The $523 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Six Up
Shark America Four Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 308
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: Take Them Back to the War
Today's code is "46th Day, Last Year".
Come, let us talk as we walk down this old man's beach, of laughter and of tears, of childhood fears, things now out of reach,,,
you know, Dear Reader, there are really some most remarkable and beautiful extraterrestrial events taking place these days; events which are of life and death importance to you; and they are what I was born to tell you about; and what I you should have allowed me to tell you about way back in 1972 so you would have been ready for them long, long ago, and your asses not hanging out today with big bull's eyes tattooed on them.
After our little trip down Lover's Lane yesterday with the beginning of the story called "Attila the Hun and the Mare", the tip of a larger story that goes on to explore the Heaven God gave Attila the Hun and the Mare, and to the identify of the Mare as the human soul she was when she walked upon this Earth, after they galloped off into the Heavenly Sunset at the end of yesterday's story--after that Valentine to you, my Old Pal God has asked me to today "Take Them Back to the War".
I would prefer to take this story out of our Dante's Inferno metaphor and talk about something other than the damned souls we come across every day.
I would prefer, for example, to identify the Unidentified Flying Objects world journalism has farted around with since 1948, since I know all those "UFO" jocks by their first names, and I know their mission so well I might have designed it myself.
I cannot do that because you require me to write about queers and murderers, death and despair; you require me to click off the road signs to the extinction of the human species rather than allow me to show you a better road.
That is, I cannot really tell you about the Beauty and Justice of what is coming, because you keep me in such deep pain that such high knowledge is unreachable from this torture chamber.
It pains me not to be able to introduce you to Actual Living Angels, to look over Jordan and see what I see, and to talk instead about sodomites (in this work called queers) and how through their protection by the psycho-fascist concept of political correctness they are freely sodomizing you.
So, if you had any sense you would be letting me write about my Fellow Space Sailors who are coming to rescue me from you; because if you knew and understood what is true you would know there is difference between Bad and Good, and that we Space Sailors are Good, and you are standing on the Great Battlefield of Armageddon in close alignment with Bad.
More the pity.
Well, what the Hell, yesterday was enough lovey dovey, now back to the push and shovey; we are at war, after all, you psycho-fascist Americans and I; and I backed up by all God's Space Sailors; and all God's Space Sailor backed up by God.
Let's talk about what we are talking about.
We are tracking the death of this Earth by 2065, and recording God's intervention to save this Earth from the human being; and we are sparring around these days with reporting the God's Space War action called "Operation Queer", which is causing steam to come out of the ears of queers all around the world.
I have been saying that while the queers are constantly on the attack, attack, attack--as pointed out in the biblical story of Sodom and Gomorrah and confirmed in current times--they are protected by the shield of political correctness.
That is, they can attack the straights in a thousand different ways, but any response at all by the straights is politically incorrect.
Perhaps you can see a certain unfairness in this?
The whole queer-straight dynamic is laced with this unfairness. All words or actions directed against the encroachment of queer life on straight life bears the psycho-fascistic label "homophobic"; which when directly translated from the Pig Latin of America's state religion, psychiatry, means "fear of fags".
Within the creepy walls of psycho-fascism this identifies any critical statement about queers as a "phobia", a fear somehow coming out of the darkness of the mind of the critic who doesn't understand that queerness is as American as apple pie; that the vagina and the anus are sexual equals.
If you were to attend the Queer Pride Day parade in San Francisco you would see queers blowing one another as their floats moved down the street, and you would see queers dressed as Roman Catholic nuns, their habits slit to reveal their pasty queer legs--yet the San Francisco newspapers would not report this; but rather say a good time was had by all in this expression of personal liberty.
Recall that in the biblical story of Sodom and Gomorrah the queers demanded the right to rape any man who came into the city; and in San Francisco today the queers demand the right to rape the sensibilities of all who are not queer; and they are stroked by the media for it.
Same story, different time, Sodom and Frisco..
There was a story that touches on the heart of this queer-straight dynamic in the news Wednesday. I would have remarked on it yesterday had my Old Pal God not asked me to tell you the love story called, "Attila the Hun and the Mare"; and that has put me a day behind in my work. Grumble, grumble.
I point out this news story because it demonstrates just how shielded queers are by the psycho-fascist concept of political correctness.
