The $403 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Two
Shark America Eight (Adjusted)
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 170
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle--Seek the Big Story
Today's Code is "He is sifting out the hearts of men..."
Let us talk about what we are talking about; let us talk about the death of this Earth by 2065 and God's response to that profound tragedy.
By 2020 everyone will know I am telling you the truth today; but this truth will ring hollow, like mockery from the past, when humankind is feeling an empty ache in its stomach where its future should have been.
Look at it this way, any child you see who is in the second grade now, planning for Halloween and dreaming of Christmas, will know by the time he or she is 20 that he or she hasn't a chance of a Telepath in America of living a full life.
Too late, too late, it will be too late; and the human race will be becoming restless with the knowledge; bitterness will be bubbling, despair will be triumphant, hope will be dashed, and war and war and war will be everywhere.
This Earth will not be the happy planet you see today, when naught but Americans and brigands kill other people's children; murder will become the Olympics of humankind.
This future is not written in stone; it is written in the heart of the human being; as stony a stone there is, in my experience; hardened, like Pharaoh's heart before God's truth coming down the Pike, truth spelled out in signs pointed out by America's telepathic Moses-slave.
Yesterday I went to a fast food restaurant, and no one struck me; yesterday I went to a supermarket, and no one struck me. That has happened before, but it is rare for Americans not to strike me since God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy over 30 years ago.
The question is, have these people reached a point of understanding; or are they just following the orchestrations of their masters in Washington Deceit and the Halls of Big Money?
I have seen this before; puppets on a string unable to stand on their own, they do to me what they are told to do and feel very clever about it, and when their masters say briefly hold back from the torture they briefly hold back like synchronized schemers, nightmare creators, murderers of my children, murderers for the fun of murder.
Damn hard day, Judgment Day; damn hard day for Americans.
I am killing time today while Time is killing you, bouncing words around like a basketball player a basketball setting up the shot.
I have heard I have won a Pulitzer.
I will believe it when I see it on both CNN and Fox; until then I will continue to think I am singing for the deaf and dancing for the blind.
I will believe it when I can have a home in America, not allowed me by the American people since 1972...1972...1972.
What year is this? 2007. Since 1972 the American people have not allowed me to have a home....oh? what?...because I think to loud? That is why? No wonder these Americans are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorrow.
By 2020 everyone will know this Earth will be dead by 2065. What will the world be like then? Will people be amused by the pompous stupidity of George W. Bush? Will they watch old video clips of him like we watch Charlie Chaplin scenes, marveling at the comic genius; or will they say, hey, this faux-man's stupidity killed the children of our children?
Thanks to that silly ass, tomorrow's tomorrow will never come.
Will they hang that Teddy Bear fascist from a lamp post; and if he is dead will they dig up his body and hang it from a lamp post? They won't like him, like you do. They won't kiss his faux-presidential ass, like you do. He murdered the future, Dear Reader, he murdered the future; and for the little time there is left he will be known as the vermin of humankind, Satan's Clown, George W. Bush.
Dead, a dead Earth. Doomed, a doomed human race.
Killing time today while Time is killing you.
(Pardon me, Boy, is that the God's Space War pooh-pooh. Yea, yea, it's the end of the line.)
I look at my bank account, calculating when miserable homelessness becomes sleeping on miserable concrete homelessness, and in the dull recesses of my homeless mind I remember I am a journalist who once danced through the shrapnel, who once kissed beautiful women, not the old turkey-necked homeless man I see in the mirror today.
Hmmmmmm. I look around for a news story just right for me. We raggedy assed old reporters die with our boots on. There is a pile of unreported news stories the "news media" won't cover because the paycheck signers don't want them covered...but no, no day old bread for my last story.
At the top of my report each day I have access to the Internet I make note of two news stories I expect to take place in the future, a disastrous earthquake on December 26, 2007, and the appearance of God in the Peru-Chile region of South America, date unknown.
I have been accurately anticipating earthquakes since 1972, but though I am skilled at knowing the day I am unskilled at knowing the location; a flaw, yes, but i never said I am perfect.
The point here being if I knew the location of the expected December 26 quake I would go there, settle in, and be there to report that news; but I can only anticipate the date, like I anticipated the date of the big twin quakes on December 26, 2006, and major quakes on the same day three years in a row (an accomplishment which the "news media" blacks out).
No, the major earthquake of December 26, 2007 is not a suitable bowing out news story for me; even though the December 26 earthquake pattern, now four years in a row, signals the death of this Earth on or about some December 26 roughly some 55 years, two months and fourteen hours from the moment today's report is posted.
But the appearance of God in the Peru-Chile area of South America... that is a fitting final news story for a raggedy assed old newsman.
I know the location but not the date (just the opposite of the earthquake story), and summer is coming to South America, and we millions of homeless American citizens love summer because it turns the agony of homelessness to simple pain; so I think I will go to South America to cover that story.
I haven't been out of the United States of America since 1969. It will be nice to breathe free air again. Slavery sucks.
Unless bigger news breaks, next time (hopefully tomorrow) I will review the early days of America's enslavement of me, with mention of some song lyrics I wrote when America was extracting my birthrights.
"I want to be a real boy; I want to be a real boy; and do all the things real boys do."
Contact Virgil Kret at Icnews360.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.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
This is how America became pregnant with her fascist baby, by falling asleep after the initial rape in 2000 and telling herself the rape had not taken place; and that gave license to the rapist to rape her again and again and again until she was raped silly, barefoot in a world of broken glass, and pregnant with Six-Six-Six.
As my Old Pal God said some 13 months before the 9/11 attack:
"George W. Bush will destroy the world."
