Society, Part 6
The $566 Billion Defeat
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George W. Bush Will Destroy the World
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Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: The Secret Story, Society (6)
Today's code is "79th Day, Last Year"
The order came down today, "Clear the Decks"; finally we sink the bastards.
I.C. News has an update on the plan in progress of one of the neo-fascist private armies to assassinate Hillary Clinton.
Movement seems to have stopped. I cannot say how much, if anything, this apparent development has to do with my coverage of this story. My feeling is I hit the nail so squarely on the head that the plan was temporarily--repeat temporarily--called off.
This indicates the intended assassin is not free-floating, a lunatic member of one of the neo-fascist private armies such as Blackwater as would be stated were the attack to be carried out. That is, he is a controlled assassin whose orders can be countermanded.
Other than publishing I.C. News' knowledge about this assassination plot in this work, I also contacted the Republican American Fascist TV news network, Fox, with it.
While Fox would like to see Hillary and all other non-Republican American Fascist politicians hung or shot for treason, its association with this plot to assassinate Hillary would have been ruinously clear if the plot had continued.
In other news, we are approaching the 4,000th US military death in Iraq, and all over that America-destroyed nation of Iraq American warriors are hoping it will be themselves who is chosen by America's god, Mars, for that honor.
Imagine, to be the 4,000th American warrior to die in Iraq for the enrichment of Big Money and the stupid vanity of George W. Bush. What higher honor could an American warrior hope to attain?
Also, as every news sources you know has already told you, this is the fifth anniversary of George W. Bush's stupid and fascist invasion of Iraq.
Everything else on my news desk is classified, so let's continue with our story of the Not-Forgetting Society; and watch as Matsushita reveals to Tea how the Society plans to atom bomb the United States of America in poetic vengeance for Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Society, Part 6
"Praying Mantis had been dead for some time," Matsushita began.
"The war was almost over. I was a young army officer stationed in Saigon.
"I don't think either my sister or I had ever met Praying Mantis in the flesh before his death to US Marine machinegun fire in 1944."
The car sped through the night.
Tea took out a ten-pack of Hopes. He had cocktailed the tips of a few of the cigarettes with a pinch of Laotian marijuana he had brought back from the war; and was thinking he would like to have one of those, but was opting for an undoctored cigarette when Matsushita played his telepathy game again.
"You are free to smoke your 'cocktail', Tea-san," he said, his eyes sparkling through the darkness with pleasure at his accomplishment.
Tea laughed, enjoying the joke of it, and lit one of his marijuana Hopes.
Even while they were both enjoying the moment Tea could telepathically hear Matsushita wondering if he would ever kill this weak, stupid American. Tea seemed too soft to kill. Was he a spy disguised as an ass; or was he just an ass?
Tea paid attention to Matsushita's thoughts, never letting on that he was hearing them. Telepathy was not a parlor game to him.
As the marijuana's scent filled the car Tea noticed the spine-tensings of the driver and bodyguard. Martial arts purists, Tea reasoned, thinking they rated him on the level of an opium addict.
Matsushita seemed more indulgent.
The grass relaxed Tea, as did the tobacco that followed it a quarter inch down the tube; and Tea noticed the whiskey seemed to be hitting Matsushita; he seemed more at ease. Tea took a good drink of his whiskey.
Matsushita was saying, "Praying Mantis saved my sister by telling her to leave Hiroshima."
"Was she a medium?", Tea asked.
"No, nothing like that. Praying Mantis visited her in dreams, telling her to visit a particular aunt, and to write to her brother, me, about spoiled oysters."
"Spoiled oysters?"
"Yes, Hiroshima is famous for its oysters--but she didn't connect that with the dream until after the crimes..."
"The crimes?"
The storm was forcing the driver to work to keep the car from drifting with the wind.
Matsushita again stiffened Tea's drink, and caught Tea's eyes and held them, saying with utmost gravity "Hiroshima and Nagasaki". There in those two words was his hatred, naked and ready and eager to kill.
Tea let the accusation of war criminality whiz by. "She responded to just one dream?", he asked.
"No, there were three on three successive nights.
"In the first, Praying Mantis was standing in a jungle. He wore the tropical uniform we usually see him in. He bowed to my sister and said, 'Tell Kenji the oysters will spoil', and as the dream ended with her waking he called out after her, 'Please visit your aunt in Nagasaki', his voice still audible as she was aware of being awake."
"Praying Mantis told her to go to Nagasaki?"
"Yes, and jumping ahead a little, he later guided her out of Nagasaki, too; but do you see that in guiding her there he named both atom bomb targets?"
"Yes," Tea answered deliberately, doing all he could to block the realization he was coming to from reaching his telepathic zone: Matsushita had an atom bomb up his sleeve.
Where do the Japanese keep their armies? Up their sleevies. An old joke somehow coming true.
"Do you see this as possible, that Praying Mantis could guide my sister in that way?" Matsushita was leaning toward Tea like a recruiting sergeant fathering him into joining an army of thought.
"Yes, very possible," Tea answered. "Human history is full of such dreams."
