The $275 Billion Defeat (2)
Jews Jaws One
Shark America Nine
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 270
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle--Warn the Bastards
Today's Code is "Denver".
Contact Virgil Kret at Icnews360@aol.com
Legal Defense & Campaign Fund: Virgil Kret, I.C. News, P.O. Box 43, Morro Bay, CA 93443
Because the target of the sword called God is becoming so clear, and because a child or children seem to be in the bull's eye of the target, it now becomes my moral obligation to warn.
I am obliged to warn even though I have warned of perhaps a dozen airline crashes to no avail, and even though the psycho-fascist FBI considers my warnings about crashes to be akin to shouting "Fire!" is a crowded theater.
I don't know the full story about this coming tragedy yet, but the ball is in my hands and I will run with it.
The target or targets was named in the code, "Who rides so late...", which I ran Tuesday and Wednesday.
When I.C. News gets these telepathically received codes, which usually come in strings, it watches for them to play out in the news or in other ways.
"Who rides so late..." played out when a computer glitch shut down all United Airlines flights for two hours; therefore it was United Airlines "who rides so late".
(Of course at I.C. News we know the computer glitch was an Act of God, but that's another story .)
'Who rides so late..." is a classic God's Space War code because it describes a future event without revealing the event, such as the recent Japanese language code "Takusan Amerikajin Shindayo", (Many Americans are dead!), anticipated the deaths of the nine firefighters in Charleston, South Carolina.
To understand that code you needed to understand Japanese, or at least have someone translate it for you.
To understand the code, "Who rides so late..." you need to know the poem in German literature the line comes from; here in translation, of course.
"Who rides so late..." is the opening line of "The Earl King" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832) and tells the story of a man riding his horse fast through a dark and windy night, holding his child tight in his arms. The child is ill and the father is rushing him to a doctor; but when he arrives the child is dead.
So, when we see that United Airlines is the one who rides so late, we can assume a United plane is the horse or the rider, and aboard the plane is the child or children who will die if the poem plays out.
I am sorry these codes are so obscure, but codes are meant to be obscure, and for very good reasons.
If The Earl King did not end with "The child was dead", but rather ended with, say, "The warmonger was dead". I would treat the code differently, and buttress it with other codes, and when the headlines said, "Warmonger Dead!" I would say, "I told you so, Stupid", and explain the codes.
However, because God has told me at least one child will on board the target I must act. If you don't understand why just call it The Space Sailors' Law of the Sea.
(Later, in less than 60 years, when this world is approaching death, you will see we Space Sailors saving children first and warmongers last.)
I have not yet received what I would consider life-saving codes on this approaching tragedy, and might not at all. It is easy to identify the target in a plan to assassinate a famous person because there is only one such person, but how many United Airlines flights are there?
I have only one other code, "Denver", and at the time of my filing this report that is all I have. If I had more I would give it. I am never coy with you.
If I were a free man and had established a reputation for this work, and if I had this code pattern, and if I knew it is the Space Sailors' Law of the Sea to save children, which I do, how would I proceed?
I would say as broadly as I could that for the period of this danger zone I would not transport my child or any children, especially gravely ill children, on United Airlines.
Goat or hero, that's the way it is in this business. United Airlines might hate me, some parents might love me; and God..and God..and God digs what I do.
Let me tell you about an event that fits this situation very well.
Back in the days before I knew America's evil toward me was a seemingly bottomless pit, I thought of ways that I might use my telepathy for the benefit of people, and if I did that surely America would free me and let me be the entrepreneur I am. Oh sure, and there are lemonade springs on the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
So, I began tracking airline crashes and assassination plans, and I became so good at this that I tracked three strong presidential assassination attempts and one weak one; and I again and again told the psycho-fascist citizens of San Francisco that a plane was going to crash on such and such a day, and invariable, every God-damned time, I was right.
But, and this is the Big Butt that stinks to High Heaven, the psycho-fascist citizens of San Francisco so loved torturing me that while some might applaud my success as I walked down a street, and all would stop torturing me for about 24 hours, all those deaths...all those deaths...all those deaths were not as important to them as the joy of torturing a telepathic human being.
Did they tell the rest of the country of my capability? I think not.
This is the story that fits with my current dilemma. One time I heard about a man who planned to crash a commercial plane as a form of suicide. Sound familiar? This was in about 1978, but don't hold me to the year.
At great risk to my personal freedom, dressed in rags and living on Skid Row (where the psycho-fascist citizens of San Francisco liked to see me living) I went to the office of Pan American Airlines and told the manager about this planned suicide-by-commercial-jet, even telling him the date I expected it to happen, December 25, Christmas.
Sure enough, on Christmas day a man named Homolov attempted to crash an Air India plane into Rome.
I called the guy at Pan Am, and the first thing he said was, "Was that what you were talking about?"
"Yes", I said, thinking I might have found the rarest thing on this Earth, a thinking American, but he said...but he said...(get this)...but he said, "Let me know when it concerns a Pan Am plane".
Sweet Jesus! You people are as stupid as you are psycho-fascist.