In this Associated Press story Cleveland Brown's Quarterback Brady Quinn was having to deny in the public media that he called some queers queers while out with his wife and friends in Cleveland on New Year's Day; and the reason he was having to deny this was one of the allegedly offended queers among a gaggle of queers allegedly so offended had called 911 to report he had been called a queer by Quinn.
Dig it; he called 911.
"Help! Help! Police! That mean famous Brady Quinn man called me a queer."
Understand, the allegedly offended queer just didn't call the politically correctness cops such as the ACLU or the Queer Anti-Defamation League, he called 911, the line reserved for people reporting life-threatening situations...help, my husband is beating me...help, a woman is being raped in the alley beneath my window...help, my mommy is dead on the kitchen floor...you know, real life stuff...not, help, the famous quarterback of the Cleveland Browns called me a queer.
Whether Quinn called the queer a queer not is not an issue if you scrape away the political correctness shield.
The issue is that to that a famous Cleveland athlete was accused of insensitivity toward queers on a Cleveland street, toward a gaggle of queers who knew who he was from the get-go--which smacks of entrapment by the queers--and the Cleveland police investigated the accusation as if to call a queer a queer were a felony, and then the alleged incident became a matter of national news and a smirch upon the character of an athlete of some quality.
Juxtapose. Why is it politically correct for a queer to torture God's One True Telepath to the point of death and beyond in Anaheim, California, but a public crime for Brady Quinn to allegedly have called a queer a queer in Cleveland, Ohio?
Then my Internet carrier, in one of the lopsided polls it likes to take, asked, "Do you think homophobia is prevalent in the sports world", with the only options being Yes or No; as if homophobia were a real thing and not a psycho-fascist invention, and as if the Internet carrier's readers might not have more complex opinions.
"Have you ever been harassed by gays?" My Internet carrier dared not ask that question, and likely that question did not come to mind by the designer of the Yes-No poll. If that question had been asked, however, the Yes vote would have swamped the No vote.
Speaking just for myself, as the only audibly telepathic human being in history, who has been tortured by every shape, sex and hue among the American population; by far...by far...by far queers have been the meanest and most sadistic of all psycho-fascist Americans; and that's saying something considering how downright mean the average psycho-fascist American is.
I think a very important topic of discussion in America would be why are queers so mean?
(They were mean centuries before I came along, so don't blame it on me.)
This is where political correctness comes along and bites you on your sodomized ass, because it does not allow you to talk about this. The question is hanging there like a vampire bat in the crypt of American intellect: What is the common denominator of the queers that makes them so God-damned (literally) mean?
Meanest snakes in the American grass, queers.
Women think queers are cute; men think queers are creepy; women should respect men in this, because queers like neither women nor men.
(And the wag will say, "Well you call gays queers, what do you expect?"; but in the beginning I was politically correct, and I gave the queers utmost respect; but my helplessness...my helplessness...my helplessness when I became audibly telepathic excited the sadism which permeates the queer world; and they tortured me with queer glee.
I tell you this,;though you may not believe me, it is my duty to tell you this: God's Judgment Day began the moment I became audibly telepathic. You religious scholars would do well to mark that date.
While I am mere Satan Bait in God's Great Fishing Expedition, I know the Fisherman well, and my guess is all dead queers go to the garbage chute.
Now, Dear Reader, wouldn't you rather have spent this time reading words that fully identified Unidentified Flying Objects, by a reporter who knows all the "UFO" jocks by their first names, than having had me talking about queers today?
Now, being one day behind in this work because my Old Pal God asked me to be nice to you on Valentine's Day (grumble, grumble) I should today be reporting on the murder by hacking of the psycho-fascist therapist in New York City; because that is just what America's state religion, psychiatry, wanted to make of me, a mad dog killer.
That is why psycho-fascist therapists did such things as sticking a stick up my ass and twisting it; of threatening to murder me when they had me locked up; as castrating me, as conning the American people into endlessly torturing me. They wanted to be able to point to God's One True Telepath and say, see, he claims to know God personally but he is just another dangerous lunatic.
When you inflict pain you get pain-based response; which is what psycho-fascism was aiming for in its establishment of America's torture-enslavement of me; but instead of my trolley going off its tracks and I allowing America to pound the round peg of Virgil Kret into the square hole of Charles Mansonism; I write about the Hell awaiting all psycho-fascist Americans; (why kill one of you when I can damn you all).
That leads us to our evolving daily final paragraph:
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware of God's furious anger at it, finished the 46th day of its last year.
