Retreat, Part 4
The $599 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Nine Up
Shark America One Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 183 (No Rapid Drop, No Big Quake)
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, Retreat (4)
Today's code is "90th Day, Last Year".
As God's Space Sailors track the death of this Earth by violent explosion in December of 2064 we have certain landmarks along the way.
World War One was a landmark; out of World War One grew World War Two, which was a landmark; out of World War Two grew the Korean War, which was a landmark; both Vietnam and Iraq grew out of Republican American Fascism, and both were landmarks; and so on.
There is a landmark we call "The Crazy Fire", which the human being is now just entering. The Crazy Fire is basically when Christianity goes insane.
We now have, for example, a so-called Christian minister in whose camp the cutsie-wootsie warmonger Republican American Fascist candidate, Senator John McCain, enjoys hospitality and support.
That minister calls Allah a "demon spirit" and preaches the purpose of the founding of the United States of America was to eradicate Islam from the face of this Earth.
That, Dear Reader, is satanic nonsense, and has absolutely no foundation in the teachings of Jesus Christ; but it exemplifies quite well the nature of The Crazy Fire that is approaching the human race.
Believe me, that example is but a drop of Crazy Fire in the bucket of Crazy Fire George W. Bush has kicked over.
Such fraudulent Christian preachings are gasoline on The Crazy Fire.
As we learn more and more about John McCain we learn more and more how little he knows about war and politics and economics and just plain human life in this hard, hard world.
Having been a POW is not credentials for the office of President of the United States of America, there has to be some meat on those old bones.
As McCain campaigns. we gradually learn he is a stupid version of George W. Bush, which is like saying one doorknob is more stupid than another; and being what he is, a doddering, stupid old man who if he did not die in office would at least be ridden like a burro by the Republican American Fascists throughout his term; and he would go in any and all directions they would spur him.
That is, he would be totally and fully a puppet president.
(The choice of a Republican American Fascist running mate for McCain here becomes fascinating, whether it be that Mephistopheles of American fascism,"Independent" Senator Joe Lieberman, or some other disaster not yet come out from under a rock; since that vice president would almost certainly become president before four years had past, but that's another story.)
A central theme in this work is that George W. Bush destroys our world, and while it is clear to most of the world that he has pooped his pants as president and smeared his poop around the world, most people seem to think that when he is gone so will be the destructive stupidly for which he is so infamous.
No, no, no, George W. Bush is a perpetual motion disaster machine.
As it stands today, Republican American Fascism will by hook or by crook retain the White House in the next election; if a next election is held.
This is because we can count on the Democrats to again commit suicide, in part by cowering from use of the word "fascist"; or if the Republican American Fascists feel they might not be able to win or steal enough votes to keep the White House they will murder Democrats and stage a more open coup than the one they are now carrying out; but that, too, is another story,
Today's story is The Crazy Fire.
While the flames of fascism burn strong in America, and while one could easily see that fire by itself continuing to engulf the human race, there is volatile fuel for the fire in abundance in American Diabolical Christianity.
American Diabolical Christianity is a quasi-Christianity in which the preachers become so intoxicated with the sound and power of their own words that they begin to create a false Christianity, a hollow Christianity, an empty vessel containing not one drop of Jesus' blood.
These false preachers, empowered by TV and covered by the news media. will inflame their flocks to war, and the sheep shall set out to devour the lions.
I have seen this movie before. In the 12th, 13th and 14th Centuries it was a Diabolical Christian Madness called the Crusades, and this movie does not go well for Christendom.
As you may have heard, the lessons mankind does not learn mankind is doomed to live again and again and again and again; and again; until mankind ends up in Hell fighting perpetual religious war; with God in God's Heaven thinking about other things.
(And that, Dear Reader, is a big part of the Hell of Hell, God not giving a damn about the damned.)
So, here is how The Crazy Fire goes. This is tomorrow's history today; read it and weep.
Almost the entirety of fundamentalist Christianity believes this is the time of the Second Coming, and Jesus will come to the Middle East, and it is the God-ordered duty of Christianity to defend Israel from the forces of Evil, that current evil, of course, being Islam.
The Jews, of course, are aware of the idiotic madness of this; and to them, as any seriously religious Jew would tell you, the New Testament is not kosher, not real.
Yet the Christians, who have never even mastered the New Testament, think they are masters of both the New and the Old. The are Jacks of both trades, but masters of neither.
