The $235 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Zero
Shark America Ten
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 188
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event
Expecting Mothers' Day Hit on USA
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle (Part 2)
My greatest strength is that I am the only audible mental telepath in human history; my greatest weakness is that I am the only audible mental telepath in human history.
Within this dichotomy lies the destruction of the two cowardly psycho-fascist American "men" at 316 Second Street and 211 Juniper Street, Smallville, northern California, just south and east of Mount Shasta, who have tortured me incessantly since I moved into my home here.
Early this week the harassment grew to an open threat to murder me by burning down this big old wooden house while I am asleep in it; therefore this business went into an entirely new dimension, and I moved from passive resistance to defensive-offensive tactics.
I know from two months' experience that these two cowardly psycho-fascist American "men" like to attack me only when I am sleeping, and their favorite time for doing this is from midnight to just after dawn.
So, my most logical defensive-offensive step is not to be sleeping between midnight and dawn, that's the defensive part; and during those hours to periodically aggressively patrol the perimeter of my home; that is the offensive part.
Since I began this policy of night alert and patrol there have been no attacks on my home during those hours, but there have been attacks every day before and after those hours; when, of course, I was sleeping. Those attacks are less strong, however, perhaps because the attackers are not cooking on so much dope before midnight, and only light attacks are possible in daylight.
It is when they are insane with dope and booze between midnight and dawn that these two cowards become American monsters.
How cowardly these psycho-fascist Americans are. They are two in number, they are young and strong; but they dare attack an old man only when he is sleeping.
This vulnerability while sleeping is one of the great weaknesses in being audibly telepathic, because the psycho-fascist American people know when I am sleeping and know when I am awake by the state of my telepathy, and for over 30 years waking me from sleep has been a favorite American torture.
Except for their threats to murder me, these two psycho-fascist American "men" are within the normal torture pattern, although they are on the high end of the torture pattern where the torture technique moves from desire to cause pain through noise abuse to desire to cause death through noise abuse.
Their great disadvantage compared to their co-torturers over the years is that they have to cross over some 30 to 40 yards of private property to get the my home, and therein lies the great and secret strength of my audible mental telepathy.
I cannot give you the full picture of that strength today, but I can open the oven door a bit so you can smell savory Punishment Pie baking.
Likely these two cowardly psycho-fascist American "men" will not dare to come by during those hours now that they know I am awake, dressed, and on guard; but these are small "men", simple "men", who get together frequently late at night to use meth and alcohol and, as rumor has it, blow one another.
It is during these drug manias that they most love to attack my home, to awaken me, and threaten me, to make sexual orgasm sounds outside my bedroom wall and so forth. This is because the drug enhances their innate evil, and gives them dope-head courage.
So, it is only a matter of time when drug mania will overpower their coward's common sense about attacking old men who are not sleeping, and they will attack the old man who is now not sleeping, and the snores they hear will not be snores at all but the sound of the buzz saw into which they have stupidly walked.
So, aggressive defense: being awake and dressed during the favorite hours of attack, waiting for them to attack, and WANTING them to attack. That is part two of the tactics of the Smallville Battle.
Remember my two swords, God and Time Travel. Remember the two battle codes we have received about this situation thus far, "Killing Two Birds With One Stone" and "The Snake Roundup".
One of the great strengths in being the only audible mental telepath in human history is the capability to travel back and forth in Time, subatomic physics being the key to both Telepathy and Time Travel.
One wonderful thing about this great and secret strength is that my enemies, particularly my enemies in the scientific world, are too vain to understand that a poet can dance with what a scientist and only piddle with; and in the military world, my enemies are too stupid to know ambushes are set in the future, and even yesterday is not safe.
This is a mighty sword, Time Travel, but while most of it is top secret you will see a flash of this blade in the Battle of Smallville.
I have gone ahead in Time and reconnoitered the battlefield within ten yards of my home all around my home, and I have marked on the property exactly where these two cowardly psycho-fascist American "men" will be destroyed. That is, I know exactly when they will be there doing their dirty business, and I will be waiting.
This is just too easy for a Time Traveler to do, like a pool shark calling Four Balls in the corner pocket.
That is the status of the micro front of God's Space War against the United States of America today.
On the macro front, the code for Mothers' Day is "Last Laugh Day" and here at I.C. News we are expecting a symbolic God's Space War hit on the United States of America tomorrow.
The Last Laugh code first appeared in New York City, when NYC was raping my mind soon after I became audibly telepathic, making NYC a probable target.
Indicators also point to San Francisco, which mind-raped my beloved mother; at which time had I had a nuclear trigger I would have pulled it.
Tomorrow, unless we have bigger fish to fry: Tactics of the Smallville Battle (Part 3).
