The $240 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Five
Shark America Five
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 176
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle (Part 3--Waiting for the Death)
There seem to be a number of new readers coming aboard--perhaps it was this work's advance documentation of the cruise ship "Empress of the North" running aground in Alaskan waters on Mothers' Day--but for whatever reason here is a brief review of where we are in our writing of The Obituary of the World.
We are tracking the death of this Earth by 2065.
We are tracking the growing Republican American Fascist coup in the United States of America.
We are tracking the massive military defeat of the United States of America due largely to the stupidity and brutality of Republican American Fascism.
Most importantly, we are tracking God's Space War against the United States of America, and God's saving this Earth from parasitical humankind.
We do this by alternately examining what we call the macro story and the micro story, the macro being the rapidly approaching death of this Earth and God's handwriting on the wall of the daily news which addresses that calamity; the micro being America's torture-enslavement of God's One True Telepath, yours truly, Virgil Kret, the only audible mental telepath in human history.
Our micro story moved about two months ago to the fictionally named town of Smallville, in northern California, just south and east of Mount Shasta, where I am house-sitting an old wooden house which had been the subject of considerable vandalism and theft; and where I have been the subject of extreme nighttime terrorism by two neighbors, one at 316 Second Street and the other at 211 Juniper Street, my home being roughly half way between the two, on about five acres of private property belonging to my home.
This private property factor becomes very important as the story of the Battle of Smallville progresses.
These two cowardly psychi-fascist American "men" were almost certainly the thieves and the vandals, and hardly a day or night has gone by without their attempting to terrorize me, waking me up to six times a night, sometimes in the standard American forms of telepath-torture, sometimes in elaborate forms which have included a threat to burn this house down with me in it.
As you might appreciate, this has created a mood of serious response in me, and coupled with the fact that local law enforcement is as useless as tits on a boar, has caused me to take aggressive-defensive action.
Again, private property is the pivotal factor here; while I have the constitutional and human rights of a laboratory animal in the United States of America, private property is inviolate.
So, New Dear Reader, you have entered this work just as two battles are going on, the Battle of Smallville and God's Space War against the United States of America. Welcome, there is some excitement on the horizon.
Picking up the secondary story of the Battle of Smallville, we see our new tactics have had some positive effect. The two cowardly psycho-fascist American "men" who had gone hog wild in their torture of me no longer dare attack at night because they know I am waiting and wanting them to.
This old telepath must be sleeping before those two young American psycho-fascist "men" have the courage to attack him; so my standing a night watch, my aggressively patrolling the property; my saying come on, come on, you cowards, has sent them back to their wives's beds, causing them to abandon for a time their secret gay life together.
Having retreated from the darkness of the night they now muster cowardly little daylight assaults, standard assaults protected by the darkness of the national American agreement that the Telepath is for torturing.
Sometimes waiting is a tactic; sometimes postponing is a tactic; but the tactic we Space Sailors love most is attack, attack, attack. We will get to that, but the tactic we are talking about today is called, "Waiting for the Death".
The scuttlebutt being passed among we Space Sailors is that God is going to kill one of these two cowardly psycho-fascist Americans soon. God, after all, has killed thousands of psycho-fascist Americans since America's torture-enslavement of me began, so this is not something unusual.
I think I know which one God will send to Hell a little sooner than scheduled, but I should not say.
Remember the rule I established in previous entries to this report that makes this gambit solid: God's killing of the one cowardly psycho-fascist American must be so clearly an act of God that even the village atheist will see it as such. The village atheist is the umpire behind the plate.
(Perhaps it is time to introduce you to the village atheist; perhaps tomorrow if I do not have bigger fish to fry.)
There is a story within this Battle of Smallvile story, about a cowardly dog owned by the cowardly psycho-fascist American "man" who lives at 316 Second Street. It is an interesting story in that this dog and this "man" seem to confirm the old saw that dogs take on the characteristics of their owners.
This cowardly psycho-fascist American "man" has many animals, including perhaps six dogs; and two of the dogs, big yellow mean dogs, frequently leap over the fence in front of his property and harass the fenced-in dogs of neighbors on the other side of Second Street..
(Notice the sameness of the "man" and his dogs; as he attacks fenced-in me, so do his dogs attack fenced-in dogs; and, proud of these cowardly attacks, the "man" and dogs bark and act as if they had a pair of balls.)
