The $527 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Ten Up
Shark America Zero Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 187
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: Give Them a Reason to Live
Today's code is "50th Day, Last Year".
The General wrote this letter before the battle:
The momentary passage of thoughts and events seem for passworthy if I contain myself and behave with quality. The war now is deeply engaged, but not so that it might be if it were to continue longer still. Time is passed in pain and contemplation, calculation of forces and supplies. Incoming lessens. We pamper the horses.
We find ourselves relaxing as outgoing takes form. The canon seem well sighted. The enemy is pompous and brutal, though, and for now disdains our bracketing rounds. We brace ourselves. We sharpen our bayonets. We sing songs rarely now. Our tea-fires warm us. We are in pre-battle meditation.
If the enemy could see us it not pose to fight; if it could see the starlight on our armor...but quiet we are...we want this. We are in that good soldier state where every battlefield is Valhalla. The Hellfire feels good. Death is impossible. The enemy is wicked and unprepared.
That's all he wrote, Dear Reader, but it brings to mind two questions.. Do you want to live? Do you want Sweet Victory?
Turn your back on psycho-fascism. Rejoin into one tip your forked-tipped tongues. You don't want this General coming down on you, taking fork-tipped tongues and making of them fork-tipped tongue stews. You don't want to sing those blues with severed tongues.
So it has come to that, has it? I have become the Tokyo Rose of God's Space War, telling Satan's legions to surrender.
Scuttlebutt up and down the line is that the big fight is about to start. It is easy for the wicked to start wars on this Earth; all nations are but boys saying, "Don't cross that line if you know what's good for you.", so a wicked fool like George W. Bush need only sacrifice a few American grunts by ordering them to cross the line, and then he can invade in outraged vengeance.
The Secret God told me holds fast; the God's Space War military maneuver it conceals remains in motion.
Meanwhile, back at the Valley Forge of God's Space War, the morning campfires are lit and a friendly smokey haze fills the camp; coffee is brewing; some of the men are urinating on their rifles to thaw the workings; frozen bolts send no bullets zinging.
Being Cosmic Time Reader for this outfit, I turn the levers and twist the knobs on my Time Machine Contraption to get a look at the future.
Up Periscope!
I shine my headlights onto the Future. It is standing there like a doe in te middle of a country road blinded by the onrushing headlights, and wondering, "Is that God coming for me?"
That's your future I am shining my headlights on.
I check my earthquake count. The earthquake count is the barometer of Time weather conditions, of subatomic fabric ripples.
As I make these notes it is at 187 for the past seven days. It has been dropping rapidly over the past several days. It was at 308 on February 13. It rose a bit during the day today; it was down to 168 at one point.
When it gets close to 120--perhaps this time, perhaps another in the breathing pattern of this Earth--we can expect a major earthquake.
There is a Time-echo reference to the extreme possibility of nuclear war on this Earth within the next three days; but it seems God's Secret trumps it.
So we have three readings of the future, therefor we can triangulate. One is the subatomic fabric, today using the earthquake count; and, two, is the news, worsening Russia-USA and Pakistan-USA developments; and three, our reading from God remains Top Secret, but you had the first clue yesterday, Nancy Reagan.
What do we see? George W. Bush is up to no good; but we knew that without looking, didn't we?
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware of God's furious anger at it, finished the 50th day of its last year.
Shark America Zero Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 187
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: Give Them a Reason to Live
Today's code is "50th Day, Last Year".
The General wrote this letter before the battle:
The momentary passage of thoughts and events seem for passworthy if I contain myself and behave with quality. The war now is deeply engaged, but not so that it might be if it were to continue longer still. Time is passed in pain and contemplation, calculation of forces and supplies. Incoming lessens. We pamper the horses.
We find ourselves relaxing as outgoing takes form. The canon seem well sighted. The enemy is pompous and brutal, though, and for now disdains our bracketing rounds. We brace ourselves. We sharpen our bayonets. We sing songs rarely now. Our tea-fires warm us. We are in pre-battle meditation.
If the enemy could see us it not pose to fight; if it could see the starlight on our armor...but quiet we are...we want this. We are in that good soldier state where every battlefield is Valhalla. The Hellfire feels good. Death is impossible. The enemy is wicked and unprepared.
That's all he wrote, Dear Reader, but it brings to mind two questions.. Do you want to live? Do you want Sweet Victory?
Turn your back on psycho-fascism. Rejoin into one tip your forked-tipped tongues. You don't want this General coming down on you, taking fork-tipped tongues and making of them fork-tipped tongue stews. You don't want to sing those blues with severed tongues.
So it has come to that, has it? I have become the Tokyo Rose of God's Space War, telling Satan's legions to surrender.
Scuttlebutt up and down the line is that the big fight is about to start. It is easy for the wicked to start wars on this Earth; all nations are but boys saying, "Don't cross that line if you know what's good for you.", so a wicked fool like George W. Bush need only sacrifice a few American grunts by ordering them to cross the line, and then he can invade in outraged vengeance.
The Secret God told me holds fast; the God's Space War military maneuver it conceals remains in motion.
Meanwhile, back at the Valley Forge of God's Space War, the morning campfires are lit and a friendly smokey haze fills the camp; coffee is brewing; some of the men are urinating on their rifles to thaw the workings; frozen bolts send no bullets zinging.
Being Cosmic Time Reader for this outfit, I turn the levers and twist the knobs on my Time Machine Contraption to get a look at the future.
Up Periscope!
I shine my headlights onto the Future. It is standing there like a doe in te middle of a country road blinded by the onrushing headlights, and wondering, "Is that God coming for me?"
That's your future I am shining my headlights on.
I check my earthquake count. The earthquake count is the barometer of Time weather conditions, of subatomic fabric ripples.
As I make these notes it is at 187 for the past seven days. It has been dropping rapidly over the past several days. It was at 308 on February 13. It rose a bit during the day today; it was down to 168 at one point.
When it gets close to 120--perhaps this time, perhaps another in the breathing pattern of this Earth--we can expect a major earthquake.
There is a Time-echo reference to the extreme possibility of nuclear war on this Earth within the next three days; but it seems God's Secret trumps it.
So we have three readings of the future, therefor we can triangulate. One is the subatomic fabric, today using the earthquake count; and, two, is the news, worsening Russia-USA and Pakistan-USA developments; and three, our reading from God remains Top Secret, but you had the first clue yesterday, Nancy Reagan.
What do we see? George W. Bush is up to no good; but we knew that without looking, didn't we?
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware of God's furious anger at it, finished the 50th day of its last year.
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