The $321 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Five
Shark America Five
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 150
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle--Offer the Smallvillains Another Chance to Surrender
Today's Code is "Disturbing the Peace".
We are now well into the Public Salvation/Public Damnation zone of the second verse of the five verses of our timing code, the Battle Hymn of the Republic.
It was in this zone of the first verse that we saw the rather beautiful and poignant message from God saying Lady Bird Johnson had been saved.
By "this zone" I mean the "Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!" lines; and it is in this zone, in this verse or one of the three remaining verses, that we can expect to see the Public Damnation of George W. Bush.
So, we wait for the next code, someone's salvation, someone's damnation, a day or two or three away. and as in all such events of public seriousness the codes must be written by the Hand of God; which is penmanship distinctly different from my own..
So, that leaves us with a quiet news day.
I have been asked by my Old Pal God to publish again a story I wrote for you in the Spring of 2006, a story called, "The Disturbed Peace of Mr. Hu".
It's a nice story, maybe even a good story. a ghost story, a sea story, and within it a secret story about God's Space War against the United States of America which seems about ripen at this time, .
That I have been asked to re-publish this story points out an interesting (to me) common aspect of my work; that is that it is always way, way ahead of the news, so far ahead I got to Ground Zero three months before the planes.
As a current example of how I get ahead of the news, I was asking my two best friends, God and Mr. Robin, what they think I should do now that it seems I will be homeless, again, in about three weeks.
Mr. Robin suggested I fly south, which seemed to me to be good and considered advice from a guy who is going to do what he suggests I do.
My Old Pal God suggested I sit tight and play this hand I am holding, this Battle of Smallvile hand.
God says there are three more weeks of my good writin' about God's good fightim' before I have to leave this old house and move on; and anything can happen. Anything...anything...anything can happen.
By then, in those three weeks, my Old Pal God suggests, Coincidence might have become so thick that when I tip my hat the Statue of Liberty's head falls off.
Sooner or later, Dear Reader, the Statue of Liberty's head is going to fall off, but in three weeks? That's what I mean about my getting way ahead on the story.
In 1963 I said this Earth is dying, now in less than 55 years this Earth will be dead. I was 100 years ahead on the story.
Ahead on the story; ahead on the story; lapping the pack before it is hardly out of the blocks.
I approach this theme with you because The Disturbed Peace of Mr. Hu may have been written a little over a year too soon; but you know how it goes, you are a writer; the story is in you and it just has to come out.
So, with that preamble and explanation, here is my story I call The Disturbed Peace of Mr. Hu.
For some fifteen years I made my living serving as a designated driver for the communities of Morro Bay and Cayucos, California.
There was no taxi service, and there were very strict and not always fair enforcement of drunk driving and drunk in public laws, so I performed a valuable public service. I kept people from driving drunk, thereby keeping them out of jail, and over those fifteen years perhaps saving a life or two.
The Morro Bay police always liked me for running this service; but the San Luis Obispo County Sheriff's Department did not, and harassed me extensively; and finally, in the end, the Sheriff framed me on a false drunk driving charge and put me out of business.
My passengers to a large extent were commercial fishermen, hard drinking and hard working, so we got along just fine.I would often ask drag fishermen, those who worked on boats that dragged a net along the ocean bottom, if they had ever pulled up interesting things.
Some told me of bringing up large ancient Chinese pottery jugs, which had apparently been used as food or water containers on Chinese ships that visited the West Coast long before the first Spanish ships came.
It was one of these fishermen who told me the story of The Disturbed Peace of Mr. Hu.
He said he was fishing aboard a boat called the Eleanor Gay, out of Moss Landing, California, and they were working off the coast of Oregon.
One day their net brought up a coffin, not an ancient coffin but a new coffin of shiny polished metal, an event that sent a chill through the four-man crew.
The skipper of the Eleanor Gay radioed the Coast Guard about the coffin and was told to check to see if there was a seal on it, which would identify it as a legal burial at sea. The skipper checked and found there was. Then the Coast Guard told him to just drop the coffin overboard.
Now, the crew of the Eleanor Gay should have done that but after some discussion and hemming and hawing they broke the seal and opened the coffin; and there they saw the perfectly preserved, perfectly dry body of an elderly Chinese man.
Curiosity satisfied; an act of group impetuosity immediately regretted; a chill passed through all four men because they had all, after all, violated a grave.
