The $252 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Three
Shark America Seven
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 139
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle (Part 9--The Memorial Day Pause Is Over)
You may have noticed that yesterday I put a question mark at the end of "The Memorial Day Pause"; this was because I could feel the psycho-fascist cowards who torment me trying to collect enough balls to attack me in my sleep, and I didn't know if we could get through Memorial Day before they did.
As it turned out, the attack did not come until about 3:15 in the morning, three hours and fifteen minutes after Memorial Day had passed through Smallville on its way to the International Dateline, where it disappeared into history.
Of course it was a cowardly attack, striking me with the favorite psycho-fascist American torture, the Cowards' Cough, while I was sleeping; but these are Americans psycho-fascists and courage cannot be expected of them.
You would be surprised at how easy it is to read the minds of cowardly psycho-fascist Americans. It is like watching earthworms in a can squirming around in what little dirt there is.
I can smell the souls of these two cowardly American "men" like you can smell oil spilled on a hot engine; and within that ability to smell their cowardly little motivations is my ability to send them to Hell before they are scheduled to go. Jesus gave his disciples that power; and if you don't know I am a true and solid disciple of Jesus Christ you are living in Christian Fairyland.
Today I put a note on my computer's automatic reminder, setting the date by which I expect to have splattered one of these cowardly Americans into next Tuesday; and the note will pop up on the chosen day and ask me, "Splattered?"
We shall see what we shall see.
I cannot tell you the chosen date because the mommy-wives of these two cowards read my words about them to them, and that would spoil the surprise.
Turning to the macro front, turning to the onrushing death of this Earth in less than 50 years; it seems we might have seen a speck of light, a speck of awareness, a speck of decency in the American heart on Memorial Day, an impulse of journalism to end its blacklisting of me and blacking out of my story, a formation of allies on the other side of the hill, a refusal within the hearts of the non-psycho-fascist American people to allow this torture-enslavement to go on.
We shall see what we shall see.
It makes me wonder back here in Smallville, what would these two cowardly American "men" at 316 Second Street and 302 Third Street do if the odds suddenly changed from two hundred million to one to just two to one; two cowardly young semi-men to one brave old full-man...or worse...or worse...or worse, if those Americans who love me were to let it be known they loathe these two sadistic cowards to the point of tit for tat response--torturers of Virgil, now we torture you.
Two bits says liquid brown smelly stuff would be running down their legs.
Shark America Seven
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 139
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle (Part 9--The Memorial Day Pause Is Over)
You may have noticed that yesterday I put a question mark at the end of "The Memorial Day Pause"; this was because I could feel the psycho-fascist cowards who torment me trying to collect enough balls to attack me in my sleep, and I didn't know if we could get through Memorial Day before they did.
As it turned out, the attack did not come until about 3:15 in the morning, three hours and fifteen minutes after Memorial Day had passed through Smallville on its way to the International Dateline, where it disappeared into history.
Of course it was a cowardly attack, striking me with the favorite psycho-fascist American torture, the Cowards' Cough, while I was sleeping; but these are Americans psycho-fascists and courage cannot be expected of them.
You would be surprised at how easy it is to read the minds of cowardly psycho-fascist Americans. It is like watching earthworms in a can squirming around in what little dirt there is.
I can smell the souls of these two cowardly American "men" like you can smell oil spilled on a hot engine; and within that ability to smell their cowardly little motivations is my ability to send them to Hell before they are scheduled to go. Jesus gave his disciples that power; and if you don't know I am a true and solid disciple of Jesus Christ you are living in Christian Fairyland.
Today I put a note on my computer's automatic reminder, setting the date by which I expect to have splattered one of these cowardly Americans into next Tuesday; and the note will pop up on the chosen day and ask me, "Splattered?"
We shall see what we shall see.
I cannot tell you the chosen date because the mommy-wives of these two cowards read my words about them to them, and that would spoil the surprise.
Turning to the macro front, turning to the onrushing death of this Earth in less than 50 years; it seems we might have seen a speck of light, a speck of awareness, a speck of decency in the American heart on Memorial Day, an impulse of journalism to end its blacklisting of me and blacking out of my story, a formation of allies on the other side of the hill, a refusal within the hearts of the non-psycho-fascist American people to allow this torture-enslavement to go on.
We shall see what we shall see.
It makes me wonder back here in Smallville, what would these two cowardly American "men" at 316 Second Street and 302 Third Street do if the odds suddenly changed from two hundred million to one to just two to one; two cowardly young semi-men to one brave old full-man...or worse...or worse...or worse, if those Americans who love me were to let it be known they loathe these two sadistic cowards to the point of tit for tat response--torturers of Virgil, now we torture you.
Two bits says liquid brown smelly stuff would be running down their legs.
posted by Virgil Kret at 7:00 PM
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