The $245 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Ten
Shark America Zero (Expecting A God's Space War Attack on Shark America Today)
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 169
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle (Part 4--Baptism of Fire)
I feel a riff coming on; excuse me, Jimi Hendrix, while I kiss the sky.
In the course of yesterday's Fighter Pilot Chatter these words bounced off the stratosphere, "...as God's Space War against the United States of America marches slowly, slowly inexorably on...", and I got to thinking, hey, maybe it's time to explain the timing aspect of God's Space War again.
What makes God's Space War so difficult to see is that it moves so slowly. It is 33.3 rpm in a 78 rpm world...well, no...well, no...it is more like 3.3 compared to 99.
God's Space War is more the pace of the meditating monk than the Holy Roller. It is more Swan Lake than Boogie Woogie Country Girl. If you were Japanese I could tell you it is more Noh than Kabuki, and you would understand perfectly.
In Noh it might take an elaborately costumed actor fifteen minutes to walk with width of the stage, and in the background there would be a steady twang...boom...twang...boom...twang...boom...of the Noh musicians, and the audience would be transported deep into slowness and glacial movement, and Time itself would be changed.
Noh was the pot of the samurai, but that's another story.
The understanding I want to leave you with today is that truly God's sense of time and urgency are different than yours and mine, and truly a year to you and me is far, far less than a day to God; and God is invisible to us only because we see fast and God moves slow.
It is in in that same pace of imperceptible slowness that the world dies, and God has watched her dying for 80 thousand years or more, she breathing in and out, breathing in and out, like sighing dying Elephant, Earth-Elephant lying down on the hallowed ground in the Planet-Elephants' Graveyard.
And God does not worry about the things people think God worries about. In all the existence of the automobile, in all the existence of Lover's Lanes, in all the existence of Drive-In Movies, I would guess God has not worried for one mankind's second about what is going on between boys and girls, men and women, in all the back seats put together.
God is watching the Elephant die, and God is saying, What Can I Do About This?
Therein lies all the stories of all the religions; "...and God so loved the world..."; that's the great news story, that's the great love story of the Universe; the love of God for the Planet Earth.
When God first asked me...er...allowed me to write The Obituary of the World I was a rat-tat-tat journalist of the old school, cigarette sticking out of the side of my mouth and sending smoke into my eyes, tie askew, running my typewriter a mile a minute, pounding out those stories as if they meant something, and I said, Sure, God, happy to write that obit for you; I'll have it on your desk by tomorrow.
Ha! Tomorrow is but a tick on God's Big Ben; and I didn't understand God was talking about tomorrow on God's Desk Calendar, and on that calendar tomorrow was a lifetime away.
Slow. Imperceptible. Inexorable. That is the nature of God's war to save this Earth from the parasite we lovingly call the Human Being, and God calls vermin; as God once said to me, "They are vermin, Earth's Virgil, they are vermin".
Nobody ever said "...and God so loved the human being.that he gave His only begotten Son...". The whole thing from the beginning, from the first time the first caveman shat in the first stream, has always been God's intent to save this Earth from the human being.
If the Earth dies so does the human being, so it is better the human being die in time to save the Earth from the human being; makes perfect sense to me; or the alternative option is the human being changing its course, which is about as likely as George W. Bush becoming an intelligent, honest man.
Sure, to be sure, save the human being, if God can elevate the species to the point where it is not a planet-killer...or the human being can elevate itself to that level.
That brings us back to where we are today, a president bound for Hell for baby murder forcing and conning the world into destruction in the macro picture; and two psycho-fascist cowardly American "men" having the right to torture and to threaten to murder Virgil Kret, the only person on this Earth who knows how to tell Time, in the micro picture.
Macrocosm, the human being killing the Earth; microcosm, America killing Virgil. The two are exactly alike; and this Earth will be dead by 2065 and the chances of that not happening are about the same as the American people giving up their joy of torturing me and paying me the $245 Billion Good Faith payment they owe me as of today.
That is a good picture of how deeply in trouble this Earth, and how slim the chance the human being can turn away from murdering her.
Well, Jimi Hendrix, all this free-flowing riff today is to point out to my dear readers an excellent example of God's Space War timing now unfolding.
Yesterday I gave the phrase, "Pow, pow, pow, three bullets hit the paddy dike under my butt and I knew I was off on another caper", and I said each of my two cowardly psycho-fascist American neighbors who have threatened to burn my home down with me in it has each received one "Pow".
Roughly speaking, the two Pows were about a month apart, and since the most recent Pow was a week ago today--the pitchfork and the dog event--we can expect the third Pow to take place around three weeks from today.
So while it takes about a second to say, "pow, pow, pow", it takes about three months to live three Pows.. That is the movement of God compared to the movement of humankind, and that is the movement of the Battle of Smallville.
For your final understanding of today's riff: one of the strengths of God's Space War is that it progresses below the human attention span; that the dots are so far apart connecting them is not easily done; that the musical notes are so far apart their melody cannot be easily discerned.
