The $498 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Zero Down
Shark America Ten Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 154
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: Conceal Operation Queer
Today's code is "20th Day, Last Year".
We have entered into a Top Secret Zone in terms of God's Space War against the United States of America. There is nothing I can report today on Operation Queer.
All I could report to you today is the expanded torture of me at the halfway house at which I am employed, as some residents rally to the support of the queer, who is now briefly in jail for drinking a bottle of mouth wash, picking up the queer's sleep-deprivation torture of me like relay runners taking the baton.
This is in a Top Tedious Zone, so I will take mercy on you and not report it. I am a journalist, after all, not a sociologist; and while I can tell which of these residents will go back to jail or prison or return to deep addiction, and why; and which will survive to live real lives again, that is not journalism.
So, since we are killing time today while Time is killing you, I thought I might entertain you with a story from my story pile. Perhaps the story I call, "The Fucking Pigeons".
Throughout my life there as been a coincidence pattern, which began to grow progressively thicker just before God gave me the commission to write The Obituary of the World, and I have long since come to understand this coincidence pattern is a regular reminder that God stands beside me.
None of these coincidences have been earth-shaking events. They have been more like pleasant little shocks, private messages for my understanding only.
For example, I was in Fukuoka, Japan, on New Year's Eve of 1963, visiting the home of a college chum.
That night I dreamed about Mount Fuji, and in the morning my friend's mother by chance happened to tell me the Japanese consider it good luck to dream of Mount Fuji on New Year's Eve.
Isolated, that would have been nothing more than a pleasant coincidence, but when looking at thousands of such coincidences over decades I can see them as a pattern of messages or reassurances from God.
So, when I was still a combat cherry and on my way from Tokyo to Saigon to cover the Vietnam war I came upon a biography of Ernest Hemingway on the Haneda Airport book counter; and since I naively saw myself as making a great reputation with my war coverage like Hemingway did with his, I bought the book to read during the flight.
(My naivete was based on the fact I was to have absolutely to freedom of press in Vietnam, that every word I wrote but for my byline was subject to change by UPI's copy editors in New York City; and stories I was to risk my life to write would be changed beyond recognition by the time they saw print. In that context there was no possibility at all of being a great war correspondent.)
As I read, one of the scenes in that book that struck me was Hemingway's saying he had arrived in Spain to cover the war there, and on the morning of his first day he opened the French window-doors of his hotel room and saw a little balcony, and on the balcony he saw two pigeons fucking.
This incident must have seen worth reporting to Hemingway, because we can still read of it today.
So, I arrived in Saigon and stayed the first night in a hotel room that had French window-doors opening onto a little balcony, and in the morning when I opened them what did I see but two pigeons fucking.
I am 68 years old now, and but for that one incident I have never seen two pigeons fucking; and that that experience took place just after reading of Hemingway's like experience marked it as a friendly tap on the shoulder by God as I was about to enter into battle, as I was about to loose my war cherry.
These days I have about ten such coincidences a day, constant reminders that I am not alone in this psycho-fascist snake pit called the United States of America.
Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America finished the 20th day of its last year.
Shark America Ten Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 154
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: Conceal Operation Queer
Today's code is "20th Day, Last Year".
We have entered into a Top Secret Zone in terms of God's Space War against the United States of America. There is nothing I can report today on Operation Queer.
All I could report to you today is the expanded torture of me at the halfway house at which I am employed, as some residents rally to the support of the queer, who is now briefly in jail for drinking a bottle of mouth wash, picking up the queer's sleep-deprivation torture of me like relay runners taking the baton.
This is in a Top Tedious Zone, so I will take mercy on you and not report it. I am a journalist, after all, not a sociologist; and while I can tell which of these residents will go back to jail or prison or return to deep addiction, and why; and which will survive to live real lives again, that is not journalism.
So, since we are killing time today while Time is killing you, I thought I might entertain you with a story from my story pile. Perhaps the story I call, "The Fucking Pigeons".
Throughout my life there as been a coincidence pattern, which began to grow progressively thicker just before God gave me the commission to write The Obituary of the World, and I have long since come to understand this coincidence pattern is a regular reminder that God stands beside me.
None of these coincidences have been earth-shaking events. They have been more like pleasant little shocks, private messages for my understanding only.
For example, I was in Fukuoka, Japan, on New Year's Eve of 1963, visiting the home of a college chum.
That night I dreamed about Mount Fuji, and in the morning my friend's mother by chance happened to tell me the Japanese consider it good luck to dream of Mount Fuji on New Year's Eve.
Isolated, that would have been nothing more than a pleasant coincidence, but when looking at thousands of such coincidences over decades I can see them as a pattern of messages or reassurances from God.
So, when I was still a combat cherry and on my way from Tokyo to Saigon to cover the Vietnam war I came upon a biography of Ernest Hemingway on the Haneda Airport book counter; and since I naively saw myself as making a great reputation with my war coverage like Hemingway did with his, I bought the book to read during the flight.
(My naivete was based on the fact I was to have absolutely to freedom of press in Vietnam, that every word I wrote but for my byline was subject to change by UPI's copy editors in New York City; and stories I was to risk my life to write would be changed beyond recognition by the time they saw print. In that context there was no possibility at all of being a great war correspondent.)
As I read, one of the scenes in that book that struck me was Hemingway's saying he had arrived in Spain to cover the war there, and on the morning of his first day he opened the French window-doors of his hotel room and saw a little balcony, and on the balcony he saw two pigeons fucking.
This incident must have seen worth reporting to Hemingway, because we can still read of it today.
So, I arrived in Saigon and stayed the first night in a hotel room that had French window-doors opening onto a little balcony, and in the morning when I opened them what did I see but two pigeons fucking.
I am 68 years old now, and but for that one incident I have never seen two pigeons fucking; and that that experience took place just after reading of Hemingway's like experience marked it as a friendly tap on the shoulder by God as I was about to enter into battle, as I was about to loose my war cherry.
These days I have about ten such coincidences a day, constant reminders that I am not alone in this psycho-fascist snake pit called the United States of America.
Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America finished the 20th day of its last year.
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