Society, Part 13
The $593 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Three Up
Shark America Seven Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 218
Virgil'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: The Secret Story, Society (13)
Today's code is "84th Day, Last Year".
Now Dear Reader, I don't want you to become anxious, but I want to tell you some big things are going to be happening.
God is going to destroy Republican American Fascism and American Psycho-Fascism all in one fell swoop.
This will mean hot shrapnel flying this way and that, You may think you are innocent because you love the crime, as most criminals do; but you may be guilty as sin.
I don't know. That is not my department; and the reason it is not my department I would be too easy on you. No, you have harder judges than I coming your way. Judges, by the way, who do not love you as I do. That was always my weakness, loving you.
I want you to understand this as you go before the judge; the judge does not love you.
Dear Reader, the decisions being made today in Washington Deceit about the future of your souls should not be made by anyone, not even you. George W. Bush thinks you will be happy to go to Hell with him; and it is to Hell he is taking you.
Dear Reader, God doesn't allow you to be twigs in a stream.
What does this mean in real terms? It means you have disaster coming down the pike; and you are expecting my friendly handshake but you will get God's Fist.
Now, I think I just documented an Act of God before it takes place. The codes introduced yesterday were "Tiger", "Heel" and "Moo"; and that attack pattern is running full tilt boogie. Look for the unexpected death of a rich and famous woman; then we will see if the event fills out the codes; if it does we will know God killed her as an act of poetic vengeance.
Now let's return to our story of The Not-Forgetting Society, and its plan hatched before the end of World War Two to continue fighting in secret after Japan's surrender.
Society, Part 13
As they watched the seance activity, Matsushita took up his story of the night before, of how Praying Mantis had saved his sister, and through her had recorded his precognition of the atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
"I received a telegram from my sister just before the Hiroshima crime," he said as he poured sake' into Tea's cup.
"I was puzzled by the telegram's arrival because such private communications were not common in the closing days of the war; so much was disrupted by then, even though our army in Southeast Asia had hardly been touched.
"I remember the telegram verbatim, 'Brother,' it said, 'Do not eat bad oysters,' which of course, made no sense at all to me."
Across the bath there was a stir at the arrival of a new ghostly guest. He was emerging slowly "taking off his shoes" the Japanese ghosts called it. The new arrival was Praying Mantis.
Aahh," Matsushita said, "our mutual friend has arrived. It will take him a while to drink his way though that crowd, so I'll be able to finish my interminable story.
Praying Mantis waved to Tea and Matsushita. A broad smile was on his face. Then he turned his attention to Atsuko, who was saying something to him and pouring sake' through the ghost cup he held.
"I took the telegram to my commanding officer. He said he would look into it. Then, as if as an afterthought, he said, 'Hey, Kenji, I forgot to mention it but there's a little party at the Officers' Club tonight. It'll probably be the last one before we have to be civilians again. Would you please attend?'
"Of course I said I would, and you have probably guessed the rest by now. Tea-san. Oysters were served, oysters so terribly off they had to be removed from the table untouched. That get-together was the formation party of our little secret society, the Wasureinai-kai, the Not-Forgetting Society, which we generally call The Kai among ourselves."
Praying Mantis was making his way toward them, holding a ghost towel in front of him. He was walking behind Atsuko, who somehow seemed to be pulling him, as if she were somehow part of the physics of his moving through the water.
"Atsuko-san is something like you, Tea-san," Matsushita was saying quietly into Tea's ear. "She has a relaxed affinity for ghosts, nothing at all like the traditional medium. The dead of The Kai call her 'Gingyo'."
"Goldfish?"
"Yes, 'Koi no naka Gingyo, a goldfish among carp. Isn't that poetic?"
Tea felt that Matsushita, high on the seance and drunk on the sake', was almost liking him. That would never do.
"Yes," agreed Tea. Tea was moved by the name, Gingkyo. "Beauty among beauty of another sort, it seems to mean to me. Does it mean that to you?"