Shark America Eight (Adjusted)
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 170
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2007
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle--Seek the Big Story
Today's Code is "He is sifting out the hearts of men..."
Let us talk about what we are talking about; let us talk about the death of this Earth by 2065 and God's response to that profound tragedy.
By 2020 everyone will know I am telling you the truth today; but this truth will ring hollow, like mockery from the past, when humankind is feeling an empty ache in its stomach where its future should have been.
Look at it this way, any child you see who is in the second grade now, planning for Halloween and dreaming of Christmas, will know by the time he or she is 20 that he or she hasn't a chance of a Telepath in America of living a full life.
Too late, too late, it will be too late; and the human race will be becoming restless with the knowledge; bitterness will be bubbling, despair will be triumphant, hope will be dashed, and war and war and war will be everywhere.
This Earth will not be the happy planet you see today, when naught but Americans and brigands kill other people's children; murder will become the Olympics of humankind.
This future is not written in stone; it is written in the heart of the human being; as stony a stone there is, in my experience; hardened, like Pharaoh's heart before God's truth coming down the Pike, truth spelled out in signs pointed out by America's telepathic Moses-slave.
Yesterday I went to a fast food restaurant, and no one struck me; yesterday I went to a supermarket, and no one struck me. That has happened before, but it is rare for Americans not to strike me since God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy over 30 years ago.
The question is, have these people reached a point of understanding; or are they just following the orchestrations of their masters in Washington Deceit and the Halls of Big Money?
I have seen this before; puppets on a string unable to stand on their own, they do to me what they are told to do and feel very clever about it, and when their masters say briefly hold back from the torture they briefly hold back like synchronized schemers, nightmare creators, murderers of my children, murderers for the fun of murder.
Damn hard day, Judgment Day; damn hard day for Americans.
I am killing time today while Time is killing you, bouncing words around like a basketball player a basketball setting up the shot.
I have heard I have won a Pulitzer.
I will believe it when I see it on both CNN and Fox; until then I will continue to think I am singing for the deaf and dancing for the blind.
I will believe it when I can have a home in America, not allowed me by the American people since 1972...1972...1972.
What year is this? 2007. Since 1972 the American people have not allowed me to have a home....oh? what?...because I think to loud? That is why? No wonder these Americans are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorrow.
By 2020 everyone will know this Earth will be dead by 2065. What will the world be like then? Will people be amused by the pompous stupidity of George W. Bush? Will they watch old video clips of him like we watch Charlie Chaplin scenes, marveling at the comic genius; or will they say, hey, this faux-man's stupidity killed the children of our children?
Thanks to that silly ass, tomorrow's tomorrow will never come.
Will they hang that Teddy Bear fascist from a lamp post; and if he is dead will they dig up his body and hang it from a lamp post? They won't like him, like you do. They won't kiss his faux-presidential ass, like you do. He murdered the future, Dear Reader, he murdered the future; and for the little time there is left he will be known as the vermin of humankind, Satan's Clown, George W. Bush.
Dead, a dead Earth. Doomed, a doomed human race.
Killing time today while Time is killing you.
(Pardon me, Boy, is that the God's Space War pooh-pooh. Yea, yea, it's the end of the line.)
I look at my bank account, calculating when miserable homelessness becomes sleeping on miserable concrete homelessness, and in the dull recesses of my homeless mind I remember I am a journalist who once danced through the shrapnel, who once kissed beautiful women, not the old turkey-necked homeless man I see in the mirror today.
Hmmmmmm. I look around for a news story just right for me. We raggedy assed old reporters die with our boots on. There is a pile of unreported news stories the "news media" won't cover because the paycheck signers don't want them covered...but no, no day old bread for my last story.
At the top of my report each day I have access to the Internet I make note of two news stories I expect to take place in the future, a disastrous earthquake on December 26, 2007, and the appearance of God in the Peru-Chile region of South America, date unknown.
I have been accurately anticipating earthquakes since 1972, but though I am skilled at knowing the day I am unskilled at knowing the location; a flaw, yes, but i never said I am perfect.
The point here being if I knew the location of the expected December 26 quake I would go there, settle in, and be there to report that news; but I can only anticipate the date, like I anticipated the date of the big twin quakes on December 26, 2006, and major quakes on the same day three years in a row (an accomplishment which the "news media" blacks out).
No, the major earthquake of December 26, 2007 is not a suitable bowing out news story for me; even though the December 26 earthquake pattern, now four years in a row, signals the death of this Earth on or about some December 26 roughly some 55 years, two months and fourteen hours from the moment today's report is posted.
But the appearance of God in the Peru-Chile area of South America... that is a fitting final news story for a raggedy assed old newsman.
I know the location but not the date (just the opposite of the earthquake story), and summer is coming to South America, and we millions of homeless American citizens love summer because it turns the agony of homelessness to simple pain; so I think I will go to South America to cover that story.
I haven't been out of the United States of America since 1969. It will be nice to breathe free air again. Slavery sucks.
Unless bigger news breaks, next time (hopefully tomorrow) I will review the early days of America's enslavement of me, with mention of some song lyrics I wrote when America was extracting my birthrights.
"I want to be a real boy; I want to be a real boy; and do all the things real boys do."
Contact Virgil Kret at Icnews360.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.
George W. Bush will destroy the world.
This is how America became pregnant with her fascist baby, by falling asleep after the initial rape in 2000 and telling herself the rape had not taken place; and that gave license to the rapist to rape her again and again and again until she was raped silly, barefoot in a world of broken glass, and pregnant with Six-Six-Six.
As my Old Pal God said some 13 months before the 9/11 attack:
"George W. Bush will destroy the world."
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