Retreat, Part 1

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Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: The Secret Story, Retreat (1)

Today's code is "87th Day, Last Year".

There are two fundamental things wrong with America's presence in Iraq. It is tactically stupid and morally evil.

This combination spells inexorable disaster.

No matter how much speech-writer gingerbread George W. Bush mouths; no matter how many people George W. Bush sends to their deaths, those two facts remain constant: Stupid and Evil.

Any candidate for the office of President of the United States of America who does not clearly state this time and time again is bowing before the god of fascism.

Clinton, McCain, and Obama all bow before that god,

That none says the obvious, that a fascist coup has taken place in the United States, is a betrayal of the American people (who are just beginning to feel the hands of fascism around their collective throat).

The f-word, fascism, must be used by at least one of the presidential candidates so it can be put into the public debate; or fascism will continue unopposed its theft of America's wealth, its destruction of America's democracy, and its shredding of the Constitution of the United States of America.

Get brains, honesty and guts for a change; nominate Virgil Kret for President; dare to let a true voice speak.

Now, before we begin the first episode of Retreat, the final story of the three stories that lead us, like stepping stones in a Japanese garden, to The Secret Story, my Old Pal God, my Muse, has requested I give you one tip about The Secret Story.

This is because apparently God has some interest in saving you from extinction.

This is the clue I was asked to deliver:

Yesterday I told you the original Japanese language title of The Secret Story is Himitsu-No-Monogatari, and that some secret meaning was lost in the translation. Now I will tell you what was lost.

"Himitsu" means "secret". "monogatari" means "story", "no" means "of"; together "The Story of a Secret".

However, if "hi" and "mitsu" are written with different Chinese characters they together mean "Sun Three"; and in that context the title, Himitsu-No-Monogatari, means "The Story of Three Suns."

So you see in this hidden title what you had already learned from this work, that The Secret Story is a space story, in part the God's Space Sailors' view of the Japanese myth of their creation by the Sun Goddess; but you are yet to learn the meaning of "Three Suns".

Now, let us begin the story called, Retreat

Retreat, Part 1

"Wage Love," Tea, circa 9,000,000 BC.

Tea was breakfasting on four rainbow trout he had caught the night before and buried in a shrinking patch of snow to keep them fresh and conceal their scent so not invite in any bears for a midnight snack.

He was cooking them one by one on a skewer, lightly salted and peppered, and eating them like corn on the cob, getting blackened trout skin and tasty grease in his month-old mustache and beard.

It was 1982. Tea was 42. He had been in retreat from the diabolical American attack since 1971.

The American intelligence system was still unaware of transdimensional warfare.

The Not-Foregetting Society was about three months away from carrying out its revenge operation, in planning since two months before Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the atomic bombing of San Francisco and Los Angeles.

Tea knew it was a couple days away from yet another Not-Forgetting Society attempt on his life; and he knew this time it would be Matsushita himself making the attempt.

Damn, Tea mused, that man must be close to 70. No, certainly he wouldn't be alone; he'd have martial arts toughs with him, but damn if Mastushita wasn't something. Damn, Tea thought, that man sure wants to kill me. He has wanted to kill me since '67; and he's going to be pretty fucking focused now that I've killed that asshole son of his.

Tea'd not seen Matsushita since the seance, which now seemed a thousand years in the past.

Damn, sometimes Tea wished he'd never attended that seance; damn, because the knowledge it had given him made it impossible for him to drop the story. He had had no choice but to bulldog it through. Knowledge was responsibility. Damn, but it was.

Events had forced Tea out of Japan soon after the seance.

Those events had been initiated by American naval intelligence in Tokyo, which had decided Tea was up to something disloyal because his hair was getting long and he was talking against the Vietnam war over drinks at the Foreign Correspondents' Club.

A secret charge of plotting the violent overthrow of the United States government was hatched in the alcoholic mind of an intelligence officer by the peculiar name of Roger Roy; and secret punishment was planned.

Roy had followed that first error up with a second, one of those cowardly, overly complicated attempts at murder American intelligence was so infamous far in those days. In this case, it consisted of planting a rumor among those violent elements of the Japanese left Ted's met through his journalism, a rumor that Tea was not a journalist at all, but an American spy in newsman's rags.

When this crunch came down, however, the leftists believed Tea over the rumor; and did not kill him.

Roy was to die a drunken retired US naval officer in 1975, of liver damage, never knowing he'd accidentally killed thousands of Americans when he he'd "run that Commie out of Japan".

In The Land of the Dead, Roy would be shown his folly; and he would never see the light of day again. Such was transdimensional warfare.

(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 87th day of its last year.