"Yes," said Matsushita.
"Do you call her that in public, Matsushita-san?"
Matsushita looked closely at Tea's face, pulling Tea's attention to him. He was looking deep into Tea, looking for guile in that simple American face.
"That would be a break in security, Tea-san. Gingyo is her soul name and her code name. She is always Kinjugawa Atsuko to this world."
"Do you have a soul name, Mr. Matsushita?"
"You are always the snoop, aren't you, Tea-san That would be telling; but you can surmise that I have one..."
Tea felt Matsushita's soul name rising to his own conscious mind and quickly censored it out, not wanting Matsushita to know he had probed that deeply. Matsushita's soul name was "Sword Priest."
"But you told me Atsuko's," Tea said quickly.
"For some reason, Tea-san, she has chosen you. You're o.k., for a foreigner, but I would not be honest if I didn't say again that you rub me the wrong way; and I never like to see a Japanese woman with a foreign man. It's like tea and piss in the same cup. Please excuse my straightforwardness, but I'm a grouchy old Japanese capitalist, and I didn't ger rich by holding back..."
"How did you really get so rich, Mr. Matsushita?" Tea liked probing. He did not take much note of the answers; he was looking for Matsushita's buttons. "Did The Not-Forgetting Society help your business along? All your money came after the war..."
"Tea-san," the tone was vertical, rich man to poor man, "stop snooping. Your news media is not going to buy this story. We are going to kill a lot of Americans, and that nation of straw brains of yours will be too stupid to even know we are killing them.
"You should understand, Tea-san, that but for the intervention of Praying Mantis you would have been dead three months ago, and that spy you called Soldier Ghost would be where we could keep him under pressure, and your soul, too
"Except for the vote of The Kai I would personally drown you right here, right now; and no one, not even Atsuko, would betray my having done it."
Some days, Tea thought, everything went right.
Matsushita had just handed him the Rosetta Stone of the Society's battle plan.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 84th day of its last year.
Jews Jaws Three Up
Shark America Seven Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 218
Virgil'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: The Secret Story, Society (13)
Today's code is "84th Day, Last Year".
Now Dear Reader, I don't want you to become anxious, but I want to tell you some big things are going to be happening.
God is going to destroy Republican American Fascism and American Psycho-Fascism all in one fell swoop.
This will mean hot shrapnel flying this way and that, You may think you are innocent because you love the crime, as most criminals do; but you may be guilty as sin.
I don't know. That is not my department; and the reason it is not my department I would be too easy on you. No, you have harder judges than I coming your way. Judges, by the way, who do not love you as I do. That was always my weakness, loving you.
I want you to understand this as you go before the judge; the judge does not love you.
Dear Reader, the decisions being made today in Washington Deceit about the future of your souls should not be made by anyone, not even you. George W. Bush thinks you will be happy to go to Hell with him; and it is to Hell he is taking you.
Dear Reader, God doesn't allow you to be twigs in a stream.
What does this mean in real terms? It means you have disaster coming down the pike; and you are expecting my friendly handshake but you will get God's Fist.
Now, I think I just documented an Act of God before it takes place. The codes introduced yesterday were "Tiger", "Heel" and "Moo"; and that attack pattern is running full tilt boogie. Look for the unexpected death of a rich and famous woman; then we will see if the event fills out the codes; if it does we will know God killed her as an act of poetic vengeance.
Now let's return to our story of The Not-Forgetting Society, and its plan hatched before the end of World War Two to continue fighting in secret after Japan's surrender.
Society, Part 13
As they watched the seance activity, Matsushita took up his story of the night before, of how Praying Mantis had saved his sister, and through her had recorded his precognition of the atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
"I received a telegram from my sister just before the Hiroshima crime," he said as he poured sake' into Tea's cup.
"I was puzzled by the telegram's arrival because such private communications were not common in the closing days of the war; so much was disrupted by then, even though our army in Southeast Asia had hardly been touched.
