The $520 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Three Up
Shark America Seven Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 263
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: Review Their Future, Virgil
Today's code is "43nd Day, Last Year".
Say you were boarding the vessel which is this work as if it were a passenger ship in the glory days of sea travel, when passenger ships went from port to port and did not just cruise around; when one could actually buy a ticket for a birth on a slow boat to China, and when the ship docked, disembark into whatever adventure awaited; and perhaps sometime later buy another ticket on another ship going to other ports.
Say you may have heard of the vessel which is this work, and had some interest in the voyage; or say you had never heard of it at all, but had found a ticket in the cyber gutter and had nothing better to do than to sail to distant ports, and build up memories for when you came close to the end of your days and nights, and could look at a map of the world--known and unknown--and smile to yourself for having sailed all around her, when you were young and your blood was running strong.
Say you knew only the name of the vessel which is this work, The Obituary of the World, or say you did not know even that when you came aboard; and say you did not know the subject discussed at the captain's table was the death of this Earth by 2065; or say perhaps you did.
With that innocence intact or that understanding under your belt, set sail...set sail...into knowledge of how mankind's time will end; like it or not, do what you want, recycle, bicycle, pray, swing and sway to voo doo incantations, no matter what is tried this Earth will have died by 2065, and the human race gone extinct or nearly extinct by 2055.
Ah, shucks, now you can't disembark for a million bucks, this ship has sailed. Well, there is one thing you can do, but more on that below.
Ship of fools on a fools' sea sailing toward a fools' tomorrow.
New aboard, you go to the dinning room at dinning time and you hear your fellow passengers, some who have sailed aboard this ship for a long, long time, saying the captain is mad, saying the captain is sane, saying the captain knows what he is talking about, saying the captain hasn't a brain...and so it goes, talking...talking...talking as inevitable, unstoppable, unreasonable, inexorable cruel Doom gets closer and closer every day.
I, Dear Reader, the captain of this vessel, the teller of this tragic tale, am a raggedy assed old newsman with a nose for hard news and balls enough to go out and get it and bring it back alive; even if no one wants to know it.
I have been tracking this story, the story of the the death of this Earth, since January 1, 1963, and if truth were not illegal in the United States of America I would say that in fact I have been tracking it centuries longer.
Note I did not say "if this truth were not illegal", because in America truth, in general, is illegal.
I have said this before and I will say it again, America's greatest weakness is that it lies to itself and believes its own lies; and that, Dear Reader, is one of the core causes of the approaching inevitable, inexorable death of this Earth by 2065.
To make this point, I will point to one American national lie out of the many American nationallies in which Americans believe, one in which they will likely believe in come death, Hell and high water.
Not truths to live by, but lies to die by, that is the course the United States of America has set.
That is, a strong lie passes for truth in the United States of America.
Back in about 1972, when most of you Dear Readers were not yet born, when the United States of America was bleeding a generation away in a stupid war based on a stupid premise based on a stupid lie called "The Gulf of Tonkin Incident"; my Old Pal God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy, and said, "Virgil, write this story".
I knew the story God had in mind, The Obituary of the World, because we had discussed it many times since January 1, 1963; and if truth were legal in the United States of America, I would say we had discussed it for centuries.
This is an old space ship upon which we sail, and I am an old Space Sailor, and the death of this Earth just before 2065 is an old, old space story known by children of stars thousands of light-years away, inexorable...inexorable...inexorable death...unless...unless...unless the human being could be taught to tell the truth.
So, God who so loves this Earth, created a simple truth for the American people to either talk truthfully about, or to lie about; and true to form the American people chose to lie about it.
What was that truth that was to become just another American strong lie?
God gave this raggedy assed newsman the gift of audible mental telepathy; and the American people, conned as usual by their masters in Washington Deceit, agreed to in union bear false witness about the existence of that audible mental telepathy; and to add crime upon crime, to torture this raggedy ass newsman for being telepathic.
As I said, this all took place before most of you Dear Readers were born; and so to you the enslavement of me inherent in that mass bearing of false witness about my audible mental telepathy--if you know about it-- is as natural as was the enslavement of Darkies to a child born in Georgia in 1830.
(Ironically, with the same tragic result awaiting when the child reached adulthood, defeat and occupation by the victor in slavery's war.
(That is, when I became audibly telepathic, Judgment Day began; and in God's Eyes America's torture-enslavement of God's One True Telepath is a damnable sin, a damnable sin for which God has gone to war against the United States of America.)
That's the ship you have booked passage on; take the voyage to this truth, this truth to be proven true in this work; or jump into the Sea of Lies while the Land of Lies, America, is still in sight; then swim, swim, swim in the false hope of finding a lie you can live by.
Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America, unaware of God's furious anger at it, finished the 43nd day of its last year.