Shark America Zero (Expecting A God's Space War Attack on Shark America Today)
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 169
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle (Part 4--Baptism of Fire)
I feel a riff coming on; excuse me, Jimi Hendrix, while I kiss the sky.
In the course of yesterday's Fighter Pilot Chatter these words bounced off the stratosphere, "...as God's Space War against the United States of America marches slowly, slowly inexorably on...", and I got to thinking, hey, maybe it's time to explain the timing aspect of God's Space War again.
What makes God's Space War so difficult to see is that it moves so slowly. It is 33.3 rpm in a 78 rpm world...well, no...well, no...it is more like 3.3 compared to 99.
God's Space War is more the pace of the meditating monk than the Holy Roller. It is more Swan Lake than Boogie Woogie Country Girl. If you were Japanese I could tell you it is more Noh than Kabuki, and you would understand perfectly.
In Noh it might take an elaborately costumed actor fifteen minutes to walk with width of the stage, and in the background there would be a steady twang...boom...twang...boom...twang...boom...of the Noh musicians, and the audience would be transported deep into slowness and glacial movement, and Time itself would be changed.
Noh was the pot of the samurai, but that's another story.
The understanding I want to leave you with today is that truly God's sense of time and urgency are different than yours and mine, and truly a year to you and me is far, far less than a day to God; and God is invisible to us only because we see fast and God moves slow.
It is in in that same pace of imperceptible slowness that the world dies, and God has watched her dying for 80 thousand years or more, she breathing in and out, breathing in and out, like sighing dying Elephant, Earth-Elephant lying down on the hallowed ground in the Planet-Elephants' Graveyard.
And God does not worry about the things people think God worries about. In all the existence of the automobile, in all the existence of Lover's Lanes, in all the existence of Drive-In Movies, I would guess God has not worried for one mankind's second about what is going on between boys and girls, men and women, in all the back seats put together.
God is watching the Elephant die, and God is saying, What Can I Do About This?
Therein lies all the stories of all the religions; "...and God so loved the world..."; that's the great news story, that's the great love story of the Universe; the love of God for the Planet Earth.
When God first asked me...er...allowed me to write The Obituary of the World I was a rat-tat-tat journalist of the old school, cigarette sticking out of the side of my mouth and sending smoke into my eyes, tie askew, running my typewriter a mile a minute, pounding out those stories as if they meant something, and I said, Sure, God, happy to write that obit for you; I'll have it on your desk by tomorrow.
Ha! Tomorrow is but a tick on God's Big Ben; and I didn't understand God was talking about tomorrow on God's Desk Calendar, and on that calendar tomorrow was a lifetime away.
Slow. Imperceptible. Inexorable. That is the nature of God's war to save this Earth from the parasite we lovingly call the Human Being, and God calls vermin; as God once said to me, "They are vermin, Earth's Virgil, they are vermin".
Nobody ever said "...and God so loved the human being.that he gave His only begotten Son...". The whole thing from the beginning, from the first time the first caveman shat in the first stream, has always been God's intent to save this Earth from the human being.
If the Earth dies so does the human being, so it is better the human being die in time to save the Earth from the human being; makes perfect sense to me; or the alternative option is the human being changing its course, which is about as likely as George W. Bush becoming an intelligent, honest man.
Sure, to be sure, save the human being, if God can elevate the species to the point where it is not a planet-killer...or the human being can elevate itself to that level.
That brings us back to where we are today, a president bound for Hell for baby murder forcing and conning the world into destruction in the macro picture; and two psycho-fascist cowardly American "men" having the right to torture and to threaten to murder Virgil Kret, the only person on this Earth who knows how to tell Time, in the micro picture.
Macrocosm, the human being killing the Earth; microcosm, America killing Virgil. The two are exactly alike; and this Earth will be dead by 2065 and the chances of that not happening are about the same as the American people giving up their joy of torturing me and paying me the $245 Billion Good Faith payment they owe me as of today.
That is a good picture of how deeply in trouble this Earth, and how slim the chance the human being can turn away from murdering her.
Well, Jimi Hendrix, all this free-flowing riff today is to point out to my dear readers an excellent example of God's Space War timing now unfolding.
Yesterday I gave the phrase, "Pow, pow, pow, three bullets hit the paddy dike under my butt and I knew I was off on another caper", and I said each of my two cowardly psycho-fascist American neighbors who have threatened to burn my home down with me in it has each received one "Pow".
Roughly speaking, the two Pows were about a month apart, and since the most recent Pow was a week ago today--the pitchfork and the dog event--we can expect the third Pow to take place around three weeks from today.
So while it takes about a second to say, "pow, pow, pow", it takes about three months to live three Pows.. That is the movement of God compared to the movement of humankind, and that is the movement of the Battle of Smallville.
For your final understanding of today's riff: one of the strengths of God's Space War is that it progresses below the human attention span; that the dots are so far apart connecting them is not easily done; that the musical notes are so far apart their melody cannot be easily discerned.
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