To hammer this point home, Christians are quite stupid about God; the proof is this is in their constant historical ungodliness.
For the time being, however, the Diabolical Christian Madness is working in favor of the Jews.
This time it will be the Muslims, not the Jews, the Christians send to the ovens.
Further, Israel knows the USA is its drone ally and will always go in any direction Israel points it; like Israel's dog the USA will fetch any ball Israel throws.
Still further, to the Jews the Muslims are the beasts of humankind, their hated ancient cousins since before Mohammad preached and before Moses was a baby in the reeds; they think that way and they act that way; and they love to goad the Muslims into losing combat (with the Americans always backing them up).
And Israel...and Israel...and Israel will always screw the USA in the butt.
Meanwhile, back at Mecca, the Muslims, no slouches themselves when it comes to religious madness, are savvy to this and they know that eventually the talk of "radical Islam" being the enemy of western civilization will in fact mean "all Islam"; and they will take very seriously how vulnerable to atomic bombs flat desert nations are; and how vulnerable to mobs Muslims in Christian nations are.
As they mull that, they see an ignorant old fascist who sings "Bomb, bomb, bomb Iran" running for president being advised by a lunatic preacher who says Allah is a demon spirit and a Jew who would be wearing a Swastika if this were 1939.
This, Dear Reader, is The Tornado of War, the perpetual dynamic of Jews and Christians and Muslims which brings the human race to extinction by 2045.
Picture a tornado; now picture that tornado as a tornado of fire; and you have a good picture of The Crazy Fire.
By the way, do you know why the famed Nostradamus could record the future so well? Because the future had already happened; and God had given the human race a second chance; but so far...so far...so far the human race has flubbed that chance.
Now let's return to our story, Retreat, and resume with Tea Tea's wait in the wilderness for Matsushita's attempt to kill him. We come to understand that Tea has chosen as the battlefield the wilderness which he knows and loves, and where he has home court advantage.
Retreat, Part 4
What Tea really wanted to do was leave Matsushita and his people behind and hike hard.
He wanted to head over the snow into the Marble Mountains, get off the Forest Service trail system and lose himself for a month or two in the spirit-voyaging which came so naturally to him, which was an aspect of his secret strength.
He called it, "Playing tennis in a football world".
These things were his edge in espionage, his consultations with the kind of medicine Sitting Bull consulted before Cluster blundered the big blunder.
On such hikes, far back in the wilderness, Tea consulted with forces and with Angels who had never failed him.
Who they were, what they were, Tea would not have attempted to state; that they were, and that they understood war, that they sought him out as he sought them out, was enough.
Tea had zero allies among the living; he had untold numbers of allies among the dead and the Angels; and God gave him a hand now and then.
As Tea would have phrased it, the magic was thick in the forest. He could be out in the mountains for six weeks and keep a diary, then go back to a town and check the back newspapers, and if there had been airline crash or an earthquake, or any headline-making disaster, Tea would have noted it and its date accurately from his isolation, telepathy being his only source of information.
That was how Tea had first come to discover the Not-Forgetting Society's decision to atom bomb San Francisco and Los Angeles, ghosts had heard about it on the ghost grapevine, ghosts Tea had recruited, and ghosts who had sought Tea out to volunteer. It was estimated that by this time Tea had several thousand ghost agents, to whom he was code-named "Marshal", the military rank, not the law enforcement officer; and a sizable percentage of this ghost intelligence service was focused on the Not-Forgetting Society.
Soldier Ghost, long since recovered from his battlefield death in Vietnam in 1967, was one of these agents.
Tea was hunkered near his Rutgers .357. He picked it up and examined it. There were three small rust spots. They were three more examples of his punchiness.
He rose and walked to his damp backpack. The whole camp was in sunlight now. Things would dry quickly. He rummaged through the pack for a can of gun oil he had placed in a plastic bag along with an oily rag.
A passing bird would have seen the camp was in a little hollow the size of a volleyball court. His camp fire would have been in the middle, near the net. The court sloped down to the south slightly.
Tea returned to the fire and hunkered beside it again, rubbing his rust-shamed revolver with the rag.
Before him was the view east, toward the lake. Blocking much of the view was a low shoulder of granite which ran north-south. Behind him was a little granite cliff about 20 feet high, topped with half a dozen wind-stunted pines growing out of cracks and separations in the stone.
