The $233 Billion Defeat

Jews Jaws Two

Shark America Eight

Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 185
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event

I knew the deputy was on the bad guys' side when I told him the bad guys like to make sexual orgasm noises when they harass my home at night, and the deputy asked, "Do they bring their girl friends?"

I knew the deputy was on the bad guys' side when I told him the bad guys' constant harassment of me in my home at night is a felony, and he looked at me with blank George W. Bush eyes.

I knew the deputy was on the bad guys' side when I told him the bad guys were threatening me with murder when they caused kerosene fumes to drift through my old wooden home at four a.m., and he looked at me as if I were the Man on the Moon.

I knew the deputy was on the bad guys's side when he told me not to call 911 again.

I knew the deputy was on the bad guys' side when I told him I might have to move out, and I saw the satisfaction on his face.

All this is to say, I can expect no real police help in my battle to end the harassment of me by the two cowardly psycho-fascist "men" at 316 Second Street and 211 Juniper Street, here in Smallville, northern California, just south and east of Mount Shasta, now approaching its third month.

Unless the citizens of Smallville step forward, or my pals in Special Forces come in and ninja them, it is just God and I fighting the two evil, cowardly little worms who come by my home almost every night to bang on my walls to awaken me and to threaten my life.

You know the code God gave me, "Two Birds With One Stone"; the rest remains classified; except there is a new code, "Snake Roundup".

That's how it is on the micro front of God's Space War against the United States of America today; and all seems quiet on the macro front.