Tea knocked back his whiskey. He knew what Matsushita was leading up to. Matsushita refilled Tea's glass. Poetic vengeance for Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Japanese history honored poetic vengeance.
Tea sipped his fresh drink. "Thanks." Please continue with your story."
It seemed to Tea he was successfully blocking the telepathy of his realizations, and it helped that Matsushita had a huge ego and wasn't really interested in what Tea thought. Superior people tend to remain stupid about the people they are superior too.
"The dream faded there," Matsushita went on.
"The next two dreams were much the same. 'Tell Kenji not to accept the burned oysters,' was said in the second, and, 'Tell Kenji not to accept the unacceptable oysters..."
Tea interrupted again. "Did he use the phrase, not to 'accept the unacceptable'?"
Matsushita smiled, appreciating that Tea knew this history, "You get the point. After the second atom bomb our Emperor told the nation it must accept the unacceptable.
Then Matasushita deliberately caught Tea's eye again, "We of the Not-Forgetting Society do not believe he meant it. He could require willing and even joyful death of us; but he could not require us to do the impossible.
"This was a secret understanding that swept Japan, never explained and never talked about. All throughout the occupation born after 1939 knew there would be vengeance for Hiroshima and Nagasaki; only those coming along later did not know.
"And consider this, Tea-san, Praying Mantis knew the Emperor would use that exact phrase before the Emperor knew he would use it. Were members of the Not-Forgetting Society, dead members, whispering into the Emperor's ear? Do you think that is a possibility, Tea-san?"
Matsushita paused, touched by his own words.
Tea was thinking to himself, yes, this is a sophisticated organization of the dead, the most sophisticated I have come across. The word "galactic" popped into his mind, and for a flash of a second he saw the Not-Forgetting Society's organizational structure diagrammed three-dimensionally.
He didn't think he had taken that information from Matsushita's mind. It felt like it had come from that mystery pal who had been hanging around since shortly before this meeting with Matsushita had begun.
"There's not much more to the story," Matsushita continued. "My sister said the urgency in Praying Mantis's voice increased with each dream, and she felt what she called "a growing agitation", until she sent the wire about the spoiled oysters to me and fled to Nagasaki five days before the bomb was dropped on Hiroshima.
Matsushita's story was again interrupted. This time by their arrival at an inn by the coast.
The storm had knocked out the electricity, but Tea could see it was a first class inn, beautifully constructed in classic Japanese style.
Its name, visible in the headlights as they pulled up, was "Swallow".
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 79th day of its last year.
Jews Jaws Two Down
Shark America Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 163
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: The Secret Story, Society (6)
Today's code is "79th Day, Last Year"
The order came down today, "Clear the Decks"; finally we sink the bastards.
I.C. News has an update on the plan in progress of one of the neo-fascist private armies to assassinate Hillary Clinton.
Movement seems to have stopped. I cannot say how much, if anything, this apparent development has to do with my coverage of this story. My feeling is I hit the nail so squarely on the head that the plan was temporarily--repeat temporarily--called off.
This indicates the intended assassin is not free-floating, a lunatic member of one of the neo-fascist private armies such as Blackwater as would be stated were the attack to be carried out. That is, he is a controlled assassin whose orders can be countermanded.
Other than publishing I.C. News' knowledge about this assassination plot in this work, I also contacted the Republican American Fascist TV news network, Fox, with it.
While Fox would like to see Hillary and all other non-Republican American Fascist politicians hung or shot for treason, its association with this plot to assassinate Hillary would have been ruinously clear if the plot had continued.
In other news, we are approaching the 4,000th US military death in Iraq, and all over that America-destroyed nation of Iraq American warriors are hoping it will be themselves who is chosen by America's god, Mars, for that honor.
Imagine, to be the 4,000th American warrior to die in Iraq for the enrichment of Big Money and the stupid vanity of George W. Bush. What higher honor could an American warrior hope to attain?
Also, as every news sources you know has already told you, this is the fifth anniversary of George W. Bush's stupid and fascist invasion of Iraq.
Everything else on my news desk is classified, so let's continue with our story of the Not-Forgetting Society; and watch as Matsushita reveals to Tea how the Society plans to atom bomb the United States of America in poetic vengeance for Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Society, Part 6
"Praying Mantis had been dead for some time," Matsushita began.
"The war was almost over. I was a young army officer stationed in Saigon.
"I don't think either my sister or I had ever met Praying Mantis in the flesh before his death to US Marine machinegun fire in 1944."
The car sped through the night.
Tea took out a ten-pack of Hopes. He had cocktailed the tips of a few of the cigarettes with a pinch of Laotian marijuana he had brought back from the war; and was thinking he would like to have one of those, but was opting for an undoctored cigarette when Matsushita played his telepathy game again.
"You are free to smoke your 'cocktail', Tea-san," he said, his eyes sparkling through the darkness with pleasure at his accomplishment.
Tea laughed, enjoying the joke of it, and lit one of his marijuana Hopes.
