if God ever came to town.
Excuse me, sometimes I like to run riffs on my keyboard like a classic pianist drinking wine and smoking pot and saying, "Go, Beethoven, Go".
Pot, too bad I am too poor to smoke pot any more, but that, too, is another story.
Where were we? Yes, we were defeating the United States of America; but frankly defeating America is just so easy to do, like telling a suicide to suck on the barrel of a revolver until a bullet comes shining through; America, America, pathetic suicide among nations, too petty to live up to what is was supposed to be, dying for what is might have been.
There I go again, running riffs in the I.C. News newsroom when there is serious news all around. What has become of me? I used to be such a good fellow, and now I watch America walking into a buzz saw and I yawn...yawn...yawn the big yawn of those who don't give a damn.
Actually, Dear Reader, I am killing time today while Time is killing you, and America might already be beaten too badly for me to write today what I had planned to write for you.
Oh, Dear Reader, Dear Reader, I cannot begin to tell you how badly America is beaten.
"All Fall Down", yesterday's God's Space War code; that's what it amounts to; the defeat of the United States of America.
Here I am, telling you a story, ready today to describe a four-acre battlefield for you, when in fact the battlefield of God's S[pace War encompasses all of the United States of America from Washington Deceit to San Franfaggot, California, a huge expanse of American pathetic defeat; and why...and why...and why, because America chose to torture and enslave the only audible mental telepath in history.
Go figure. How stupid can an America be?
It was a trap, Dear Reader, it was an ambush, it was a reading by God of the American soul; and America utterly, utterly squandered that opportunity presented to it by God.
I am a bit ahead of the story today. I know you are anxious to see the two cowardly psycho-fascist "men" who have been torturing me be ground into dust; but let's continue that story tomorrow because new stuff is happening that may change the story; and let's run our fingers over the keys making the word-music God loves to hear.
The Boys and I were teaching Birds to Fly, and the Girls were Dancing on a Fable.
Shark America Three
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 185
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event
Sometimes I see like camera flashbulbs flashing the bodies I've seen of dead Americans on the Vietnam battleground, and sorrow passes through me like a crack of pain; oh excuse me, it's you, it's me, and I am writing again.
It may seem strange and unlikely to you that the great and final battle between good and evil should begin in a small town in northern California, about as far away from Jerusalem as you can get, where most Christians think it will begin; and many Jews, who really dislike the Christians very much, pamper that belief because it solidifies the drone-ally-ship of its political and military servant, the USA; but actually God chooses God's battlegrounds in a different way, and all the land of this Earth is the Holy Land, and what is not Holy Land is Holy Sea, and what is not Holy Sea is Holy Raindrops and Holy Rainbows, and Holy Well You Know What I Mean.
God loves this whole Earth, and in a way unfathomable to some this Earth is as a wife of God and God loves to kiss her on her northern California; and her West Virginia for that matter, and God loves the way she trembles when God kisses her there; but that's another story.
So, it has come to pass that the whole damn story of the Second Coming is different than what Christians expect it to be; and that God is less interested in a perpetual heavenly choir of Christians than God has been purported to be; and that God is much more hip than the Vatican would allow God to be; and that God would be banned in Boston if God ever came to town.
Excuse me, sometimes I like to run riffs on my keyboard like a classic pianist drinking wine and smoking pot and saying, "Go, Beethoven, Go".
Pot, too bad I am too poor to smoke pot any more, but that, too, is another story.
Where were we? Yes, we were defeating the United States of America; but frankly defeating America is just so easy to do, like telling a suicide to suck on the barrel of a revolver until a bullet comes shining through; America, America, pathetic suicide among nations, too petty to live up to what is was supposed to be, dying for what is might have been.
There I go again, running riffs in the I.C. News newsroom when there is serious news all around. What has become of me? I used to be such a good fellow, and now I watch America walking into a buzz saw and I yawn...yawn...yawn the big yawn of those who don't give a damn.
Actually, Dear Reader, I am killing time today while Time is killing you, and America might already be beaten too badly for me to write today what I had planned to write for you.
Oh, Dear Reader, Dear Reader, I cannot begin to tell you how badly America is beaten.
"All Fall Down", yesterday's God's Space War code; that's what it amounts to; the defeat of the United States of America.
Here I am, telling you a story, ready today to describe a four-acre battlefield for you, when in fact the battlefield of God's S[pace War encompasses all of the United States of America from Washington Deceit to San Franfaggot, California, a huge expanse of American pathetic defeat; and why...and why...and why, because America chose to torture and enslave the only audible mental telepath in history.
Go figure. How stupid can an America be?
It was a trap, Dear Reader, it was an ambush, it was a reading by God of the American soul; and America utterly, utterly squandered that opportunity presented to it by God.
I am a bit ahead of the story today. I know you are anxious to see the two cowardly psycho-fascist "men" who have been torturing me be ground into dust; but let's continue that story tomorrow because new stuff is happening that may change the story; and let's run our fingers over the keys making the word-music God loves to hear.
The Boys and I were teaching Birds to Fly, and the Girls were Dancing on a Fable.
posted by Virgil Kret at 5:42 PM
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