Cowardice is the worst trait in both humans and dogs.
I had observed this cowardly behavior of the cowardly psycho-fascist American "man's" dogs since I moved in about two months ago, and I had noticed that the cowardly psycho-fascist American "man" never chastises his cowardly dogs or orders them back onto his property when they go across the street to harass the fenced-in dogs.
Up until a week ago Tuesday this cowardly dogs business was always something of a distant event to me, since I did not own the dogs being harassed by the cowardly psycho-fascist American "man's" cowardly dogs; but on that Tuesday I was walking on Second Street in front of the cowardly psycho-fascist American "man's" house for the purpose of retrieving my empty garbage can a few houses down Second Street, when one of his dogs leaped over the fence and took a stance of high threat against me. That is, the dog was saying, "I own this part of Second Street and you cannot pass".
I know a lot about dogs, and I knew how to deal with this dog in this situation. I simply looked the dog hard in the eye; and I saw fear and confusion appear in its eyes when I did; but it was about ten minutes before I could disengage and go back to my home without the dog attacking me from the rear if I walked away; and I so went another way to retrieve my garbage can.
It is not good to allow one's dogs to intimidate human beings, and had I been a child or a panicky adult that dog could have killed or injured me seriously; and since the cowardly psycho-fascist "man" who lives and 316 Second Street would not correct his dog's behavior I felt, because my personal safely was now at risk, that I had to take on the job.
So, when I went to retrieve my garbage can on the next Tuesday, last Tuesday, I took a pitchfork with me; and sure enough the mean, cowardly dog leaped over the fence and came at me saying, "This is my street and you may not pass, grr."; but I pointed the pitchfork at it and said with eyes, and with stance and with mental telepathy, "Get back into your yard, you son of a bitch, or I will kill you."
The dog knew I would do what I said I would do, and its ferocious bark turned into a pathetic whimper, and it jumped back over the fence and went far back from the fence to the safety of the cowardly psycho-fascist "man's" house; and even from that position of safety it barked at me like a frightened little girl-dog.
How much like the owner is the dog, as we shall see as the Battle of Smallville continues.
Shark America Five
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 176
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle (Part 3--Waiting for the Death)
There seem to be a number of new readers coming aboard--perhaps it was this work's advance documentation of the cruise ship "Empress of the North" running aground in Alaskan waters on Mothers' Day--but for whatever reason here is a brief review of where we are in our writing of The Obituary of the World.
We are tracking the death of this Earth by 2065.
We are tracking the growing Republican American Fascist coup in the United States of America.
We are tracking the massive military defeat of the United States of America due largely to the stupidity and brutality of Republican American Fascism.
Most importantly, we are tracking God's Space War against the United States of America, and God's saving this Earth from parasitical humankind.
We do this by alternately examining what we call the macro story and the micro story, the macro being the rapidly approaching death of this Earth and God's handwriting on the wall of the daily news which addresses that calamity; the micro being America's torture-enslavement of God's One True Telepath, yours truly, Virgil Kret, the only audible mental telepath in human history.
Our micro story moved about two months ago to the fictionally named town of Smallville, in northern California, just south and east of Mount Shasta, where I am house-sitting an old wooden house which had been the subject of considerable vandalism and theft; and where I have been the subject of extreme nighttime terrorism by two neighbors, one at 316 Second Street and the other at 211 Juniper Street, my home being roughly half way between the two, on about five acres of private property belonging to my home.
This private property factor becomes very important as the story of the Battle of Smallville progresses.
These two cowardly psychi-fascist American "men" were almost certainly the thieves and the vandals, and hardly a day or night has gone by without their attempting to terrorize me, waking me up to six times a night, sometimes in the standard American forms of telepath-torture, sometimes in elaborate forms which have included a threat to burn this house down with me in it.
As you might appreciate, this has created a mood of serious response in me, and coupled with the fact that local law enforcement is as useless as tits on a boar, has caused me to take aggressive-defensive action.
Again, private property is the pivotal factor here; while I have the constitutional and human rights of a laboratory animal in the United States of America, private property is inviolate.
So, New Dear Reader, you have entered this work just as two battles are going on, the Battle of Smallville and God's Space War against the United States of America. Welcome, there is some excitement on the horizon.
