Tatoo, Part 21 (Stopped 1)
The $674 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws Three Up
Shark America Seven Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 211 (Falling)
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 (21-1)
Today's code is "168th Day, Last Year".
Today we let our machinegun cool. I will tell you what I mean.
Once, when the Gooks were throwing their iron at us to rock and roll, my life and the life of three Marines were saved by the physics of friction.
Two Marines and I were lugging this wounded, screaming Marine out of the little cemetery the Gooks were about to overrun; and he was screaming, and he was screaming, and he was screaming; you could have heard him in Harlem if we had been in Times Square; and sure as Hell that Gook machinegunner 25 yards away could hear him; and the wounded, screaming Marine kept saying, "Put me down! Put me down! Put me down!"
He was a US Marine and he had balls coming out of his ears, but he was in such pain he would rather we left him to get his belly slit open by the Gooks than carry him down that long, long road of agony to to safety.
So, we three, paying absolutely not attention to his screams of pain, waited beside the little dirt road watching the Gook's machinegun tracers passing by, like fire out of a hose, somehow in optical illusion seeming to fly by so slowly.
Then the machinegun bullets stopped. The Gook machinegunner's barrel had become too hot and he had to stop firing or ruin the machinegun.
So, we carried the wounded, screaming marine down the road to safety; and word later had it his medivac helicopter was shot down.
I give you this tedious old glimpse of war on a hot August night way back in 1967 because we, too, at I.C. News, must let our machinegun cool today.
We have just documented in advance the death of NBC's Tim Russert in a form so solid it will last until journalism ceases to exist in about 2050; but how many times, I ask you, do we kick the dead horse which is the intellect of NBC?
No, we stop firing; we let Russert sink into newsman's Hell; we let NBC look at its pretty face in the mirror and smile at its own innocence; and we look to other news stories.
In I.C. News' future projection of itself we have been expecting to be free enough by July 15 to go backpacking in August, our hope being to spend my 69th birthday high, high, high up on a beautiful mountain pass.
Today we received word that will not be possible. The psycho-fascist Americans will still have power over my life then.
Tough break. Disappointment. Tough shit. What the fuck?
So, we direct our attention to the next God's Space War hit on Israel and its drone ally, the USA...and yes, Dear Reader, Tim Russert died for the sins of Israel and its drone ally, the USA.
He died for them because he supported them; and he is in Hell now because he supported them.
It seems we have made some progress in our struggle to be free; and remarkably, our true importance remains a secret. Many think they know who we are, but none do.
How is this possible? We declare so openly who and what we are.
I suggest it is because the Americans share a false perception of me, and they love that false perception so much they have married it.
I do not know what that false perception is, since I was never charged with whatever alleged crime the Americans torture me for; but based on the severity of the punishment I have undergone I have always assumed I was accused of fucking a dog while murdering a baby.
What is the false perception? No matter; no matter what it is. What is real is real no matter how it is seen.
Tim Russert, whose death I.C. News documented so well in advance, liked to say, "If it is not on TV it did not happen". That, of course, was big shot TV guy vanity talking. That I documented his death in advance is not on TV; but it happened.
There is no profit in changing the false perception Americans have of me. Does it matter what the damned think of me?
It seems my advance documentation of the big shot media weasel's death has not struck home. Home; that is the key word, the code word; we God's Space Sailors struck the media weasels where they live.
We God's Space Sailors don't spend a lot of time thinking about the why of what is; we simply focus on what is, and fight God's war.
The Americans possess perfect rationalization for their torture-enslavement of me, as did Tim Russert.
Rationalization melts fast in Hell.
There are many interesting stories not in the news every day, and today the most interesting story not in the news is what is happening to Tim Russert's Soul.
When he died he went into Blackout. Now he is coming to; "Oh oh, what's this? Where am I? I am dead. I have never felt this low before. Where is the Pope I talked to? Where are the Presidents who knew my name? Where are my children? The TV cameras? Surely I am not to blame?"
But to blame Tim is.
He says, "I shall try to sleep a little longer, until the funeral is over."
That is I.C. News presentation of, "The Obituary of a Psycho-Fascist Fool".
Tatoo, Part 21 (Stopped 1)
(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 168th day of its last year.