To his right, about ten yards to the south of the fire, was a little stream flowing and tumbling toward the lake. To his left was a thick stand of tall pines, and between two of the pines he had hung his hammock. If rain came he would string his ground cloth over it for a makeshift shelter and dry bed; otherwise he'd not use it, preferring the ground and an unobstructed view of the stars.
Tea packed no tent.
Defensively, it was a good camp, generally not detectable unless Tea made a smoky fire. Its one serious flaw was the ridge a quarter mile to his right. A man with a deer rifle and scope could smack him if he could reach that ridge through the snow, but Tea's telepathy was now highly developed and it told him his enemies, Matsushita and the others, had not yet reached the trail head.
Tea would trust his telepathy; but after lunch he would make his way up to that ridge looking or footprints in the snow, if not the footprints of assassins the prints of snow trekkers heading for the deep lakes. That ridge carried the main trail into the back country. If he found footprints and had not telepathically smelled the trekkers he would do some fine tuning of his telepathy. Such a miss would be as shameful as the specks of rust on his revolver.
After ten minutes of rubbing, the specks were rubbed clean of rust, leaving silver spots in the bluing, like memories of sin on the soul of a nun.
With a twig of pine he rammed the oily rag through the barrel and through the six cartridge chambers. Then he inserted six rounds into the chambers, four power loads and two snake rounds, the latter being little shotgun rounds.
He set the cylinder so the pellets would be fired first. They had two benefits in gun-fighting. The shot spread out, giving him the shock value of a wider wounding zone, and was like less likely to be fatal, especially to chance bystanders; and if he had to kill with these rounds there would be no ballistic evidence.
Tea was no killer. He was a freelance spy more adapted to deciphering codes than to taking part in violent adventures. If the cross of the whole business had never been laid across his shoulder he would be living with his wife and kiddies somewhere in a cabin in the boonies. Things would be different if things were different.
Matsushita had wanted Tea dead since Tea's discovery of The Not-Forgetting Society in the course of Tea's Soldier Ghost problem during and immediately after Tea's coverage of Vietnam combat.
Tea hadn't liked Matsushita all that much since Matsushita had boasted he could drown Tea in the bath at the seance; in fact,Tea rather hated him for that.
Confrontation was inevitable, and time was running out.
Matsushita had engineered a few attempts on Tea's life over the years, or rather attempts at attempts because Tea's telepathic alarm system had each time allowed him to maneuver out of danger. Tea was the mouse; The Not-Forgetting Society was the cat with the bell around its paranormal neck.
(Or "belles" to play back Matsushita's little joke at the seance; in this case referring to Mitsi and her sister, Kingyo, those two sweet lovers of long, long ago, now being major parts of Tea's alarm system and intelligence network.)
Two months prior to Tea's entry into the forest, the urgency of compounded information, the two plus two of years of intelligence work and artful dodging, had required Tea to decide to stand and fight The Not-Forgetting Society in this forest at this time.
Even after having finally broken the Japanese attack code, Tea had looked for a way to avoid the stand, but he was cornered by responsibility.
The Japanese attack code was, "Wide Heart, Long Soul".
Tea'd picked up the code from the thoughts of Not-Forgetting Society members who passed through San Francisco regularly. After he had picked up the same odd phrase from several members over a space of several months he realized it was an important attack code.
Knowing The Not-Forgetting Society to be focused on vengeance for Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Tea was able to connect the attack code with that intent, the "Hiro" in Hiroshima meaning "wide", and the "Naga" in Nagasaki meaning "long". Wide Heart, Long Soul.
The two American targets, he interpolated, could be poetically translated as "Heart" and "Soul'
Logic and ease of access by sea pointed go San Francisco and Los Angeles, "angel" being close to "soul", and Frisco being where people were alleged to leave their hearts.
Deciphering the attack code had all been in understanding the Society's sense of poetry.
The weapons to be used in Wide Heart, Long Soul,Tea was quite certain, would be nuclear devices dropped from ships into the harbor waters of the two cities.
Continued tracking of The Not-Forgetting Society members had confirmed that means of delivery--and the terrible information that the nuclear devices were already in place.
Delivery had been simple. It had been made through a hole the American defensive system big enough to pass a hundred nukes through, though the Japanese had only delivered two, attached electromagnetically to the hulls of Japanese merchant ships and released, one each in the harbors of the target cities, were they waited to blossom like cherry blossoms in Spring.
It was a very good plan.
(To be Continued)
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 90th day of its last year.