Picking up the secondary story of the Battle of Smallville, we see our new tactics have had some positive effect. The two cowardly psycho-fascist American "men" who had gone hog wild in their torture of me no longer dare attack at night because they know I am waiting and wanting them to.
This old telepath must be sleeping before those two young American psycho-fascist "men" have the courage to attack him; so my standing a night watch, my aggressively patrolling the property; my saying come on, come on, you cowards, has sent them back to their wives's beds, causing them to abandon for a time their secret gay life together.
Having retreated from the darkness of the night they now muster cowardly little daylight assaults, standard assaults protected by the darkness of the national American agreement that the Telepath is for torturing.
Sometimes waiting is a tactic; sometimes postponing is a tactic; but the tactic we Space Sailors love most is attack, attack, attack. We will get to that, but the tactic we are talking about today is called, "Waiting for the Death".
The scuttlebutt being passed among we Space Sailors is that God is going to kill one of these two cowardly psycho-fascist Americans soon. God, after all, has killed thousands of psycho-fascist Americans since America's torture-enslavement of me began, so this is not something unusual.
I think I know which one God will send to Hell a little sooner than scheduled, but I should not say.
Remember the rule I established in previous entries to this report that makes this gambit solid: God's killing of the one cowardly psycho-fascist American must be so clearly an act of God that even the village atheist will see it as such. The village atheist is the umpire behind the plate.
(Perhaps it is time to introduce you to the village atheist; perhaps tomorrow if I do not have bigger fish to fry.)
There is a story within this Battle of Smallvile story, about a cowardly dog owned by the cowardly psycho-fascist American "man" who lives at 316 Second Street. It is an interesting story in that this dog and this "man" seem to confirm the old saw that dogs take on the characteristics of their owners.
This cowardly psycho-fascist American "man" has many animals, including perhaps six dogs; and two of the dogs, big yellow mean dogs, frequently leap over the fence in front of his property and harass the fenced-in dogs of neighbors on the other side of Second Street..
(Notice the sameness of the "man" and his dogs; as he attacks fenced-in me, so do his dogs attack fenced-in dogs; and, proud of these cowardly attacks, the "man" and dogs bark and act as if they had a pair of balls.)
Cowardice is the worst trait in both humans and dogs.
I had observed this cowardly behavior of the cowardly psycho-fascist American "man's" dogs since I moved in about two months ago, and I had noticed that the cowardly psycho-fascist American "man" never chastises his cowardly dogs or orders them back onto his property when they go across the street to harass the fenced-in dogs.
Up until a week ago Tuesday this cowardly dogs business was always something of a distant event to me, since I did not own the dogs being harassed by the cowardly psycho-fascist American "man's" cowardly dogs; but on that Tuesday I was walking on Second Street in front of the cowardly psycho-fascist American "man's" house for the purpose of retrieving my empty garbage can a few houses down Second Street, when one of his dogs leaped over the fence and took a stance of high threat against me. That is, the dog was saying, "I own this part of Second Street and you cannot pass".
I know a lot about dogs, and I knew how to deal with this dog in this situation. I simply looked the dog hard in the eye; and I saw fear and confusion appear in its eyes when I did; but it was about ten minutes before I could disengage and go back to my home without the dog attacking me from the rear if I walked away; and I so went another way to retrieve my garbage can.
It is not good to allow one's dogs to intimidate human beings, and had I been a child or a panicky adult that dog could have killed or injured me seriously; and since the cowardly psycho-fascist "man" who lives and 316 Second Street would not correct his dog's behavior I felt, because my personal safely was now at risk, that I had to take on the job.
So, when I went to retrieve my garbage can on the next Tuesday, last Tuesday, I took a pitchfork with me; and sure enough the mean, cowardly dog leaped over the fence and came at me saying, "This is my street and you may not pass, grr."; but I pointed the pitchfork at it and said with eyes, and with stance and with mental telepathy, "Get back into your yard, you son of a bitch, or I will kill you."
The dog knew I would do what I said I would do, and its ferocious bark turned into a pathetic whimper, and it jumped back over the fence and went far back from the fence to the safety of the cowardly psycho-fascist "man's" house; and even from that position of safety it barked at me like a frightened little girl-dog.
How much like the owner is the dog, as we shall see as the Battle of Smallville continues.
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