The $486 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Eight Up
Shark America Two Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 163
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008
George W. Bush Will Destroy the World
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: America, Queer, or Straight?
Today's code is "Eighth Day, Last Year".
Funny, isn't it, here we are in the "Tiger Rag" maneuver and TV golf broadcaster Kelly Tilghman says on the air that young golfers should "lynch Tiger Woods in a back alley."
Just a "tiger" coincidence, of course, but coincidence is the rockets' red glare of God's Space War.
But on with our story of the double defeat of the United States of America; one defeat in America's war on Truth, the other defeat in America's war on Islam.
One of the great lessons to be found in the life of Jesus is that when God gives someone a crappy job to do, God has good reason, and that crappy job is not punishment.
Back when I was a young and happy guy dancing through shrapnel kissing beautiful lips God gave me a crappy job to do, that being to write the Obituary of the World. This work you read today is part of that crappy job, and a labor of love.
Sure to be sure, when God first said I would be allowed to write the Obituary of the World I sat down like any journalist and started skimming the scum off the surface of the pond; but God said, No, Virgil, I want you to dive to the bottom of things and shift through the muck.
God was not saying, "Muck you, Virgil"; God was giving me a great honor and a critical duty.
That America finds me easy to loathe, and easy to brutalize, and easy to betray, and easy to enslave is part of what I found that I did not expect to find when sifting through the muck; but God knew I would find it; God knows you people.
The point is, Dear Reader, it is in the muck that the death of this Earth lies.
What is it that is deep, deep down in in the Arctic Sea of the human heart that is killing this Earth? To fulfill the commission God gave me, to do the crappy job God assigned me, I had to answer that question, because every obituary must include the cause of death.
So as I move along, as I sift through the muck which is the collective human soul, sometimes I draw attention to some cause of Earth's death, sometimes to another; and if you agree with me all is right with the world and God is in God's Heaven; and if you don't agree with me I am a politically incorrect son of a bitch.
These days I am talking about queers, about the one queer who tortures me these days, but I have been tortured by queers since before God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy; and the suggestion here is that consistency of torture reveals a common trait among queers.
While those of you who believe in America's state religion, psychiatry, will say what is it in me that makes me say that about queers, I say there is something within queers that amounts to a love of torture of the non-queers.
When you see queers steal Holy Matrimony you are seeing the same love of torture of non-queers I experience as the lone and lowly audible mental telepath being tortured by queers wherever I go. Same thing, different form.
The murder of this Earth by the human being is a group effort; and somehow the Tiger Rag maneuver deals with the part queers play in that group murder.
So, on the last day of Tiger Rag the expectable happens; my employer is angry at me for reporting the torture of me by the queer resident who is a lifetime petty criminal, dope addict and alcoholic.
The same organization that would send the queer back to jail for taking a drink of beer says he can torture me into a heart attack. Go figure.
The queer is ecstatic about this, laughing up a storm and torturing me with renewed confidence and enthusiasm, coming up behind me and laughing a false laugh then coughing a false cough into the back of my head.
He has license, he thinks, to torture me. Where have I seen that before?
The writing is on the wall; I will be fired because I voice objection to this torture or I must leave the job or the torture will kill me; but there are still cards for me to play and I may beat this situation yet.
What will the queer's probabtion officer do? When I first began this job he told me to report any trouble I had with the residents of this halfway house--all of them are on probation--and I have reported the queer's torture of me to him.
I have also reported the queer's crimes against me to the Anaheim Police Department as torture and elder abuse. Will the P.D. respond and arrest the queer for torture, as it or other local police departments have arrested him for other crimes in the past?
Will some law firm I have randomly contacted file suit against my employer for allowing the queer to torture me?
Then, of course, the big question, what will God do? We know the queer has lost his soul; but for now ignorance protects him from that realization; and we know God is using this queer as an example of one of the several reasons why all of queerdom is damned.
Also, we have the macro movement of God's Space War against the United States of America, and ultimately that is what this petty micro queer battlefield is about.
In the New Testament, when Satan tells Jesus "we are legion", queers are of that legion.
There is little I am saying here that is outside fundamental Christian belief; only the cute forms of Christianity, such the Episcopalians and the Unitarians, do not see queers as a force of Satan; but that is because they think political correctness trumps Jesus' advisory to know people by their works.
It is the works of queers over the centuries, from before the story of Sodom and Gomorrah until today and into tomorrow, that tells the story of their damnation--and their historically repeated condemnation by non-queer humankind.