Jews Jaws Three Up
Shark America Seven Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 211 (Falling)
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 (21-1)
Today's code is "168th Day, Last Year".
Today we let our machinegun cool. I will tell you what I mean.
Once, when the Gooks were throwing their iron at us to rock and roll, my life and the life of three Marines were saved by the physics of friction.
Two Marines and I were lugging this wounded, screaming Marine out of the little cemetery the Gooks were about to overrun; and he was screaming, and he was screaming, and he was screaming; you could have heard him in Harlem if we had been in Times Square; and sure as Hell that Gook machinegunner 25 yards away could hear him; and the wounded, screaming Marine kept saying, "Put me down! Put me down! Put me down!"
He was a US Marine and he had balls coming out of his ears, but he was in such pain he would rather we left him to get his belly slit open by the Gooks than carry him down that long, long road of agony to to safety.
So, we three, paying absolutely not attention to his screams of pain, waited beside the little dirt road watching the Gook's machinegun tracers passing by, like fire out of a hose, somehow in optical illusion seeming to fly by so slowly.
Then the machinegun bullets stopped. The Gook machinegunner's barrel had become too hot and he had to stop firing or ruin the machinegun.
So, we carried the wounded, screaming marine down the road to safety; and word later had it his medivac helicopter was shot down.
I give you this tedious old glimpse of war on a hot August night way back in 1967 because we, too, at I.C. News, must let our machinegun cool today.
We have just documented in advance the death of NBC's Tim Russert in a form so solid it will last until journalism ceases to exist in about 2050; but how many times, I ask you, do we kick the dead horse which is the intellect of NBC?
No, we stop firing; we let Russert sink into newsman's Hell; we let NBC look at its pretty face in the mirror and smile at its own innocence; and we look to other news stories.
In I.C. News' future projection of itself we have been expecting to be free enough by July 15 to go backpacking in August, our hope being to spend my 69th birthday high, high, high up on a beautiful mountain pass.
Today we received word that will not be possible. The psycho-fascist Americans will still have power over my life then.
Tough break. Disappointment. Tough shit. What the fuck?
So, we direct our attention to the next God's Space War hit on Israel and its drone ally, the USA...and yes, Dear Reader, Tim Russert died for the sins of Israel and its drone ally, the USA.
He died for them because he supported them; and he is in Hell now because he supported them.
It seems we have made some progress in our struggle to be free; and remarkably, our true importance remains a secret. Many think they know who we are, but none do.
How is this possible? We declare so openly who and what we are.
I suggest it is because the Americans share a false perception of me, and they love that false perception so much they have married it.
I do not know what that false perception is, since I was never charged with whatever alleged crime the Americans torture me for; but based on the severity of the punishment I have undergone I have always assumed I was accused of fucking a dog while murdering a baby.
What is the false perception? No matter; no matter what it is. What is real is real no matter how it is seen.
Tim Russert, whose death I.C. News documented so well in advance, liked to say, "If it is not on TV it did not happen". That, of course, was big shot TV guy vanity talking. That I documented his death in advance is not on TV; but it happened.
There is no profit in changing the false perception Americans have of me. Does it matter what the damned think of me?
It seems my advance documentation of the big shot media weasel's death has not struck home. Home; that is the key word, the code word; we God's Space Sailors struck the media weasels where they live.
We God's Space Sailors don't spend a lot of time thinking about the why of what is; we simply focus on what is, and fight God's war.
The Americans possess perfect rationalization for their torture-enslavement of me, as did Tim Russert.
Rationalization melts fast in Hell.
There are many interesting stories not in the news every day, and today the most interesting story not in the news is what is happening to Tim Russert's Soul.
When he died he went into Blackout. Now he is coming to; "Oh oh, what's this? Where am I? I am dead. I have never felt this low before. Where is the Pope I talked to? Where are the Presidents who knew my name? Where are my children? The TV cameras? Surely I am not to blame?"
But to blame Tim is.
He says, "I shall try to sleep a little longer, until the funeral is over."
That is I.C. News presentation of, "The Obituary of a Psycho-Fascist Fool".
Tatoo, Part 21 (Stopped 1)
(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 168th day of its last year.
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