Shark America Nine
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 270
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle--Warn the Bastards
Today's Code is "Denver".
Contact Virgil Kret at Icnews360@aol.com
Legal Defense & Campaign Fund: Virgil Kret, I.C. News, P.O. Box 43, Morro Bay, CA 93443
Because the target of the sword called God is becoming so clear, and because a child or children seem to be in the bull's eye of the target, it now becomes my moral obligation to warn.
I am obliged to warn even though I have warned of perhaps a dozen airline crashes to no avail, and even though the psycho-fascist FBI considers my warnings about crashes to be akin to shouting "Fire!" is a crowded theater.
I don't know the full story about this coming tragedy yet, but the ball is in my hands and I will run with it.
The target or targets was named in the code, "Who rides so late...", which I ran Tuesday and Wednesday.
When I.C. News gets these telepathically received codes, which usually come in strings, it watches for them to play out in the news or in other ways.
"Who rides so late..." played out when a computer glitch shut down all United Airlines flights for two hours; therefore it was United Airlines "who rides so late".
(Of course at I.C. News we know the computer glitch was an Act of God, but that's another story .)
'Who rides so late..." is a classic God's Space War code because it describes a future event without revealing the event, such as the recent Japanese language code "Takusan Amerikajin Shindayo", (Many Americans are dead!), anticipated the deaths of the nine firefighters in Charleston, South Carolina.
To understand that code you needed to understand Japanese, or at least have someone translate it for you.
To understand the code, "Who rides so late..." you need to know the poem in German literature the line comes from; here in translation, of course.
"Who rides so late..." is the opening line of "The Earl King" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832) and tells the story of a man riding his horse fast through a dark and windy night, holding his child tight in his arms. The child is ill and the father is rushing him to a doctor; but when he arrives the child is dead.
So, when we see that United Airlines is the one who rides so late, we can assume a United plane is the horse or the rider, and aboard the plane is the child or children who will die if the poem plays out.
I am sorry these codes are so obscure, but codes are meant to be obscure, and for very good reasons.
If The Earl King did not end with "The child was dead", but rather ended with, say, "The warmonger was dead". I would treat the code differently, and buttress it with other codes, and when the headlines said, "Warmonger Dead!" I would say, "I told you so, Stupid", and explain the codes.
However, because God has told me at least one child will on board the target I must act. If you don't understand why just call it The Space Sailors' Law of the Sea.
(Later, in less than 60 years, when this world is approaching death, you will see we Space Sailors saving children first and warmongers last.)
I have not yet received what I would consider life-saving codes on this approaching tragedy, and might not at all. It is easy to identify the target in a plan to assassinate a famous person because there is only one such person, but how many United Airlines flights are there?
I have only one other code, "Denver", and at the time of my filing this report that is all I have. If I had more I would give it. I am never coy with you.
If I were a free man and had established a reputation for this work, and if I had this code pattern, and if I knew it is the Space Sailors' Law of the Sea to save children, which I do, how would I proceed?
I would say as broadly as I could that for the period of this danger zone I would not transport my child or any children, especially gravely ill children, on United Airlines.
Goat or hero, that's the way it is in this business. United Airlines might hate me, some parents might love me; and God..and God..and God digs what I do.
Let me tell you about an event that fits this situation very well.
Back in the days before I knew America's evil toward me was a seemingly bottomless pit, I thought of ways that I might use my telepathy for the benefit of people, and if I did that surely America would free me and let me be the entrepreneur I am. Oh sure, and there are lemonade springs on the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
So, I began tracking airline crashes and assassination plans, and I became so good at this that I tracked three strong presidential assassination attempts and one weak one; and I again and again told the psycho-fascist citizens of San Francisco that a plane was going to crash on such and such a day, and invariable, every God-damned time, I was right.
But, and this is the Big Butt that stinks to High Heaven, the psycho-fascist citizens of San Francisco so loved torturing me that while some might applaud my success as I walked down a street, and all would stop torturing me for about 24 hours, all those deaths...all those deaths...all those deaths were not as important to them as the joy of torturing a telepathic human being.
Did they tell the rest of the country of my capability? I think not.
This is the story that fits with my current dilemma. One time I heard about a man who planned to crash a commercial plane as a form of suicide. Sound familiar? This was in about 1978, but don't hold me to the year.
At great risk to my personal freedom, dressed in rags and living on Skid Row (where the psycho-fascist citizens of San Francisco liked to see me living) I went to the office of Pan American Airlines and told the manager about this planned suicide-by-commercial-jet, even telling him the date I expected it to happen, December 25, Christmas.
Sure enough, on Christmas day a man named Homolov attempted to crash an Air India plane into Rome.
I called the guy at Pan Am, and the first thing he said was, "Was that what you were talking about?"
"Yes", I said, thinking I might have found the rarest thing on this Earth, a thinking American, but he said...but he said...(get this)...but he said, "Let me know when it concerns a Pan Am plane".
Sweet Jesus! You people are as stupid as you are psycho-fascist.
posted by Virgil Kret at 8:17 PM
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