"I remember the telegram verbatim, 'Brother,' it said, 'Do not eat bad oysters,' which of course, made no sense at all to me."
Across the bath there was a stir at the arrival of a new ghostly guest. He was emerging slowly "taking off his shoes" the Japanese ghosts called it. The new arrival was Praying Mantis.
Aahh," Matsushita said, "our mutual friend has arrived. It will take him a while to drink his way though that crowd, so I'll be able to finish my interminable story.
Praying Mantis waved to Tea and Matsushita. A broad smile was on his face. Then he turned his attention to Atsuko, who was saying something to him and pouring sake' through the ghost cup he held.
"I took the telegram to my commanding officer. He said he would look into it. Then, as if as an afterthought, he said, 'Hey, Kenji, I forgot to mention it but there's a little party at the Officers' Club tonight. It'll probably be the last one before we have to be civilians again. Would you please attend?'
"Of course I said I would, and you have probably guessed the rest by now. Tea-san. Oysters were served, oysters so terribly off they had to be removed from the table untouched. That get-together was the formation party of our little secret society, the Wasureinai-kai, the Not-Forgetting Society, which we generally call The Kai among ourselves."
Praying Mantis was making his way toward them, holding a ghost towel in front of him. He was walking behind Atsuko, who somehow seemed to be pulling him, as if she were somehow part of the physics of his moving through the water.
"Atsuko-san is something like you, Tea-san," Matsushita was saying quietly into Tea's ear. "She has a relaxed affinity for ghosts, nothing at all like the traditional medium. The dead of The Kai call her 'Gingyo'."
"Goldfish?"
"Yes, 'Koi no naka Gingyo, a goldfish among carp. Isn't that poetic?"
Tea felt that Matsushita, high on the seance and drunk on the sake', was almost liking him. That would never do.
"Yes," agreed Tea. Tea was moved by the name, Gingkyo. "Beauty among beauty of another sort, it seems to mean to me. Does it mean that to you?"
"Yes," said Matsushita.
"Do you call her that in public, Matsushita-san?"
Matsushita looked closely at Tea's face, pulling Tea's attention to him. He was looking deep into Tea, looking for guile in that simple American face.
"That would be a break in security, Tea-san. Gingyo is her soul name and her code name. She is always Kinjugawa Atsuko to this world."
"Do you have a soul name, Mr. Matsushita?"
"You are always the snoop, aren't you, Tea-san That would be telling; but you can surmise that I have one..."
Tea felt Matsushita's soul name rising to his own conscious mind and quickly censored it out, not wanting Matsushita to know he had probed that deeply. Matsushita's soul name was "Sword Priest."
"But you told me Atsuko's," Tea said quickly.
"For some reason, Tea-san, she has chosen you. You're o.k., for a foreigner, but I would not be honest if I didn't say again that you rub me the wrong way; and I never like to see a Japanese woman with a foreign man. It's like tea and piss in the same cup. Please excuse my straightforwardness, but I'm a grouchy old Japanese capitalist, and I didn't ger rich by holding back..."
"How did you really get so rich, Mr. Matsushita?" Tea liked probing. He did not take much note of the answers; he was looking for Matsushita's buttons. "Did The Not-Forgetting Society help your business along? All your money came after the war..."
"Tea-san," the tone was vertical, rich man to poor man, "stop snooping. Your news media is not going to buy this story. We are going to kill a lot of Americans, and that nation of straw brains of yours will be too stupid to even know we are killing them.
"You should understand, Tea-san, that but for the intervention of Praying Mantis you would have been dead three months ago, and that spy you called Soldier Ghost would be where we could keep him under pressure, and your soul, too
"Except for the vote of The Kai I would personally drown you right here, right now; and no one, not even Atsuko, would betray my having done it."
Some days, Tea thought, everything went right.
Matsushita had just handed him the Rosetta Stone of the Society's battle plan.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 84th day of its last year.
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