Shark America Ten
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 188
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event
Expecting Mothers' Day Hit on USA
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle (Part 2)
My greatest strength is that I am the only audible mental telepath in human history; my greatest weakness is that I am the only audible mental telepath in human history.
Within this dichotomy lies the destruction of the two cowardly psycho-fascist American "men" at 316 Second Street and 211 Juniper Street, Smallville, northern California, just south and east of Mount Shasta, who have tortured me incessantly since I moved into my home here.
Early this week the harassment grew to an open threat to murder me by burning down this big old wooden house while I am asleep in it; therefore this business went into an entirely new dimension, and I moved from passive resistance to defensive-offensive tactics.
I know from two months' experience that these two cowardly psycho-fascist American "men" like to attack me only when I am sleeping, and their favorite time for doing this is from midnight to just after dawn.
So, my most logical defensive-offensive step is not to be sleeping between midnight and dawn, that's the defensive part; and during those hours to periodically aggressively patrol the perimeter of my home; that is the offensive part.
Since I began this policy of night alert and patrol there have been no attacks on my home during those hours, but there have been attacks every day before and after those hours; when, of course, I was sleeping. Those attacks are less strong, however, perhaps because the attackers are not cooking on so much dope before midnight, and only light attacks are possible in daylight.
It is when they are insane with dope and booze between midnight and dawn that these two cowards become American monsters.
How cowardly these psycho-fascist Americans are. They are two in number, they are young and strong; but they dare attack an old man only when he is sleeping.
This vulnerability while sleeping is one of the great weaknesses in being audibly telepathic, because the psycho-fascist American people know when I am sleeping and know when I am awake by the state of my telepathy, and for over 30 years waking me from sleep has been a favorite American torture.
Except for their threats to murder me, these two psycho-fascist American "men" are within the normal torture pattern, although they are on the high end of the torture pattern where the torture technique moves from desire to cause pain through noise abuse to desire to cause death through noise abuse.
Their great disadvantage compared to their co-torturers over the years is that they have to cross over some 30 to 40 yards of private property to get the my home, and therein lies the great and secret strength of my audible mental telepathy.
I cannot give you the full picture of that strength today, but I can open the oven door a bit so you can smell savory Punishment Pie baking.
Likely these two cowardly psycho-fascist American "men" will not dare to come by during those hours now that they know I am awake, dressed, and on guard; but these are small "men", simple "men", who get together frequently late at night to use meth and alcohol and, as rumor has it, blow one another.
It is during these drug manias that they most love to attack my home, to awaken me, and threaten me, to make sexual orgasm sounds outside my bedroom wall and so forth. This is because the drug enhances their innate evil, and gives them dope-head courage.
So, it is only a matter of time when drug mania will overpower their coward's common sense about attacking old men who are not sleeping, and they will attack the old man who is now not sleeping, and the snores they hear will not be snores at all but the sound of the buzz saw into which they have stupidly walked.
So, aggressive defense: being awake and dressed during the favorite hours of attack, waiting for them to attack, and WANTING them to attack. That is part two of the tactics of the Smallville Battle.
Remember my two swords, God and Time Travel. Remember the two battle codes we have received about this situation thus far, "Killing Two Birds With One Stone" and "The Snake Roundup".
One of the great strengths in being the only audible mental telepath in human history is the capability to travel back and forth in Time, subatomic physics being the key to both Telepathy and Time Travel.
One wonderful thing about this great and secret strength is that my enemies, particularly my enemies in the scientific world, are too vain to understand that a poet can dance with what a scientist and only piddle with; and in the military world, my enemies are too stupid to know ambushes are set in the future, and even yesterday is not safe.
This is a mighty sword, Time Travel, but while most of it is top secret you will see a flash of this blade in the Battle of Smallville.
I have gone ahead in Time and reconnoitered the battlefield within ten yards of my home all around my home, and I have marked on the property exactly where these two cowardly psycho-fascist American "men" will be destroyed. That is, I know exactly when they will be there doing their dirty business, and I will be waiting.
This is just too easy for a Time Traveler to do, like a pool shark calling Four Balls in the corner pocket.
That is the status of the micro front of God's Space War against the United States of America today.
On the macro front, the code for Mothers' Day is "Last Laugh Day" and here at I.C. News we are expecting a symbolic God's Space War hit on the United States of America tomorrow.
The Last Laugh code first appeared in New York City, when NYC was raping my mind soon after I became audibly telepathic, making NYC a probable target.
Indicators also point to San Francisco, which mind-raped my beloved mother; at which time had I had a nuclear trigger I would have pulled it.
Tomorrow, unless we have bigger fish to fry: Tactics of the Smallville Battle (Part 3).
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