The $362 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Three
Shark America Seven
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 190
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle--Tell Them They Are About to be Atom Bombed
Today's Code is "Mr. Hu".
Sometimes my Old Pal God asks me to tell you something, and of course I do, and like any journalist of quality I identify the horse out of the mouth of which the story comes; that is, I identify my source.
This drives those who hate and enslave me crazy because even though they torture me and torture me and torture me for saying God is my source to this story, The Obituary of the World, I keep saying God is my source.
You see, to guys like me, true soldiers of God, the battle is the reward, the battle is Valhalla. It was Jesus' honor to be crucified. It is my honor to be a captive of Satan, to be a captive of the United States of America. It is my honor to be in the belly of the beast and rip that belly open.
There are in America, what, ten thousand preachers, a hundred thousand preachers, three hundred trillion billion preachers, and all tell you how to get to Heaven and quote the Bible stem to stern; but all tell you to commit two terrible sins; they tell you to bear false witness against me; they all tell you to participate in the murder of me and of my progeny.
In doing that, Dear Reader, they divorce themselves from Jesus.
One night some six or more months ago one of those cultists on Fox News who think they are journalists said he is a Christian but he believes in vengeance. That is impossible. There is no such thing as a vengeful Christian. That violates the most fundamental, planet-saving tenant of Christianity, "Vengeance is the Lord's"
"Some things are self-evident", the American Revolution stood on those words, but your politicians and your media weasels and your preachers and your priests and your shrinks tell you to turn your back on the self-evident truth that America is torturing and enslaving the only audible mental telepath in human history.
Dig it, the only one, coming along at this time when even a fool like Al Gore and that gaggle of pussies in Hollywood can see global warming is a hot political subject; the only audibly telepathic human being in history coming along at this time and saying this Earth will be dead by 2065; and you torture and enslave him. No wonder this Earth is dying.
Bear with me, I am getting to my point about today's code, "Mr. Hu".
As far as I know, today I will go into another period of being unable to talk to you because I will not have an Internet connection. This may not happen. I will not know until about 9 a.m. when I make a particular telephone call. If the answer is yes, I go off line; if the answer is no, I stay on line for up to another week.
Now let's approach Mr. Hu.
If you follow God's Space War against the United States of America and other nations involved in the killing of this Earth, and in the killing of human beings, you will find it has a certain rhythm, and this rhythm is a long rhythm, and you cannot detect it unless you compress Time; I mean mentally, not actually.
The best example of this elongation and compression of Time I know is the opening notes of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, probably the most universally known notes in the world. If my friend Piano Sandy Sue were to play those notes for you 24 hours apart, first note on Monday, second note on Tuesday, and so on, would you recognize those notes for what they were?
Further, if those notes were played within the constant cacophony of music and sound and noise of your daily life, would you still recognize them?
Following God's rhythm of war is something like this; reading the writing on the wall of the news is something like this.
So, now I come to today's code, Mr. Hu.
you may recall that when I was forced off line in August, in my last report, my report of August 6, I told you the story called "The Disturbed Peace of Mr. Hu", and I told you God had asked me to tell you that story on that day.
Today, September 7, almost exactly one month later, as I may or may not be forced off line for a time again, I am going to republish that story, and when I do I want you to pay attention to the name of the fishing boat in the story, the Eleanor Gay, and remember that the plane that carried the A-bomb to Hiroshima was named Elnora Gay; and I want you to appreciate that at this moment in Time America's idiot faux-presidentm, George W. Bush, is in Australia at the APEC conference, and one of the people attending the conference is President Hu Jintao of China.
Hu Jintao is our Mr. Hu.
That story, "The Disturbed Peace of Mr. Hu", published some four weeks ago, concerned the events taking place in Australia at this time. That story was an example of Time Travel.
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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.
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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.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
Shark America Seven
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 190
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle--Tell Them They Are About to be Atom Bombed
Today's Code is "Mr. Hu".
Sometimes my Old Pal God asks me to tell you something, and of course I do, and like any journalist of quality I identify the horse out of the mouth of which the story comes; that is, I identify my source.
This drives those who hate and enslave me crazy because even though they torture me and torture me and torture me for saying God is my source to this story, The Obituary of the World, I keep saying God is my source.
You see, to guys like me, true soldiers of God, the battle is the reward, the battle is Valhalla. It was Jesus' honor to be crucified. It is my honor to be a captive of Satan, to be a captive of the United States of America. It is my honor to be in the belly of the beast and rip that belly open.
There are in America, what, ten thousand preachers, a hundred thousand preachers, three hundred trillion billion preachers, and all tell you how to get to Heaven and quote the Bible stem to stern; but all tell you to commit two terrible sins; they tell you to bear false witness against me; they all tell you to participate in the murder of me and of my progeny.
In doing that, Dear Reader, they divorce themselves from Jesus.
One night some six or more months ago one of those cultists on Fox News who think they are journalists said he is a Christian but he believes in vengeance. That is impossible. There is no such thing as a vengeful Christian. That violates the most fundamental, planet-saving tenant of Christianity, "Vengeance is the Lord's"
"Some things are self-evident", the American Revolution stood on those words, but your politicians and your media weasels and your preachers and your priests and your shrinks tell you to turn your back on the self-evident truth that America is torturing and enslaving the only audible mental telepath in human history.
Dig it, the only one, coming along at this time when even a fool like Al Gore and that gaggle of pussies in Hollywood can see global warming is a hot political subject; the only audibly telepathic human being in history coming along at this time and saying this Earth will be dead by 2065; and you torture and enslave him. No wonder this Earth is dying.
Bear with me, I am getting to my point about today's code, "Mr. Hu".
As far as I know, today I will go into another period of being unable to talk to you because I will not have an Internet connection. This may not happen. I will not know until about 9 a.m. when I make a particular telephone call. If the answer is yes, I go off line; if the answer is no, I stay on line for up to another week.
Now let's approach Mr. Hu.
If you follow God's Space War against the United States of America and other nations involved in the killing of this Earth, and in the killing of human beings, you will find it has a certain rhythm, and this rhythm is a long rhythm, and you cannot detect it unless you compress Time; I mean mentally, not actually.
The best example of this elongation and compression of Time I know is the opening notes of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, probably the most universally known notes in the world. If my friend Piano Sandy Sue were to play those notes for you 24 hours apart, first note on Monday, second note on Tuesday, and so on, would you recognize those notes for what they were?
Further, if those notes were played within the constant cacophony of music and sound and noise of your daily life, would you still recognize them?
Following God's rhythm of war is something like this; reading the writing on the wall of the news is something like this.
So, now I come to today's code, Mr. Hu.
you may recall that when I was forced off line in August, in my last report, my report of August 6, I told you the story called "The Disturbed Peace of Mr. Hu", and I told you God had asked me to tell you that story on that day.
Today, September 7, almost exactly one month later, as I may or may not be forced off line for a time again, I am going to republish that story, and when I do I want you to pay attention to the name of the fishing boat in the story, the Eleanor Gay, and remember that the plane that carried the A-bomb to Hiroshima was named Elnora Gay; and I want you to appreciate that at this moment in Time America's idiot faux-presidentm, George W. Bush, is in Australia at the APEC conference, and one of the people attending the conference is President Hu Jintao of China.
Hu Jintao is our Mr. Hu.
That story, "The Disturbed Peace of Mr. Hu", published some four weeks ago, concerned the events taking place in Australia at this time. That story was an example of Time Travel.
-0-
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.
-0-
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.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
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