The $1,085 Billion Defeat
The 25th Day since the USA entered The Valley of the Shadow of Death
The 25th Day since I.C. News told the World about It
The 23rd Day since the Rest of the News Media told the World about It
The Seventh Day of Hell for the American People
"They have ears, but they do not hear; nor is there breath in their mouths."--David, Psalm 135:17
From a memory I will for today's occasion call, "Call to Arms":
I was sitting in an EM Club at the base camp of the First Division one day in 1967, drinking beer and smoking cigarettes and wishing it was pot and not tobacco, and gin and not beer, and on the stage a Vietnamese rock and roll band was playing, and three or four or five Black Grunts (I don't recall the number) were singing a down and dirty standard (I don't recall the song) and an officer came into the EM Club and yelled, "Ten Minutes!" and every Grunt there put down his beer and snuffed his cigarette and picked up his piece, his helmet and his pack and was out the door in a blur of olive drab; and as we all ran toward the helicopter pad not 40 yards away other Grunts were coming out of the on-camp whore house buttoning up their pants and awkwardly carrying their helmets, packs and pieces as they did so, and within 30 minutes we were in combat, the muzzles of those pieces spitting fire.
I tell you this old war story today because my Old Pal God asked me too, and when my Old Pal God asks me to do something it is for good reason.
Now what might that reason be today?
We God's Space Sailors have a saying, "When bad things happen they happen fast".
This is not to say that going from listening to rock and roll and drinking beer at an EM Club with Grunts, to being in the boonies with Grunts throwing their iron to rock and roll (as firing their pieces on full automatic was sometimes called) was a bad thing.
Not bad at all, like swimming in a sea of courage.
I would rather walk through a war zone than down an American street, because in a war zone friend and foe alike are courageous and I am in the best of company; but on an American street friend and foe alike are cowardly, and that, Dear Reader, is a creepy feeling.
The moral to this story, Dear Reader, is that you are today sitting in that EM Club or banging whores in that US Army whore house, and something bad is going to happen, fast.
The operative word in the above paragraph is "fast".
Understand this. I respected those Grunts I went into combat with that day, me a young journalist wearing black market olive drab and packing a ballpoint pen instead of a piece; and I respected the Gooks who tried to kill me that day; but I do not respect the American people.
There is an arithmetic to God's Space War which I know something about and which I will tell you something about; and if you are an American who knows something about America's torture-enslavement of me that arithmetic is working against you even as you read these words.
Within that arithmetic there is a tit for tat tally sheet, a Do Unto Other's tally sheet, and God, who has a remarkable memory, takes note of every crime committed against God's One True Telepath, and has for over 35 years, and those cowardly coughs you psycho-fascist Americans love so much to torture me with are, in God's Eyes, individually, crimes, capital crimes; and the necks of you cowardly coughers are today in God's Noose, and your feet are upon God's Gallows Trap Door.
Damn your eyes; damn your eyes; damn your God-damned eyes.
(I know you psycho-fascist Americans cannot fathom this, because you have been conditioned by your masters to think Telepath torture-enslavement is natural; but no matter what false god or what false rationalization you worship, you are going to eat the fire for that torture-enslavement, and the fire is in the arithmetic.)
Would that arithmetic be one American soul damned for one cowardly American cough coughed? No, the sum is much greater than that.
Consider the ratio and proportion? Consider how many hundreds of millions of Americans are in perfidy and cruelty aligned against one God's True Telepath.
In that ratio and proportion can be seen the intensity of the fires of Hell America blundered into seven days ago; but don't let that bother your pretty little American heads.
Virgil Kret
I.C. News
Icnews360@aol.com
P.O. Box 2614
Nevada City, California 95959
(530) 276-4923
The 25th Day since I.C. News told the World about It
The 23rd Day since the Rest of the News Media told the World about It
The Seventh Day of Hell for the American People
"They have ears, but they do not hear; nor is there breath in their mouths."--David, Psalm 135:17
From a memory I will for today's occasion call, "Call to Arms":
I was sitting in an EM Club at the base camp of the First Division one day in 1967, drinking beer and smoking cigarettes and wishing it was pot and not tobacco, and gin and not beer, and on the stage a Vietnamese rock and roll band was playing, and three or four or five Black Grunts (I don't recall the number) were singing a down and dirty standard (I don't recall the song) and an officer came into the EM Club and yelled, "Ten Minutes!" and every Grunt there put down his beer and snuffed his cigarette and picked up his piece, his helmet and his pack and was out the door in a blur of olive drab; and as we all ran toward the helicopter pad not 40 yards away other Grunts were coming out of the on-camp whore house buttoning up their pants and awkwardly carrying their helmets, packs and pieces as they did so, and within 30 minutes we were in combat, the muzzles of those pieces spitting fire.
I tell you this old war story today because my Old Pal God asked me too, and when my Old Pal God asks me to do something it is for good reason.
Now what might that reason be today?
We God's Space Sailors have a saying, "When bad things happen they happen fast".
This is not to say that going from listening to rock and roll and drinking beer at an EM Club with Grunts, to being in the boonies with Grunts throwing their iron to rock and roll (as firing their pieces on full automatic was sometimes called) was a bad thing.
Not bad at all, like swimming in a sea of courage.
I would rather walk through a war zone than down an American street, because in a war zone friend and foe alike are courageous and I am in the best of company; but on an American street friend and foe alike are cowardly, and that, Dear Reader, is a creepy feeling.
The moral to this story, Dear Reader, is that you are today sitting in that EM Club or banging whores in that US Army whore house, and something bad is going to happen, fast.
The operative word in the above paragraph is "fast".
Understand this. I respected those Grunts I went into combat with that day, me a young journalist wearing black market olive drab and packing a ballpoint pen instead of a piece; and I respected the Gooks who tried to kill me that day; but I do not respect the American people.
There is an arithmetic to God's Space War which I know something about and which I will tell you something about; and if you are an American who knows something about America's torture-enslavement of me that arithmetic is working against you even as you read these words.
Within that arithmetic there is a tit for tat tally sheet, a Do Unto Other's tally sheet, and God, who has a remarkable memory, takes note of every crime committed against God's One True Telepath, and has for over 35 years, and those cowardly coughs you psycho-fascist Americans love so much to torture me with are, in God's Eyes, individually, crimes, capital crimes; and the necks of you cowardly coughers are today in God's Noose, and your feet are upon God's Gallows Trap Door.
Damn your eyes; damn your eyes; damn your God-damned eyes.
(I know you psycho-fascist Americans cannot fathom this, because you have been conditioned by your masters to think Telepath torture-enslavement is natural; but no matter what false god or what false rationalization you worship, you are going to eat the fire for that torture-enslavement, and the fire is in the arithmetic.)
Would that arithmetic be one American soul damned for one cowardly American cough coughed? No, the sum is much greater than that.
Consider the ratio and proportion? Consider how many hundreds of millions of Americans are in perfidy and cruelty aligned against one God's True Telepath.
In that ratio and proportion can be seen the intensity of the fires of Hell America blundered into seven days ago; but don't let that bother your pretty little American heads.
Virgil Kret
I.C. News
Icnews360@aol.com
P.O. Box 2614
Nevada City, California 95959
(530) 276-4923
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