Jews Jaws Nine Up
Shark America One Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 183 (No Rapid Drop, No Big Quake)
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, Retreat (4)
Today's code is "90th Day, Last Year".
As God's Space Sailors track the death of this Earth by violent explosion in December of 2064 we have certain landmarks along the way.
World War One was a landmark; out of World War One grew World War Two, which was a landmark; out of World War Two grew the Korean War, which was a landmark; both Vietnam and Iraq grew out of Republican American Fascism, and both were landmarks; and so on.
There is a landmark we call "The Crazy Fire", which the human being is now just entering. The Crazy Fire is basically when Christianity goes insane.
We now have, for example, a so-called Christian minister in whose camp the cutsie-wootsie warmonger Republican American Fascist candidate, Senator John McCain, enjoys hospitality and support.
That minister calls Allah a "demon spirit" and preaches the purpose of the founding of the United States of America was to eradicate Islam from the face of this Earth.
That, Dear Reader, is satanic nonsense, and has absolutely no foundation in the teachings of Jesus Christ; but it exemplifies quite well the nature of The Crazy Fire that is approaching the human race.
Believe me, that example is but a drop of Crazy Fire in the bucket of Crazy Fire George W. Bush has kicked over.
Such fraudulent Christian preachings are gasoline on The Crazy Fire.
As we learn more and more about John McCain we learn more and more how little he knows about war and politics and economics and just plain human life in this hard, hard world.
Having been a POW is not credentials for the office of President of the United States of America, there has to be some meat on those old bones.
As McCain campaigns. we gradually learn he is a stupid version of George W. Bush, which is like saying one doorknob is more stupid than another; and being what he is, a doddering, stupid old man who if he did not die in office would at least be ridden like a burro by the Republican American Fascists throughout his term; and he would go in any and all directions they would spur him.
That is, he would be totally and fully a puppet president.
(The choice of a Republican American Fascist running mate for McCain here becomes fascinating, whether it be that Mephistopheles of American fascism,"Independent" Senator Joe Lieberman, or some other disaster not yet come out from under a rock; since that vice president would almost certainly become president before four years had past, but that's another story.)
A central theme in this work is that George W. Bush destroys our world, and while it is clear to most of the world that he has pooped his pants as president and smeared his poop around the world, most people seem to think that when he is gone so will be the destructive stupidly for which he is so infamous.
No, no, no, George W. Bush is a perpetual motion disaster machine.
As it stands today, Republican American Fascism will by hook or by crook retain the White House in the next election; if a next election is held.
This is because we can count on the Democrats to again commit suicide, in part by cowering from use of the word "fascist"; or if the Republican American Fascists feel they might not be able to win or steal enough votes to keep the White House they will murder Democrats and stage a more open coup than the one they are now carrying out; but that, too, is another story,
Today's story is The Crazy Fire.
While the flames of fascism burn strong in America, and while one could easily see that fire by itself continuing to engulf the human race, there is volatile fuel for the fire in abundance in American Diabolical Christianity.
American Diabolical Christianity is a quasi-Christianity in which the preachers become so intoxicated with the sound and power of their own words that they begin to create a false Christianity, a hollow Christianity, an empty vessel containing not one drop of Jesus' blood.
These false preachers, empowered by TV and covered by the news media. will inflame their flocks to war, and the sheep shall set out to devour the lions.
I have seen this movie before. In the 12th, 13th and 14th Centuries it was a Diabolical Christian Madness called the Crusades, and this movie does not go well for Christendom.
As you may have heard, the lessons mankind does not learn mankind is doomed to live again and again and again and again; and again; until mankind ends up in Hell fighting perpetual religious war; with God in God's Heaven thinking about other things.
(And that, Dear Reader, is a big part of the Hell of Hell, God not giving a damn about the damned.)
So, here is how The Crazy Fire goes. This is tomorrow's history today; read it and weep.
Almost the entirety of fundamentalist Christianity believes this is the time of the Second Coming, and Jesus will come to the Middle East, and it is the God-ordered duty of Christianity to defend Israel from the forces of Evil, that current evil, of course, being Islam.
The Jews, of course, are aware of the idiotic madness of this; and to them, as any seriously religious Jew would tell you, the New Testament is not kosher, not real.
Yet the Christians, who have never even mastered the New Testament, think they are masters of both the New and the Old. The are Jacks of both trades, but masters of neither.