Then, as if in eerie confirmation of the chilling feeling, a sudden rogue wave, not a monster but big enough, broke over the port rail of the Eleanor Gay and soaked the four fishermen and the corpse of the Chinese; then, omen upon omen, four curious gulls landed atop the pilot house, not uncommon but oddly foreboding under the weird circumstances, and looked down at the scene on the deck, the four men looking into a coffin, peeping toms in queer violation being caught in the act.
"Who do you think he is?", one asked all but no one is particular.
"Who? Who? I don't give a damn," said the skipper, "Let's close it up and put it over the side."
Suddenly they were all very nervous, and grave robber-pall bearers that they were they closed the coffin and carried it to the starboard rail and dropped it with a splash into the Pacific, and horrified but not knowing why they were so horrified, they watched the coffin turn over and sink upside down.
The Eleanor Gay was never the same again.Over the coming months one man fell overboard and nearly drowned; and then the skipper, high on cocaine, got wrapped up in the net as it was being wound up on the huge iron spool at the stern, and was crushed to death; and after a time the Eleanor Gay had such a bad reputation only desperate drunks and unknowing kids would sign on.
It got so no one even wanted their boats tied up along side the Eleanor Gay, thinking the curse might transfer from deck to deck, and in the Golden Bear bar where the fishermen drank she was talked about like she was a whore in a nunnery.
Finally the Eleanor Gay ran up on some rocks south of Big Sur and sank; and up north in Moss Landing there was sadness that the crew had been lost (but they should have known better than to go out on a cursed boat) and as for the Eleanor Gay, the general mood was good riddance.
Contact Virgil Kret at Icnews360@aol.com.
Legal Defense, Survival & Presidential Campaign Fund:
Virgil Kret
I.C. News
P.O. Box 43
Morro Bay, CA 93443
USA
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
His cry of misery will be heard around the world; then the chorus will sing "Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!"
George W. Bush is a perfect storm of stupidity, dishonesty and vanity.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
"In my strategy, the training for killing enemies is by way of many contests, fighting for survival, discovering the meaning of life and death, learning the Way of the sword, judging the strength of attacks and understanding the Way of the "edge and ridge" of the sword." Miyamoto Musashi, 17th Century.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
The world is George W. Bush's Iraq. The world is George W. Bush's New Orleans. The world cannot bear the fascist, insane stupidity of George W. Bush.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
The most important news story in the world today, and the most important political stance in America today is this:
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
Shark America Five
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 150
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle--Offer the Smallvillains Another Chance to Surrender
Today's Code is "Disturbing the Peace".
We are now well into the Public Salvation/Public Damnation zone of the second verse of the five verses of our timing code, the Battle Hymn of the Republic.
It was in this zone of the first verse that we saw the rather beautiful and poignant message from God saying Lady Bird Johnson had been saved.
By "this zone" I mean the "Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!" lines; and it is in this zone, in this verse or one of the three remaining verses, that we can expect to see the Public Damnation of George W. Bush.
So, we wait for the next code, someone's salvation, someone's damnation, a day or two or three away. and as in all such events of public seriousness the codes must be written by the Hand of God; which is penmanship distinctly different from my own..
So, that leaves us with a quiet news day.
I have been asked by my Old Pal God to publish again a story I wrote for you in the Spring of 2006, a story called, "The Disturbed Peace of Mr. Hu".
It's a nice story, maybe even a good story. a ghost story, a sea story, and within it a secret story about God's Space War against the United States of America which seems about ripen at this time, .
That I have been asked to re-publish this story points out an interesting (to me) common aspect of my work; that is that it is always way, way ahead of the news, so far ahead I got to Ground Zero three months before the planes.
As a current example of how I get ahead of the news, I was asking my two best friends, God and Mr. Robin, what they think I should do now that it seems I will be homeless, again, in about three weeks.
Mr. Robin suggested I fly south, which seemed to me to be good and considered advice from a guy who is going to do what he suggests I do.
My Old Pal God suggested I sit tight and play this hand I am holding, this Battle of Smallvile hand.
God says there are three more weeks of my good writin' about God's good fightim' before I have to leave this old house and move on; and anything can happen. Anything...anything...anything can happen.
By then, in those three weeks, my Old Pal God suggests, Coincidence might have become so thick that when I tip my hat the Statue of Liberty's head falls off.
Sooner or later, Dear Reader, the Statue of Liberty's head is going to fall off, but in three weeks? That's what I mean about my getting way ahead on the story.
In 1963 I said this Earth is dying, now in less than 55 years this Earth will be dead. I was 100 years ahead on the story.
Ahead on the story; ahead on the story; lapping the pack before it is hardly out of the blocks.