Even while they were both enjoying the moment Tea could telepathically hear Matsushita wondering if he would ever kill this weak, stupid American. Tea seemed too soft to kill. Was he a spy disguised as an ass; or was he just an ass?
Tea paid attention to Matsushita's thoughts, never letting on that he was hearing them. Telepathy was not a parlor game to him.
As the marijuana's scent filled the car Tea noticed the spine-tensings of the driver and bodyguard. Martial arts purists, Tea reasoned, thinking they rated him on the level of an opium addict.
Matsushita seemed more indulgent.
The grass relaxed Tea, as did the tobacco that followed it a quarter inch down the tube; and Tea noticed the whiskey seemed to be hitting Matsushita; he seemed more at ease. Tea took a good drink of his whiskey.
Matsushita was saying, "Praying Mantis saved my sister by telling her to leave Hiroshima."
"Was she a medium?", Tea asked.
"No, nothing like that. Praying Mantis visited her in dreams, telling her to visit a particular aunt, and to write to her brother, me, about spoiled oysters."
"Spoiled oysters?"
"Yes, Hiroshima is famous for its oysters--but she didn't connect that with the dream until after the crimes..."
"The crimes?"
The storm was forcing the driver to work to keep the car from drifting with the wind.
Matsushita again stiffened Tea's drink, and caught Tea's eyes and held them, saying with utmost gravity "Hiroshima and Nagasaki". There in those two words was his hatred, naked and ready and eager to kill.
Tea let the accusation of war criminality whiz by. "She responded to just one dream?", he asked.
"No, there were three on three successive nights.
"In the first, Praying Mantis was standing in a jungle. He wore the tropical uniform we usually see him in. He bowed to my sister and said, 'Tell Kenji the oysters will spoil', and as the dream ended with her waking he called out after her, 'Please visit your aunt in Nagasaki', his voice still audible as she was aware of being awake."
"Praying Mantis told her to go to Nagasaki?"
"Yes, and jumping ahead a little, he later guided her out of Nagasaki, too; but do you see that in guiding her there he named both atom bomb targets?"
"Yes," Tea answered deliberately, doing all he could to block the realization he was coming to from reaching his telepathic zone: Matsushita had an atom bomb up his sleeve.
Where do the Japanese keep their armies? Up their sleevies. An old joke somehow coming true.
"Do you see this as possible, that Praying Mantis could guide my sister in that way?" Matsushita was leaning toward Tea like a recruiting sergeant fathering him into joining an army of thought.
"Yes, very possible," Tea answered. "Human history is full of such dreams."
Tea knocked back his whiskey. He knew what Matsushita was leading up to. Matsushita refilled Tea's glass. Poetic vengeance for Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Japanese history honored poetic vengeance.
Tea sipped his fresh drink. "Thanks." Please continue with your story."
It seemed to Tea he was successfully blocking the telepathy of his realizations, and it helped that Matsushita had a huge ego and wasn't really interested in what Tea thought. Superior people tend to remain stupid about the people they are superior too.
"The dream faded there," Matsushita went on.
"The next two dreams were much the same. 'Tell Kenji not to accept the burned oysters,' was said in the second, and, 'Tell Kenji not to accept the unacceptable oysters..."
Tea interrupted again. "Did he use the phrase, not to 'accept the unacceptable'?"
Matsushita smiled, appreciating that Tea knew this history, "You get the point. After the second atom bomb our Emperor told the nation it must accept the unacceptable.
Then Matasushita deliberately caught Tea's eye again, "We of the Not-Forgetting Society do not believe he meant it. He could require willing and even joyful death of us; but he could not require us to do the impossible.
"This was a secret understanding that swept Japan, never explained and never talked about. All throughout the occupation born after 1939 knew there would be vengeance for Hiroshima and Nagasaki; only those coming along later did not know.
"And consider this, Tea-san, Praying Mantis knew the Emperor would use that exact phrase before the Emperor knew he would use it. Were members of the Not-Forgetting Society, dead members, whispering into the Emperor's ear? Do you think that is a possibility, Tea-san?"
Matsushita paused, touched by his own words.
Tea was thinking to himself, yes, this is a sophisticated organization of the dead, the most sophisticated I have come across. The word "galactic" popped into his mind, and for a flash of a second he saw the Not-Forgetting Society's organizational structure diagrammed three-dimensionally.
He didn't think he had taken that information from Matsushita's mind. It felt like it had come from that mystery pal who had been hanging around since shortly before this meeting with Matsushita had begun.
"There's not much more to the story," Matsushita continued. "My sister said the urgency in Praying Mantis's voice increased with each dream, and she felt what she called "a growing agitation", until she sent the wire about the spoiled oysters to me and fled to Nagasaki five days before the bomb was dropped on Hiroshima.
Matsushita's story was again interrupted. This time by their arrival at an inn by the coast.
The storm had knocked out the electricity, but Tea could see it was a first class inn, beautifully constructed in classic Japanese style.
Its name, visible in the headlights as they pulled up, was "Swallow".
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 79th day of its last year.
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