Wednesday, February 13, 2008

The $521 Billion Defeat

Jews Jaws Four Up

Shark America Six Down

Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 300

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: Look to the Love Bomb.

Today's code is "44th Day, Last Year".

Meanwhile, back to the Battle of Smallville, the quiet development of the great battle between Good and Evil called Armageddon, begun just under a year ago in the small northern California town code-named "Smallville; I today received the old code, "Two Birds, One Stone", and my Old Pal God suggested I look to tomorrow, St. Valentine's Day, for a heart with an arrow in it.

I had planned for these days of my R&R to write about one of my great loves, Long Duration Backpacking; since I am slowly strengthening my 68 year old legs with walks through this beautiful old California gold rush town in the foothills of the Sierras in anticipation of such a hike this summer.

But R&R, while it might take the soldier out of the battle it does not take the battle out of the soldier; and even while I am on R&R I am still surrounded by psycho-fascist Americans who strike me now and then, giddy with the pleasure that the national right to torture God's One True Telepath has been availed to them, but on the most part i keep my sword sheathed and respond only defensively with my shield.

As always when I come into a new area I have a small hope of making peace--or at least living in peace--with the locals, and while that has never happened since God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy some 35 years ago, modern Candide that I am I keep hoping that this, finally, will be the best of all possible communities.

And being here has stimulated my love for Long Duration Backpacking; and I know that when I wrote to this subject years ago Dear Readers liked those stories of bears in my camp and and snakes on the trail and beautiful young women hiking topless in the isolation, nipples erect and smiles on their faces; in innocence forgetting that human monsters seek to hunt them down in the deep, deep wilderness as well as on city streets; as if they had never been exposed to the lesson of Little Red Riding Hood, as if all the male backpackers they met on the trail would be siblings with them in God's parentage, like Virgil Kret.

So, while thinking about writing about Long Duration Backpacking, and while thinking I might do such a hike this summer, that I might turn 69 at a beautiful high pass I know and love, my Old Pal God has been saying, "Virgil, keep your shoulder to the wheel and your eye on the ball, there's still a war going on".

So I turn from my reverie and look at the God's Space War codes that have been piling up on my desk, and what do I see to my surprise, but a "UFO" right before my eyes. I will watch that one for the fun of it; we have not had any "UFO" action since the recent appearance over Stephenville, Texas, and the related killing of four psycho-fascist Americans by the "UFO" in Corpus Christi.

(It strikes me as odd that with all the interest in "UFOs" there is little published evidence, except in my work, that "UFOs" have killed human beings.)

What else do I see on my desk?

Oh yes, the very serious God's Space War action against psycho-fascist homosexual males, called "Operation Queer", is still in motion; but I have the feeling Operation Queer is much too politically incorrect for American Dear Readers, most of whom have bought into the errors of their state religion, psychiatry, which profess homosexuality is a natural condition some percentage of the population is born into--when in fact all homosexuals were recruited, warped in that direction usually as children under six years of age.

I wrote enough about Operation Queer during January to have documented in advance whatever the operation leads to; so while I shuffle my file on Operation Queer around, I do not add to it.

When I left off that subject I had detected only one God's Space War death in Operation Queer, that of the movie actor who played a queer cowboy in Brokeback Mountain, killed by God for spreading the spiritual infestation.

The moral here is that as God's Judgment Day evolves into its fifth decade it is not safe even to pretend to be homosexual for movie money and movie fame; and that as we Space Sailors say, "In God's Space War even yesterday is not safe."

So, while I am thinking most Dear Readers would rather read about me and Bonnie the Bear, and our great showdown at dawn one morning high, high in the Sierras, which Bonnie the Bear won hands down, my Old Pal God has asked me to continue to write about war...war...God's great war against the United States of America.

In compliance to God's wishes, I look through my God's Space War story file, and come upon the time when my Old Pal God told me George W. Bush will destroy the world.

This seems a good time to tell that story again, since many people are beginning to breathe sighs of relief that the Republican American Fascist child-man is about to leave office--ship of dreamers on a dreamers' sea.

This most important message God asked me to pass along to you, and which I incorporate into each day's report in the opening headlines, was not that George W. Bush could potentially destroy the world, but that George W. Bush will destroy the world.

Of the follies and fascism of George W. Bush you only see the tip of the iceberg, and 90% of them lie below the surface of this desasterous sea; and while people are thinking "His is melting! He is melting!" the horrors he has foolishly created still remain, doing their dirty business, and shall continue to do so no matter who occupies the White House...if in fact someone new does occupy the White House.

Since I am dreaming of backpacking this summer, and my Old Pal God is saying no to such dreaming, it is fitting to relate how it came to pass that God told me George W. Bush will destroy the world, since God told me this at the outset of a planned month-long hike in the Sierras.

Long time Dear Readers have read this story before, but it is worth telling again; and there are new Dear Readers coming aboard at every port in this storm.

It was two summers before 9/11, and while I was later to clearly document the 9/11 attack before that attack took place, plans for that attack were not yet chatter on the telepathic channels.

Except for immediately robbing the national treasury and distributing it among the super-rich, George W. Bush had not yet clearly hoisted Republican American Fascist colors on the White House Flag pole; and the New York Times was saying what a sweet man it thought him to be.

So, I entered the deep wilderness for my annual month-long hike, exhausted from the tortures I had undergone, not yet aware of the intense increase in torture that would soon come; and I had hiked to my traditional base camp, where I planned to rest and exercise for a few days before beginning my trek.

Suddenly my Old Pal God began telling me I had to go back to work because (straight from the Divine Horse's mouth) "George W. Bush will destroy the world".

I received this message repeatedly for two or three days; and as is my nature, I balked at this, and as I have done off and on over the centuries, argued with God, this time against this quick return to the battlefield; saying I was exhausted and I needed this R&R, and I might die from the torture if I went back without this R&R.

And then God said (straight from the Divine Horse's mouth) "Better you die than not try".

So I packed my pack and hiked back to my car and drove back to my home where the increased torture that came with the George W. Bush faux-presidency immediately began, driving me into the emergency room with congestive heart failure, and driving me out of my home of perhaps15 years, and out of my business of about the same time period, and to the brink of death...to the brink of death...to the brink of death time and time again; and into perpetual homelessness.

So as they did with my life George W. Bush and Republican American fascism destroyed many thousands of lives; and thus far one entire nation with more nations to be destroyed; and all of this destruction of lives and nations leads, as God insisted I tell you, to the destruction of the world by George W. Bush.

George W. Bush will destroy the world. George W. Bush will destroy the world. George W. Bush will destroy the world.

Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America, unaware of God's furious anger at it, finished the 44th day of its last year.

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