Shark America Seven Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 263
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: Review Their Future, Virgil
Today's code is "43nd Day, Last Year".
Say you were boarding the vessel which is this work as if it were a passenger ship in the glory days of sea travel, when passenger ships went from port to port and did not just cruise around; when one could actually buy a ticket for a birth on a slow boat to China, and when the ship docked, disembark into whatever adventure awaited; and perhaps sometime later buy another ticket on another ship going to other ports.
Say you may have heard of the vessel which is this work, and had some interest in the voyage; or say you had never heard of it at all, but had found a ticket in the cyber gutter and had nothing better to do than to sail to distant ports, and build up memories for when you came close to the end of your days and nights, and could look at a map of the world--known and unknown--and smile to yourself for having sailed all around her, when you were young and your blood was running strong.
Say you knew only the name of the vessel which is this work, The Obituary of the World, or say you did not know even that when you came aboard; and say you did not know the subject discussed at the captain's table was the death of this Earth by 2065; or say perhaps you did.
With that innocence intact or that understanding under your belt, set sail...set sail...into knowledge of how mankind's time will end; like it or not, do what you want, recycle, bicycle, pray, swing and sway to voo doo incantations, no matter what is tried this Earth will have died by 2065, and the human race gone extinct or nearly extinct by 2055.
Ah, shucks, now you can't disembark for a million bucks, this ship has sailed. Well, there is one thing you can do, but more on that below.
Ship of fools on a fools' sea sailing toward a fools' tomorrow.
New aboard, you go to the dinning room at dinning time and you hear your fellow passengers, some who have sailed aboard this ship for a long, long time, saying the captain is mad, saying the captain is sane, saying the captain knows what he is talking about, saying the captain hasn't a brain...and so it goes, talking...talking...talking as inevitable, unstoppable, unreasonable, inexorable cruel Doom gets closer and closer every day.
I, Dear Reader, the captain of this vessel, the teller of this tragic tale, am a raggedy assed old newsman with a nose for hard news and balls enough to go out and get it and bring it back alive; even if no one wants to know it.
I have been tracking this story, the story of the the death of this Earth, since January 1, 1963, and if truth were not illegal in the United States of America I would say that in fact I have been tracking it centuries longer.
Note I did not say "if this truth were not illegal", because in America truth, in general, is illegal.
I have said this before and I will say it again, America's greatest weakness is that it lies to itself and believes its own lies; and that, Dear Reader, is one of the core causes of the approaching inevitable, inexorable death of this Earth by 2065.
To make this point, I will point to one American national lie out of the many American nationallies in which Americans believe, one in which they will likely believe in come death, Hell and high water.
Not truths to live by, but lies to die by, that is the course the United States of America has set.
That is, a strong lie passes for truth in the United States of America.
Back in about 1972, when most of you Dear Readers were not yet born, when the United States of America was bleeding a generation away in a stupid war based on a stupid premise based on a stupid lie called "The Gulf of Tonkin Incident"; my Old Pal God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy, and said, "Virgil, write this story".
I knew the story God had in mind, The Obituary of the World, because we had discussed it many times since January 1, 1963; and if truth were legal in the United States of America, I would say we had discussed it for centuries.
This is an old space ship upon which we sail, and I am an old Space Sailor, and the death of this Earth just before 2065 is an old, old space story known by children of stars thousands of light-years away, inexorable...inexorable...inexorable death...unless...unless...unless the human being could be taught to tell the truth.
So, God who so loves this Earth, created a simple truth for the American people to either talk truthfully about, or to lie about; and true to form the American people chose to lie about it.
What was that truth that was to become just another American strong lie?
God gave this raggedy assed newsman the gift of audible mental telepathy; and the American people, conned as usual by their masters in Washington Deceit, agreed to in union bear false witness about the existence of that audible mental telepathy; and to add crime upon crime, to torture this raggedy ass newsman for being telepathic.
As I said, this all took place before most of you Dear Readers were born; and so to you the enslavement of me inherent in that mass bearing of false witness about my audible mental telepathy--if you know about it-- is as natural as was the enslavement of Darkies to a child born in Georgia in 1830.
(Ironically, with the same tragic result awaiting when the child reached adulthood, defeat and occupation by the victor in slavery's war.
(That is, when I became audibly telepathic, Judgment Day began; and in God's Eyes America's torture-enslavement of God's One True Telepath is a damnable sin, a damnable sin for which God has gone to war against the United States of America.)
That's the ship you have booked passage on; take the voyage to this truth, this truth to be proven true in this work; or jump into the Sea of Lies while the Land of Lies, America, is still in sight; then swim, swim, swim in the false hope of finding a lie you can live by.
Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America, unaware of God's furious anger at it, finished the 43nd day of its last year.
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