Shark America Four Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 308
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: Take Them Back to the War
Today's code is "46th Day, Last Year".
Come, let us talk as we walk down this old man's beach, of laughter and of tears, of childhood fears, things now out of reach,,,
you know, Dear Reader, there are really some most remarkable and beautiful extraterrestrial events taking place these days; events which are of life and death importance to you; and they are what I was born to tell you about; and what I you should have allowed me to tell you about way back in 1972 so you would have been ready for them long, long ago, and your asses not hanging out today with big bull's eyes tattooed on them.
After our little trip down Lover's Lane yesterday with the beginning of the story called "Attila the Hun and the Mare", the tip of a larger story that goes on to explore the Heaven God gave Attila the Hun and the Mare, and to the identify of the Mare as the human soul she was when she walked upon this Earth, after they galloped off into the Heavenly Sunset at the end of yesterday's story--after that Valentine to you, my Old Pal God has asked me to today "Take Them Back to the War".
I would prefer to take this story out of our Dante's Inferno metaphor and talk about something other than the damned souls we come across every day.
I would prefer, for example, to identify the Unidentified Flying Objects world journalism has farted around with since 1948, since I know all those "UFO" jocks by their first names, and I know their mission so well I might have designed it myself.
I cannot do that because you require me to write about queers and murderers, death and despair; you require me to click off the road signs to the extinction of the human species rather than allow me to show you a better road.
That is, I cannot really tell you about the Beauty and Justice of what is coming, because you keep me in such deep pain that such high knowledge is unreachable from this torture chamber.
It pains me not to be able to introduce you to Actual Living Angels, to look over Jordan and see what I see, and to talk instead about sodomites (in this work called queers) and how through their protection by the psycho-fascist concept of political correctness they are freely sodomizing you.
So, if you had any sense you would be letting me write about my Fellow Space Sailors who are coming to rescue me from you; because if you knew and understood what is true you would know there is difference between Bad and Good, and that we Space Sailors are Good, and you are standing on the Great Battlefield of Armageddon in close alignment with Bad.
More the pity.
Well, what the Hell, yesterday was enough lovey dovey, now back to the push and shovey; we are at war, after all, you psycho-fascist Americans and I; and I backed up by all God's Space Sailors; and all God's Space Sailor backed up by God.
Let's talk about what we are talking about.
We are tracking the death of this Earth by 2065, and recording God's intervention to save this Earth from the human being; and we are sparring around these days with reporting the God's Space War action called "Operation Queer", which is causing steam to come out of the ears of queers all around the world.
I have been saying that while the queers are constantly on the attack, attack, attack--as pointed out in the biblical story of Sodom and Gomorrah and confirmed in current times--they are protected by the shield of political correctness.
That is, they can attack the straights in a thousand different ways, but any response at all by the straights is politically incorrect.
Perhaps you can see a certain unfairness in this?
The whole queer-straight dynamic is laced with this unfairness. All words or actions directed against the encroachment of queer life on straight life bears the psycho-fascistic label "homophobic"; which when directly translated from the Pig Latin of America's state religion, psychiatry, means "fear of fags".
Within the creepy walls of psycho-fascism this identifies any critical statement about queers as a "phobia", a fear somehow coming out of the darkness of the mind of the critic who doesn't understand that queerness is as American as apple pie; that the vagina and the anus are sexual equals.
If you were to attend the Queer Pride Day parade in San Francisco you would see queers blowing one another as their floats moved down the street, and you would see queers dressed as Roman Catholic nuns, their habits slit to reveal their pasty queer legs--yet the San Francisco newspapers would not report this; but rather say a good time was had by all in this expression of personal liberty.
Recall that in the biblical story of Sodom and Gomorrah the queers demanded the right to rape any man who came into the city; and in San Francisco today the queers demand the right to rape the sensibilities of all who are not queer; and they are stroked by the media for it.
Same story, different time, Sodom and Frisco..
There was a story that touches on the heart of this queer-straight dynamic in the news Wednesday. I would have remarked on it yesterday had my Old Pal God not asked me to tell you the love story called, "Attila the Hun and the Mare"; and that has put me a day behind in my work. Grumble, grumble.
I point out this news story because it demonstrates just how shielded queers are by the psycho-fascist concept of political correctness.
