Tatoo, Part 17
The $670 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws One Down
Shark America Nine Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 220 (Decreasing)
Virgil's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008.
George W. Bush Will Destroy the World.
The battle codes of God's attack on Israel and its drone ally, the USA, are: "Two Birds, One Stone", "Double Down", "Home", ".Sirhan Sirhan", "Admiral Moorer", "Fadel Shana", "Topsy-Turvy", "Dead Soul Family", "Admiral Moorer 2", "Nipple", "Blood of Mars", "Wait", "Cowards", "That Settles It", "Stop Right There!" & "Blackout".
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event.
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: The Secret Story, Tatoo (17)
Today's code is "164th Day, Last Year".
Come, let us talk as we walk down this old man's beach, of laughter and of tears, childhood fears, things now out of reach. Let us talk of snow, and ice upon the deck. Let us talk of foreign creatures swimming around the wreck. Let us talk of the oceans in our lives, the armies in our wives...let us talk of war and its foundation.
Right now, Dear Reader, I am summoning up memories of how I loved America before the Americans enslaved and tortured me...and tortured me...and tortured me...and tortured themselves into damnation.
(The Americans never understood they were playing for keepies.)
I have to attempt to summon up this memory of having loved America because you deceitful, psycho-fascistic Americans are about to need all the love you can get.
And that brings me to a story I have told a time or two; and in all the stories of war and space and stars which have told themselves in my life, it is one of my favorites.
I tell this story to you today because it fits exactly this moment in Time.
The story is called, "The Marble Game", and it is a true story of happy days of my life, in my early days with my new wife, and although the cowardly government secret pigs had been nipping at me (what the hell, it promised a good fight) and in the meantime I was happy; my wife was happy; and along came the Nixon-Reagan Axis and ripped my life open.
That's what this is about, Dear Reader, that is what all of this is about. If you are taking sides against me on this, don't do it; it will be your end.
The true story, The Marble Game, will explain to you what I mean.
My wife and I and our friends Tom and his old lady were at their little hippie home one day (for it was the closing days of the Hippie Era) and we were drinking wine and smoking pot and Tom and I or I and Tom decided to shoot a game of marbles.
I don't know about Tom, but I had not shot marbles since I was about eight years old, so this was really a pot head's trip down memory lane for me; and there I was, back in 1944 again, four years old and kicking Jap and Kraut ass in my dreams, hoping the war would last long enough for me to get in, and shooting my trusty shooter at the marbles in the middle of the ring.
It was tough being boys in 1944. We all wanted to go to where we could not go, war.
I tell you, America was riding a Magic Carpet of War back in '44. War was better than sex. Americans loved being in that war.
Popping back from my pothead's journey down memory lane, Tom had drawn a huge circle--like a shot put circle--and we each put one marble in the middle.
Tom offered me first shot and I took it, and as I got down on one knee at the rim of the circle and prepared to shooter my shooter at Tom's marble four feet away--as I prepared to shoot, muscle memory of my right hand remembering over the decades exactly how to hold a shooter--I said to Tom:
"Tom, this is what I am going to do to you in the great cosmic marble game," and shot my shooter and it zipped along right at Tom's marble, and when it hit Tom's marble...when it hit Tom's marble...when it hit Tom's marble it split Tom's marble in half.
Ask Tom, if you don't believe me.
When that happened something happened to Tom. He blanched, his surfer-brown face turned white a sheet. Tom was a cosmic sort of guy; he understood what had just happened.
And here's the thing, the Marble Game happened after my wife and my friends had bowed to the power of the the Nixon-Reagan axis; but before I knew I had been betrayed by them.
The point here, Dear Reader, is, the Soul of the shooter knew at that time America had gone to war against the shooter. The shooter's Soul knew what the shooter's brain did not. And further, the shooter's Soul knew the enemy, America, would be split in half.
Tatoo, Part 17
Let us walk into a photograph together; one of those old photos of American Civil War generals and staff looking down at a map resting on a folding table under the front flap of the general's tent.
It is summer. It was the Second American Civil War.
The General can be General Grant, or the General can be General Lee, but the General in fact is someone else, let's call him General Tea.
Yes, The Second American Civil War.
When General Tea looks at his battle map to study his upcoming battle with the Rebels or the Federals, or whatever you might call the Americans about to do battle with the forces of General Tea, he sees something remarkable about the enemy...a remarkable weakness.
(General Tea's forces calls them "Cowards", which is what the word "americans" means in the language of General Tea's forces.)
General Tea looks at America on his map, and what does he see?
He sees a situation where the right hand thinks the left hand is Looney Crazy and the left hand thinks the right hand is Nazi Crazy.
America, General Tea observes, is a house divided against itself.
General Tea knows Jesus personally, and he knows the sincerity and meaning with which Jesus said such a house cannot stand.
Neither side, the Looney Crazy side nor the Satanic Crazy side, is on General Tea's side; they both torture God's One True Telepath, Virgil Kret, who General Tea also knows personally and whom General Tea has come to Earth to rescue from the Americans.
(General Tea has come some 30 light years to rescue God's One True Telepath.)
Up to this point in this battle it has been mostly artillery, but General Tea is approaching the time to commit his infantry.
The date is June 12, 2008, a Thursday. General Tea goes to his calendar and circles July 15, a Tuesday. He expects his campaign to be victorious by then.
"If not?" General Tea muses to himself, "Well, we will destroy that American army when we come to it."
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire Israel will serve up, passed through the 164th day of its last year.
Jews Jaws One Down
Shark America Nine Up
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 220 (Decreasing)
Virgil's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008.
George W. Bush Will Destroy the World.