To hammer this point home, Christians are quite stupid about God; the proof is this is in their constant historical ungodliness.
For the time being, however, the Diabolical Christian Madness is working in favor of the Jews.
This time it will be the Muslims, not the Jews, the Christians send to the ovens.
Further, Israel knows the USA is its drone ally and will always go in any direction Israel points it; like Israel's dog the USA will fetch any ball Israel throws.
Still further, to the Jews the Muslims are the beasts of humankind, their hated ancient cousins since before Mohammad preached and before Moses was a baby in the reeds; they think that way and they act that way; and they love to goad the Muslims into losing combat (with the Americans always backing them up).
And Israel...and Israel...and Israel will always screw the USA in the butt.
Meanwhile, back at Mecca, the Muslims, no slouches themselves when it comes to religious madness, are savvy to this and they know that eventually the talk of "radical Islam" being the enemy of western civilization will in fact mean "all Islam"; and they will take very seriously how vulnerable to atomic bombs flat desert nations are; and how vulnerable to mobs Muslims in Christian nations are.
As they mull that, they see an ignorant old fascist who sings "Bomb, bomb, bomb Iran" running for president being advised by a lunatic preacher who says Allah is a demon spirit and a Jew who would be wearing a Swastika if this were 1939.
This, Dear Reader, is The Tornado of War, the perpetual dynamic of Jews and Christians and Muslims which brings the human race to extinction by 2045.
Picture a tornado; now picture that tornado as a tornado of fire; and you have a good picture of The Crazy Fire.
By the way, do you know why the famed Nostradamus could record the future so well? Because the future had already happened; and God had given the human race a second chance; but so far...so far...so far the human race has flubbed that chance.
Now let's return to our story, Retreat, and resume with Tea Tea's wait in the wilderness for Matsushita's attempt to kill him. We come to understand that Tea has chosen as the battlefield the wilderness which he knows and loves, and where he has home court advantage.
Retreat, Part 4
What Tea really wanted to do was leave Matsushita and his people behind and hike hard.
He wanted to head over the snow into the Marble Mountains, get off the Forest Service trail system and lose himself for a month or two in the spirit-voyaging which came so naturally to him, which was an aspect of his secret strength.
He called it, "Playing tennis in a football world".
These things were his edge in espionage, his consultations with the kind of medicine Sitting Bull consulted before Cluster blundered the big blunder.
On such hikes, far back in the wilderness, Tea consulted with forces and with Angels who had never failed him.
Who they were, what they were, Tea would not have attempted to state; that they were, and that they understood war, that they sought him out as he sought them out, was enough.
Tea had zero allies among the living; he had untold numbers of allies among the dead and the Angels; and God gave him a hand now and then.
As Tea would have phrased it, the magic was thick in the forest. He could be out in the mountains for six weeks and keep a diary, then go back to a town and check the back newspapers, and if there had been airline crash or an earthquake, or any headline-making disaster, Tea would have noted it and its date accurately from his isolation, telepathy being his only source of information.
That was how Tea had first come to discover the Not-Forgetting Society's decision to atom bomb San Francisco and Los Angeles, ghosts had heard about it on the ghost grapevine, ghosts Tea had recruited, and ghosts who had sought Tea out to volunteer. It was estimated that by this time Tea had several thousand ghost agents, to whom he was code-named "Marshal", the military rank, not the law enforcement officer; and a sizable percentage of this ghost intelligence service was focused on the Not-Forgetting Society.
Soldier Ghost, long since recovered from his battlefield death in Vietnam in 1967, was one of these agents.
Tea was hunkered near his Rutgers .357. He picked it up and examined it. There were three small rust spots. They were three more examples of his punchiness.
He rose and walked to his damp backpack. The whole camp was in sunlight now. Things would dry quickly. He rummaged through the pack for a can of gun oil he had placed in a plastic bag along with an oily rag.
A passing bird would have seen the camp was in a little hollow the size of a volleyball court. His camp fire would have been in the middle, near the net. The court sloped down to the south slightly.
Tea returned to the fire and hunkered beside it again, rubbing his rust-shamed revolver with the rag.
Before him was the view east, toward the lake. Blocking much of the view was a low shoulder of granite which ran north-south. Behind him was a little granite cliff about 20 feet high, topped with half a dozen wind-stunted pines growing out of cracks and separations in the stone.