In this Associated Press story Cleveland Brown's Quarterback Brady Quinn was having to deny in the public media that he called some queers queers while out with his wife and friends in Cleveland on New Year's Day; and the reason he was having to deny this was one of the allegedly offended queers among a gaggle of queers allegedly so offended had called 911 to report he had been called a queer by Quinn.
Dig it; he called 911.
"Help! Help! Police! That mean famous Brady Quinn man called me a queer."
Understand, the allegedly offended queer just didn't call the politically correctness cops such as the ACLU or the Queer Anti-Defamation League, he called 911, the line reserved for people reporting life-threatening situations...help, my husband is beating me...help, a woman is being raped in the alley beneath my window...help, my mommy is dead on the kitchen floor...you know, real life stuff...not, help, the famous quarterback of the Cleveland Browns called me a queer.
Whether Quinn called the queer a queer not is not an issue if you scrape away the political correctness shield.
The issue is that to that a famous Cleveland athlete was accused of insensitivity toward queers on a Cleveland street, toward a gaggle of queers who knew who he was from the get-go--which smacks of entrapment by the queers--and the Cleveland police investigated the accusation as if to call a queer a queer were a felony, and then the alleged incident became a matter of national news and a smirch upon the character of an athlete of some quality.
Juxtapose. Why is it politically correct for a queer to torture God's One True Telepath to the point of death and beyond in Anaheim, California, but a public crime for Brady Quinn to allegedly have called a queer a queer in Cleveland, Ohio?
Then my Internet carrier, in one of the lopsided polls it likes to take, asked, "Do you think homophobia is prevalent in the sports world", with the only options being Yes or No; as if homophobia were a real thing and not a psycho-fascist invention, and as if the Internet carrier's readers might not have more complex opinions.
"Have you ever been harassed by gays?" My Internet carrier dared not ask that question, and likely that question did not come to mind by the designer of the Yes-No poll. If that question had been asked, however, the Yes vote would have swamped the No vote.
Speaking just for myself, as the only audibly telepathic human being in history, who has been tortured by every shape, sex and hue among the American population; by far...by far...by far queers have been the meanest and most sadistic of all psycho-fascist Americans; and that's saying something considering how downright mean the average psycho-fascist American is.
I think a very important topic of discussion in America would be why are queers so mean?
(They were mean centuries before I came along, so don't blame it on me.)
This is where political correctness comes along and bites you on your sodomized ass, because it does not allow you to talk about this. The question is hanging there like a vampire bat in the crypt of American intellect: What is the common denominator of the queers that makes them so God-damned (literally) mean?
Meanest snakes in the American grass, queers.
Women think queers are cute; men think queers are creepy; women should respect men in this, because queers like neither women nor men.
(And the wag will say, "Well you call gays queers, what do you expect?"; but in the beginning I was politically correct, and I gave the queers utmost respect; but my helplessness...my helplessness...my helplessness when I became audibly telepathic excited the sadism which permeates the queer world; and they tortured me with queer glee.
I tell you this,;though you may not believe me, it is my duty to tell you this: God's Judgment Day began the moment I became audibly telepathic. You religious scholars would do well to mark that date.
While I am mere Satan Bait in God's Great Fishing Expedition, I know the Fisherman well, and my guess is all dead queers go to the garbage chute.
Now, Dear Reader, wouldn't you rather have spent this time reading words that fully identified Unidentified Flying Objects, by a reporter who knows all the "UFO" jocks by their first names, than having had me talking about queers today?
Now, being one day behind in this work because my Old Pal God asked me to be nice to you on Valentine's Day (grumble, grumble) I should today be reporting on the murder by hacking of the psycho-fascist therapist in New York City; because that is just what America's state religion, psychiatry, wanted to make of me, a mad dog killer.
That is why psycho-fascist therapists did such things as sticking a stick up my ass and twisting it; of threatening to murder me when they had me locked up; as castrating me, as conning the American people into endlessly torturing me. They wanted to be able to point to God's One True Telepath and say, see, he claims to know God personally but he is just another dangerous lunatic.
When you inflict pain you get pain-based response; which is what psycho-fascism was aiming for in its establishment of America's torture-enslavement of me; but instead of my trolley going off its tracks and I allowing America to pound the round peg of Virgil Kret into the square hole of Charles Mansonism; I write about the Hell awaiting all psycho-fascist Americans; (why kill one of you when I can damn you all).
That leads us to our evolving daily final paragraph:
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware of God's furious anger at it, finished the 46th day of its last year.
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