The $515 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Two Down
Shark America Eight Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 163
Virgil Kret's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
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: Rest and Recuperate
Today's code is "38th Day, Last Year".
So, Dear Reader, we shook the dust of the Los Angeles area from our shoes and drove straight up Highway Five, first listening to classical music then country and western then rock and roll then classical again, until some 10 hours later we came upon a jewel of a little town in the foothills of the Sierras.
Let's call it Smallville, the second Smallville we have found in our restless search for a home in the God-damned (literally) United States of America.
Said another way, we have taken our man-o-war out the Los Angeles basin to the foothills of the Sierras and beached on an island of beauty; that is, we have arrived in one of those beautiful and picturesque city-towns created during the California gold rush days; which we shall for privacy's sake call Smallville in the tradition of this grand maneuver within God's Space War against the United States of America.
Is this the island of kindness we sought? After two days it seems it might be, but we have seen the honeymoon period before; Americans awaiting their master's order to crack the whip of Telepath persecution.
Back in Anaheim, California, code-named "Anahymen", home of Disneyland, this is the day of the expected event we Space Sailors call "Cherry Pop", the day the United States of America is expected to lose the blissful ignorance about God's Space War it guards so closely.
Serious codes were coming in on this event until yesterday evening. That is, the word from my Old Pal God through yesterday was this America-awakening event is still in the works.
As often happens to warriors fresh out of battle I have fitful dreams, some of the past, some of the future.
In one interesting dream America admitted its hatred for God. Sometimes it seems that way, so ungodly is America day in and day out. In no other nation in the world is the word "God" so commonly taken in vain. Oh my God; oh my God; oh my God; oh my God; oh my God; more common than "hello".
In another dream I took a brief excursion into the future and found a sunny, warm day after 35 years of overcast weather. Something good (from my point of view) seems to be just over Time's horizon.
God has made me only two promises in my life. One that God would buy me a bowl of rice if I were hungry; a promise fulfilled by the appearance of a dollar bill out of thin air, the story of which I recently re-told for you. The other that God would give me Sweet Victory.
I look to Anahymen; I take in the codes in the air all around me; and it seems this could be God's fulfillment of that promise. We shall see what we shall see.
My duties now are simple enough. Regain strength and let wounds heal.
To that end I will begin a series of walking tours of this beautiful community, still rich with the feel of the gold rush days of the latter half of the 1800s. I will build up my strength, improve my circulation, and if luck holds out recover good feelings for the American people.
Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America, unaware of God's furious anger at it, finished the 38th day of its last year.
Shark America Eight Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 163
Virgil Kret's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
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: Rest and Recuperate
Today's code is "38th Day, Last Year".
So, Dear Reader, we shook the dust of the Los Angeles area from our shoes and drove straight up Highway Five, first listening to classical music then country and western then rock and roll then classical again, until some 10 hours later we came upon a jewel of a little town in the foothills of the Sierras.
Let's call it Smallville, the second Smallville we have found in our restless search for a home in the God-damned (literally) United States of America.
Said another way, we have taken our man-o-war out the Los Angeles basin to the foothills of the Sierras and beached on an island of beauty; that is, we have arrived in one of those beautiful and picturesque city-towns created during the California gold rush days; which we shall for privacy's sake call Smallville in the tradition of this grand maneuver within God's Space War against the United States of America.
Is this the island of kindness we sought? After two days it seems it might be, but we have seen the honeymoon period before; Americans awaiting their master's order to crack the whip of Telepath persecution.
Back in Anaheim, California, code-named "Anahymen", home of Disneyland, this is the day of the expected event we Space Sailors call "Cherry Pop", the day the United States of America is expected to lose the blissful ignorance about God's Space War it guards so closely.
Serious codes were coming in on this event until yesterday evening. That is, the word from my Old Pal God through yesterday was this America-awakening event is still in the works.
As often happens to warriors fresh out of battle I have fitful dreams, some of the past, some of the future.
In one interesting dream America admitted its hatred for God. Sometimes it seems that way, so ungodly is America day in and day out. In no other nation in the world is the word "God" so commonly taken in vain. Oh my God; oh my God; oh my God; oh my God; oh my God; more common than "hello".
In another dream I took a brief excursion into the future and found a sunny, warm day after 35 years of overcast weather. Something good (from my point of view) seems to be just over Time's horizon.
God has made me only two promises in my life. One that God would buy me a bowl of rice if I were hungry; a promise fulfilled by the appearance of a dollar bill out of thin air, the story of which I recently re-told for you. The other that God would give me Sweet Victory.
I look to Anahymen; I take in the codes in the air all around me; and it seems this could be God's fulfillment of that promise. We shall see what we shall see.
My duties now are simple enough. Regain strength and let wounds heal.
To that end I will begin a series of walking tours of this beautiful community, still rich with the feel of the gold rush days of the latter half of the 1800s. I will build up my strength, improve my circulation, and if luck holds out recover good feelings for the American people.
Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America, unaware of God's furious anger at it, finished the 38th day of its last year.
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