I approach this theme with you because The Disturbed Peace of Mr. Hu may have been written a little over a year too soon; but you know how it goes, you are a writer; the story is in you and it just has to come out.
So, with that preamble and explanation, here is my story I call The Disturbed Peace of Mr. Hu.
For some fifteen years I made my living serving as a designated driver for the communities of Morro Bay and Cayucos, California.
There was no taxi service, and there were very strict and not always fair enforcement of drunk driving and drunk in public laws, so I performed a valuable public service. I kept people from driving drunk, thereby keeping them out of jail, and over those fifteen years perhaps saving a life or two.
The Morro Bay police always liked me for running this service; but the San Luis Obispo County Sheriff's Department did not, and harassed me extensively; and finally, in the end, the Sheriff framed me on a false drunk driving charge and put me out of business.
My passengers to a large extent were commercial fishermen, hard drinking and hard working, so we got along just fine.I would often ask drag fishermen, those who worked on boats that dragged a net along the ocean bottom, if they had ever pulled up interesting things.
Some told me of bringing up large ancient Chinese pottery jugs, which had apparently been used as food or water containers on Chinese ships that visited the West Coast long before the first Spanish ships came.
It was one of these fishermen who told me the story of The Disturbed Peace of Mr. Hu.
He said he was fishing aboard a boat called the Eleanor Gay, out of Moss Landing, California, and they were working off the coast of Oregon.
One day their net brought up a coffin, not an ancient coffin but a new coffin of shiny polished metal, an event that sent a chill through the four-man crew.
The skipper of the Eleanor Gay radioed the Coast Guard about the coffin and was told to check to see if there was a seal on it, which would identify it as a legal burial at sea. The skipper checked and found there was. Then the Coast Guard told him to just drop the coffin overboard.
Now, the crew of the Eleanor Gay should have done that but after some discussion and hemming and hawing they broke the seal and opened the coffin; and there they saw the perfectly preserved, perfectly dry body of an elderly Chinese man.
Curiosity satisfied; an act of group impetuosity immediately regretted; a chill passed through all four men because they had all, after all, violated a grave.
Then, as if in eerie confirmation of the chilling feeling, a sudden rogue wave, not a monster but big enough, broke over the port rail of the Eleanor Gay and soaked the four fishermen and the corpse of the Chinese; then, omen upon omen, four curious gulls landed atop the pilot house, not uncommon but oddly foreboding under the weird circumstances, and looked down at the scene on the deck, the four men looking into a coffin, peeping toms in queer violation being caught in the act.
"Who do you think he is?", one asked all but no one is particular.
"Who? Who? I don't give a damn," said the skipper, "Let's close it up and put it over the side."
Suddenly they were all very nervous, and grave robber-pall bearers that they were they closed the coffin and carried it to the starboard rail and dropped it with a splash into the Pacific, and horrified but not knowing why they were so horrified, they watched the coffin turn over and sink upside down.
The Eleanor Gay was never the same again.Over the coming months one man fell overboard and nearly drowned; and then the skipper, high on cocaine, got wrapped up in the net as it was being wound up on the huge iron spool at the stern, and was crushed to death; and after a time the Eleanor Gay had such a bad reputation only desperate drunks and unknowing kids would sign on.
It got so no one even wanted their boats tied up along side the Eleanor Gay, thinking the curse might transfer from deck to deck, and in the Golden Bear bar where the fishermen drank she was talked about like she was a whore in a nunnery.
Finally the Eleanor Gay ran up on some rocks south of Big Sur and sank; and up north in Moss Landing there was sadness that the crew had been lost (but they should have known better than to go out on a cursed boat) and as for the Eleanor Gay, the general mood was good riddance.
Contact Virgil Kret at Icnews360@aol.com.
Legal Defense, Survival & Presidential Campaign Fund:
Virgil Kret
I.C. News
P.O. Box 43
Morro Bay, CA 93443
USA
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
His cry of misery will be heard around the world; then the chorus will sing "Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!"
George W. Bush is a perfect storm of stupidity, dishonesty and vanity.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
"In my strategy, the training for killing enemies is by way of many contests, fighting for survival, discovering the meaning of life and death, learning the Way of the sword, judging the strength of attacks and understanding the Way of the "edge and ridge" of the sword." Miyamoto Musashi, 17th Century.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
The world is George W. Bush's Iraq. The world is George W. Bush's New Orleans. The world cannot bear the fascist, insane stupidity of George W. Bush.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
The most important news story in the world today, and the most important political stance in America today is this:
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
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