The battle codes of God's attack on Israel and its drone ally, the USA, are: "Two Birds, One Stone", "Double Down", "Home", ".Sirhan Sirhan", "Admiral Moorer", "Fadel Shana", "Topsy-Turvy", "Dead Soul Family", "Admiral Moorer 2", "Nipple", "Blood of Mars", "Wait", "Cowards", "That Settles It", "Stop Right There!" & "Blackout".
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event.
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: The Secret Story, Tatoo (17)
Today's code is "164th Day, Last Year".
Come, let us talk as we walk down this old man's beach, of laughter and of tears, childhood fears, things now out of reach. Let us talk of snow, and ice upon the deck. Let us talk of foreign creatures swimming around the wreck. Let us talk of the oceans in our lives, the armies in our wives...let us talk of war and its foundation.
Right now, Dear Reader, I am summoning up memories of how I loved America before the Americans enslaved and tortured me...and tortured me...and tortured me...and tortured themselves into damnation.
(The Americans never understood they were playing for keepies.)
I have to attempt to summon up this memory of having loved America because you deceitful, psycho-fascistic Americans are about to need all the love you can get.
And that brings me to a story I have told a time or two; and in all the stories of war and space and stars which have told themselves in my life, it is one of my favorites.
I tell this story to you today because it fits exactly this moment in Time.
The story is called, "The Marble Game", and it is a true story of happy days of my life, in my early days with my new wife, and although the cowardly government secret pigs had been nipping at me (what the hell, it promised a good fight) and in the meantime I was happy; my wife was happy; and along came the Nixon-Reagan Axis and ripped my life open.
That's what this is about, Dear Reader, that is what all of this is about. If you are taking sides against me on this, don't do it; it will be your end.
The true story, The Marble Game, will explain to you what I mean.
My wife and I and our friends Tom and his old lady were at their little hippie home one day (for it was the closing days of the Hippie Era) and we were drinking wine and smoking pot and Tom and I or I and Tom decided to shoot a game of marbles.
I don't know about Tom, but I had not shot marbles since I was about eight years old, so this was really a pot head's trip down memory lane for me; and there I was, back in 1944 again, four years old and kicking Jap and Kraut ass in my dreams, hoping the war would last long enough for me to get in, and shooting my trusty shooter at the marbles in the middle of the ring.
It was tough being boys in 1944. We all wanted to go to where we could not go, war.
I tell you, America was riding a Magic Carpet of War back in '44. War was better than sex. Americans loved being in that war.
Popping back from my pothead's journey down memory lane, Tom had drawn a huge circle--like a shot put circle--and we each put one marble in the middle.
Tom offered me first shot and I took it, and as I got down on one knee at the rim of the circle and prepared to shooter my shooter at Tom's marble four feet away--as I prepared to shoot, muscle memory of my right hand remembering over the decades exactly how to hold a shooter--I said to Tom:
"Tom, this is what I am going to do to you in the great cosmic marble game," and shot my shooter and it zipped along right at Tom's marble, and when it hit Tom's marble...when it hit Tom's marble...when it hit Tom's marble it split Tom's marble in half.
Ask Tom, if you don't believe me.
When that happened something happened to Tom. He blanched, his surfer-brown face turned white a sheet. Tom was a cosmic sort of guy; he understood what had just happened.
And here's the thing, the Marble Game happened after my wife and my friends had bowed to the power of the the Nixon-Reagan axis; but before I knew I had been betrayed by them.
The point here, Dear Reader, is, the Soul of the shooter knew at that time America had gone to war against the shooter. The shooter's Soul knew what the shooter's brain did not. And further, the shooter's Soul knew the enemy, America, would be split in half.
Tatoo, Part 17
Let us walk into a photograph together; one of those old photos of American Civil War generals and staff looking down at a map resting on a folding table under the front flap of the general's tent.
It is summer. It was the Second American Civil War.
The General can be General Grant, or the General can be General Lee, but the General in fact is someone else, let's call him General Tea.
Yes, The Second American Civil War.
When General Tea looks at his battle map to study his upcoming battle with the Rebels or the Federals, or whatever you might call the Americans about to do battle with the forces of General Tea, he sees something remarkable about the enemy...a remarkable weakness.
(General Tea's forces calls them "Cowards", which is what the word "americans" means in the language of General Tea's forces.)
General Tea looks at America on his map, and what does he see?
He sees a situation where the right hand thinks the left hand is Looney Crazy and the left hand thinks the right hand is Nazi Crazy.
America, General Tea observes, is a house divided against itself.
General Tea knows Jesus personally, and he knows the sincerity and meaning with which Jesus said such a house cannot stand.
Neither side, the Looney Crazy side nor the Satanic Crazy side, is on General Tea's side; they both torture God's One True Telepath, Virgil Kret, who General Tea also knows personally and whom General Tea has come to Earth to rescue from the Americans.
(General Tea has come some 30 light years to rescue God's One True Telepath.)
Up to this point in this battle it has been mostly artillery, but General Tea is approaching the time to commit his infantry.
The date is June 12, 2008, a Thursday. General Tea goes to his calendar and circles July 15, a Tuesday. He expects his campaign to be victorious by then.
"If not?" General Tea muses to himself, "Well, we will destroy that American army when we come to it."
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the United States of America, unaware that it was about to eat the fire Israel will serve up, passed through the 164th day of its last year.
posted by Virgil Kret at 8:45 PM
1 Comments:
I think they DID know they were playing for keeps. For them, 'better to rule in hell than serve in heaven' aren't just pretty words. Except THEY won't be ruling in hell either, despite what they have been 'told.' That mindset continues and until it ends, until there is mass renunciation of that evil, there can be nothing else but an obituary for the world, no matter how the thing is written, no matter who the pawns are that bring that catastrophe about.
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