If it were just a matter of sucking and buggering there would be no great problem, but the queers are always on attack against the non-queers in a thousand cowardly social ways.
Hence, when God's One True Telepath comes along, like a cub separated from the pride, the laughing queer jackals attack.
There are no queers in Heaven; it would not be Heaven if there were.
In the end this one evil queer in this house of petty criminal addicts speaks for you; in the end this evil queer speaks for all Americans; in the end America is this evil queer; that is the nature of God's Space War against the United States of America; that is the substance of the Litmus Paper Ambush you psycho-fascist Americans walked into.
The value of my job at this halfway house is not the job; there is no salary, there is no fun, there is no challenge. It is the battlefield between Good and Evil the job opens up that is valuable; and now the battle moves from the micro trigger to the macro disaster.
Of course as always, the psycho-fascist Americans had the choice of being wicked or good to God's One True Telepath; and as always they have chosen to be wicked. Were the job in a church; were the job in a bank; were the job on a farm; the Americans there would torture God's One True Telepath. That has been a constant since God gave me this gift of audible mental telepathy.
In this regard the psycho-fascist queers are just one aspect of psycho-fascist America, going down with the same psycho-fascist ship.
It was to be hoped the Americans would not torture me in this situation; and likely if a queer were not here in this small population of men on probation, there would be no Telepath torture going on at all.
These men have a greater battle to fight, they fight against addiction, and seek to serve out their court sentences and get back to their real lives.
The queer is the only person here who tortures me; and take this individual queer out and put another queer in, that queer would torture God's One True Telepath, too. It is the nature of the beast.
I assume, Dear Reader, you may be tired of all this talk of queers, but the queers wilfully a major disruption to your society, though it is politically incorrect of me to say so and politically incorrect of you to think so; and left to their nature they will opt to steal marriage and other sacred things from you when they have the political power to do so, just as the queer in this household opts to steal peace and decency from this household.
So, this is the last day of God's Space War maneuver known as Tiger Rag. I will wrap it up tomorrow; and tomorrow I will report what God's next maneuver is, if my Old Pal God has told me by then.
Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America finished the eighth day of its last year.
Shark America Two Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 163
Note: Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008
George W. Bush Will Destroy the World
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: America, Queer, or Straight?
Today's code is "Eighth Day, Last Year".
Funny, isn't it, here we are in the "Tiger Rag" maneuver and TV golf broadcaster Kelly Tilghman says on the air that young golfers should "lynch Tiger Woods in a back alley."
Just a "tiger" coincidence, of course, but coincidence is the rockets' red glare of God's Space War.
But on with our story of the double defeat of the United States of America; one defeat in America's war on Truth, the other defeat in America's war on Islam.
One of the great lessons to be found in the life of Jesus is that when God gives someone a crappy job to do, God has good reason, and that crappy job is not punishment.
Back when I was a young and happy guy dancing through shrapnel kissing beautiful lips God gave me a crappy job to do, that being to write the Obituary of the World. This work you read today is part of that crappy job, and a labor of love.
Sure to be sure, when God first said I would be allowed to write the Obituary of the World I sat down like any journalist and started skimming the scum off the surface of the pond; but God said, No, Virgil, I want you to dive to the bottom of things and shift through the muck.
God was not saying, "Muck you, Virgil"; God was giving me a great honor and a critical duty.
That America finds me easy to loathe, and easy to brutalize, and easy to betray, and easy to enslave is part of what I found that I did not expect to find when sifting through the muck; but God knew I would find it; God knows you people.
The point is, Dear Reader, it is in the muck that the death of this Earth lies.
What is it that is deep, deep down in in the Arctic Sea of the human heart that is killing this Earth? To fulfill the commission God gave me, to do the crappy job God assigned me, I had to answer that question, because every obituary must include the cause of death.
So as I move along, as I sift through the muck which is the collective human soul, sometimes I draw attention to some cause of Earth's death, sometimes to another; and if you agree with me all is right with the world and God is in God's Heaven; and if you don't agree with me I am a politically incorrect son of a bitch.
These days I am talking about queers, about the one queer who tortures me these days, but I have been tortured by queers since before God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy; and the suggestion here is that consistency of torture reveals a common trait among queers.
While those of you who believe in America's state religion, psychiatry, will say what is it in me that makes me say that about queers, I say there is something within queers that amounts to a love of torture of the non-queers.