To his right, about ten yards to the south of the fire, was a little stream flowing and tumbling toward the lake. To his left was a thick stand of tall pines, and between two of the pines he had hung his hammock. If rain came he would string his ground cloth over it for a makeshift shelter and dry bed; otherwise he'd not use it, preferring the ground and an unobstructed view of the stars.
Tea packed no tent.
Defensively, it was a good camp, generally not detectable unless Tea made a smoky fire. Its one serious flaw was the ridge a quarter mile to his right. A man with a deer rifle and scope could smack him if he could reach that ridge through the snow, but Tea's telepathy was now highly developed and it told him his enemies, Matsushita and the others, had not yet reached the trail head.
Tea would trust his telepathy; but after lunch he would make his way up to that ridge looking or footprints in the snow, if not the footprints of assassins the prints of snow trekkers heading for the deep lakes. That ridge carried the main trail into the back country. If he found footprints and had not telepathically smelled the trekkers he would do some fine tuning of his telepathy. Such a miss would be as shameful as the specks of rust on his revolver.
After ten minutes of rubbing, the specks were rubbed clean of rust, leaving silver spots in the bluing, like memories of sin on the soul of a nun.
With a twig of pine he rammed the oily rag through the barrel and through the six cartridge chambers. Then he inserted six rounds into the chambers, four power loads and two snake rounds, the latter being little shotgun rounds.
He set the cylinder so the pellets would be fired first. They had two benefits in gun-fighting. The shot spread out, giving him the shock value of a wider wounding zone, and was like less likely to be fatal, especially to chance bystanders; and if he had to kill with these rounds there would be no ballistic evidence.
Tea was no killer. He was a freelance spy more adapted to deciphering codes than to taking part in violent adventures. If the cross of the whole business had never been laid across his shoulder he would be living with his wife and kiddies somewhere in a cabin in the boonies. Things would be different if things were different.
Matsushita had wanted Tea dead since Tea's discovery of The Not-Forgetting Society in the course of Tea's Soldier Ghost problem during and immediately after Tea's coverage of Vietnam combat.
Tea hadn't liked Matsushita all that much since Matsushita had boasted he could drown Tea in the bath at the seance; in fact,Tea rather hated him for that.
Confrontation was inevitable, and time was running out.
Matsushita had engineered a few attempts on Tea's life over the years, or rather attempts at attempts because Tea's telepathic alarm system had each time allowed him to maneuver out of danger. Tea was the mouse; The Not-Forgetting Society was the cat with the bell around its paranormal neck.
(Or "belles" to play back Matsushita's little joke at the seance; in this case referring to Mitsi and her sister, Kingyo, those two sweet lovers of long, long ago, now being major parts of Tea's alarm system and intelligence network.)
Two months prior to Tea's entry into the forest, the urgency of compounded information, the two plus two of years of intelligence work and artful dodging, had required Tea to decide to stand and fight The Not-Forgetting Society in this forest at this time.
Even after having finally broken the Japanese attack code, Tea had looked for a way to avoid the stand, but he was cornered by responsibility.
The Japanese attack code was, "Wide Heart, Long Soul".
Tea'd picked up the code from the thoughts of Not-Forgetting Society members who passed through San Francisco regularly. After he had picked up the same odd phrase from several members over a space of several months he realized it was an important attack code.
Knowing The Not-Forgetting Society to be focused on vengeance for Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Tea was able to connect the attack code with that intent, the "Hiro" in Hiroshima meaning "wide", and the "Naga" in Nagasaki meaning "long". Wide Heart, Long Soul.
The two American targets, he interpolated, could be poetically translated as "Heart" and "Soul'
Logic and ease of access by sea pointed go San Francisco and Los Angeles, "angel" being close to "soul", and Frisco being where people were alleged to leave their hearts.
Deciphering the attack code had all been in understanding the Society's sense of poetry.
The weapons to be used in Wide Heart, Long Soul,Tea was quite certain, would be nuclear devices dropped from ships into the harbor waters of the two cities.
Continued tracking of The Not-Forgetting Society members had confirmed that means of delivery--and the terrible information that the nuclear devices were already in place.
Delivery had been simple. It had been made through a hole the American defensive system big enough to pass a hundred nukes through, though the Japanese had only delivered two, attached electromagnetically to the hulls of Japanese merchant ships and released, one each in the harbors of the target cities, were they waited to blossom like cherry blossoms in Spring.
It was a very good plan.
(To be Continued)
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 90th day of its last year.
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