The $1,007 Billion Defeat
Come, let us talk as we walk down this old man's beach, of laughter and of tears and 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.
I thought today I would tell you something of the states of the Souls of Tim Russert and Tony Snow.
You see, Dear Reader, The "Flames of Hell" are the Firestorm of Remorse you damned come upon in the Land of the Dead, not a fire pit God dug for you; it is you, it is you, who dug the pit, and therein lies the Eternal Remorse of your Souls.
You murder this Earth and so as a result you exist as specks of pain floating in the Void after this Earth has exploded. That, Dear Reader, is where you come upon the Firestorm of Remorse.
Tim Russert's Soul is so full of remorse the flames of his Hell are very thick, and it's hot enough to fry an egg on top his cement dense head.
Out East someplace they are going to name a highway after Tim Russert, but they might as well call it The Highway to Hell.
Don't believe me? You will see what I mean. Because of Remorse, you damned rapidly enter so much pain, too much pain to function. At that point, you are nought but pain; no other awareness can enter you.
God did not do this to you; you do it to yourselves. You have murdered this Earth; and you accidentally damned your own Souls for it; and you will spend eternity in the Firestorm of Remorse for having done it.
That's what this has all been about; Jesus, Moses, Mohamed, Krishna, yes, and my buddy the Buddha, too, and thousands and thousands more. The whole effort, the nearly 60 thousand years God's Space Sailors have been here have been directed at preventing your Firestorm of Remorse Doom.
And what have God's Space Sailors been doing for those nearly 60 thousand years?
They have been trying to bend the straight-line track to Doom upon which the human ("Bu Man" in God's Space Sailor lingo) are traveling.
We always knew the human being was bound for the Firestorm of Remorse; it was that obvious nearly 60 thousand years ago.
Remember this, a kiss is just a kiss--and Tim Russert's death was a kiss--but a nuclear explosion is something else.
I am talking about the Physics of Hell here, and I am leading up to explaining that in that part of Hell where the Firestorm of Remorse burns. there is a certain Unity of Purpose among the damned Souls at this time, that being to get the hell out of there well before this Earth explodes in about 2065.
What will take place stemming from that Unity of Purpose will be a kind of spiritual volcano of the Souls of the Remorseful Damned, the souls of the dead suddenly raining themselves down on the Souls of the living like lava, stone and ash.
Why are they in such pain that they make of themselves a subatomic nuclear explosion? Remorse, remorse, remorse, remorse.
(Pardon me, Boy, is that the God's Space war poo-poo. Yea, yea, it's the end of the line.)
What is Tim Russert's Remorse? In his view now, he understands he bore false witness against a fellow journalist, and he knows that fellow journalist documented his death in advance, and he knows he died for that sin of false witness.
Had he covered the Telepath Story rather than helping keep me in a torture chamber...well, he knows...he knows...he knows he is damned because he betrayed his craft when he betrayed the one audibly telepathic human being in history.
In Dante's Inferno terms, Tim Russert is in the Ninth Circle of Hell, the worst circle of the nine circles; which Dante in his wisdom reserved for Traitors.
God did not do this to Tim Russert. Tim Russert did it to himself.
(The Boys and I were teaching Birds to fly, and the Girls were dancing on a Fable.)
Emancipation and compensation of me, that would be the two best things the Americans could do to save their Souls from the Firestorm of Remorse at this time.
Remember, in the Hell through the portals of which you have already blundered you are Satan's Torture Cow, you belong to Satan now, to be tortured and plundered...to be tortured and plundered...to be tortured and plundered.
And that brings me to Tony Snow, who resides in another part of Hell, that reserved for the Followers of False Creeds, in his case the Church of Big Money.
I thought today I would tell you something of the states of the Souls of Tim Russert and Tony Snow.
You see, Dear Reader, The "Flames of Hell" are the Firestorm of Remorse you damned come upon in the Land of the Dead, not a fire pit God dug for you; it is you, it is you, who dug the pit, and therein lies the Eternal Remorse of your Souls.
You murder this Earth and so as a result you exist as specks of pain floating in the Void after this Earth has exploded. That, Dear Reader, is where you come upon the Firestorm of Remorse.
Tim Russert's Soul is so full of remorse the flames of his Hell are very thick, and it's hot enough to fry an egg on top his cement dense head.
Out East someplace they are going to name a highway after Tim Russert, but they might as well call it The Highway to Hell.
Don't believe me? You will see what I mean. Because of Remorse, you damned rapidly enter so much pain, too much pain to function. At that point, you are nought but pain; no other awareness can enter you.
God did not do this to you; you do it to yourselves. You have murdered this Earth; and you accidentally damned your own Souls for it; and you will spend eternity in the Firestorm of Remorse for having done it.
That's what this has all been about; Jesus, Moses, Mohamed, Krishna, yes, and my buddy the Buddha, too, and thousands and thousands more. The whole effort, the nearly 60 thousand years God's Space Sailors have been here have been directed at preventing your Firestorm of Remorse Doom.
And what have God's Space Sailors been doing for those nearly 60 thousand years?
They have been trying to bend the straight-line track to Doom upon which the human ("Bu Man" in God's Space Sailor lingo) are traveling.
We always knew the human being was bound for the Firestorm of Remorse; it was that obvious nearly 60 thousand years ago.
Remember this, a kiss is just a kiss--and Tim Russert's death was a kiss--but a nuclear explosion is something else.
I am talking about the Physics of Hell here, and I am leading up to explaining that in that part of Hell where the Firestorm of Remorse burns. there is a certain Unity of Purpose among the damned Souls at this time, that being to get the hell out of there well before this Earth explodes in about 2065.
What will take place stemming from that Unity of Purpose will be a kind of spiritual volcano of the Souls of the Remorseful Damned, the souls of the dead suddenly raining themselves down on the Souls of the living like lava, stone and ash.
Why are they in such pain that they make of themselves a subatomic nuclear explosion? Remorse, remorse, remorse, remorse.
(Pardon me, Boy, is that the God's Space war poo-poo. Yea, yea, it's the end of the line.)
What is Tim Russert's Remorse? In his view now, he understands he bore false witness against a fellow journalist, and he knows that fellow journalist documented his death in advance, and he knows he died for that sin of false witness.
Had he covered the Telepath Story rather than helping keep me in a torture chamber...well, he knows...he knows...he knows he is damned because he betrayed his craft when he betrayed the one audibly telepathic human being in history.
In Dante's Inferno terms, Tim Russert is in the Ninth Circle of Hell, the worst circle of the nine circles; which Dante in his wisdom reserved for Traitors.
God did not do this to Tim Russert. Tim Russert did it to himself.
(The Boys and I were teaching Birds to fly, and the Girls were dancing on a Fable.)
Emancipation and compensation of me, that would be the two best things the Americans could do to save their Souls from the Firestorm of Remorse at this time.
Remember, in the Hell through the portals of which you have already blundered you are Satan's Torture Cow, you belong to Satan now, to be tortured and plundered...to be tortured and plundered...to be tortured and plundered.
And that brings me to Tony Snow, who resides in another part of Hell, that reserved for the Followers of False Creeds, in his case the Church of Big Money.
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