When you see queers steal Holy Matrimony you are seeing the same love of torture of non-queers I experience as the lone and lowly audible mental telepath being tortured by queers wherever I go. Same thing, different form.
The murder of this Earth by the human being is a group effort; and somehow the Tiger Rag maneuver deals with the part queers play in that group murder.
So, on the last day of Tiger Rag the expectable happens; my employer is angry at me for reporting the torture of me by the queer resident who is a lifetime petty criminal, dope addict and alcoholic.
The same organization that would send the queer back to jail for taking a drink of beer says he can torture me into a heart attack. Go figure.
The queer is ecstatic about this, laughing up a storm and torturing me with renewed confidence and enthusiasm, coming up behind me and laughing a false laugh then coughing a false cough into the back of my head.
He has license, he thinks, to torture me. Where have I seen that before?
The writing is on the wall; I will be fired because I voice objection to this torture or I must leave the job or the torture will kill me; but there are still cards for me to play and I may beat this situation yet.
What will the queer's probabtion officer do? When I first began this job he told me to report any trouble I had with the residents of this halfway house--all of them are on probation--and I have reported the queer's torture of me to him.
I have also reported the queer's crimes against me to the Anaheim Police Department as torture and elder abuse. Will the P.D. respond and arrest the queer for torture, as it or other local police departments have arrested him for other crimes in the past?
Will some law firm I have randomly contacted file suit against my employer for allowing the queer to torture me?
Then, of course, the big question, what will God do? We know the queer has lost his soul; but for now ignorance protects him from that realization; and we know God is using this queer as an example of one of the several reasons why all of queerdom is damned.
Also, we have the macro movement of God's Space War against the United States of America, and ultimately that is what this petty micro queer battlefield is about.
In the New Testament, when Satan tells Jesus "we are legion", queers are of that legion.
There is little I am saying here that is outside fundamental Christian belief; only the cute forms of Christianity, such the Episcopalians and the Unitarians, do not see queers as a force of Satan; but that is because they think political correctness trumps Jesus' advisory to know people by their works.
It is the works of queers over the centuries, from before the story of Sodom and Gomorrah until today and into tomorrow, that tells the story of their damnation--and their historically repeated condemnation by non-queer humankind.
If it were just a matter of sucking and buggering there would be no great problem, but the queers are always on attack against the non-queers in a thousand cowardly social ways.
Hence, when God's One True Telepath comes along, like a cub separated from the pride, the laughing queer jackals attack.
There are no queers in Heaven; it would not be Heaven if there were.
In the end this one evil queer in this house of petty criminal addicts speaks for you; in the end this evil queer speaks for all Americans; in the end America is this evil queer; that is the nature of God's Space War against the United States of America; that is the substance of the Litmus Paper Ambush you psycho-fascist Americans walked into.
The value of my job at this halfway house is not the job; there is no salary, there is no fun, there is no challenge. It is the battlefield between Good and Evil the job opens up that is valuable; and now the battle moves from the micro trigger to the macro disaster.
Of course as always, the psycho-fascist Americans had the choice of being wicked or good to God's One True Telepath; and as always they have chosen to be wicked. Were the job in a church; were the job in a bank; were the job on a farm; the Americans there would torture God's One True Telepath. That has been a constant since God gave me this gift of audible mental telepathy.
In this regard the psycho-fascist queers are just one aspect of psycho-fascist America, going down with the same psycho-fascist ship.
It was to be hoped the Americans would not torture me in this situation; and likely if a queer were not here in this small population of men on probation, there would be no Telepath torture going on at all.
These men have a greater battle to fight, they fight against addiction, and seek to serve out their court sentences and get back to their real lives.
The queer is the only person here who tortures me; and take this individual queer out and put another queer in, that queer would torture God's One True Telepath, too. It is the nature of the beast.
I assume, Dear Reader, you may be tired of all this talk of queers, but the queers wilfully a major disruption to your society, though it is politically incorrect of me to say so and politically incorrect of you to think so; and left to their nature they will opt to steal marriage and other sacred things from you when they have the political power to do so, just as the queer in this household opts to steal peace and decency from this household.
So, this is the last day of God's Space War maneuver known as Tiger Rag. I will wrap it up tomorrow; and tomorrow I will report what God's next maneuver is, if my Old Pal God has told me by then.
Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America finished the eighth day of its last year.
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