The $1,102 Billion Defeat
The 42nd Day since the USA entered The Valley of the Shadow of Death
The 42nd Day since I.C. News told the World about It
The 40th Day since the Rest of the News Media told the World about It
The 24th Day of Hell for the American People
Expecting "Cherry Pop", the day psycho-fascist America learns it is at war with God, within 34 days
Killing Time today, while Time catches up with the United States of America, when all the crap the USA has been crapping on the world comes home to stink; like medieval, incurable syphilis making its presence known to a vainglorious whore.
Damnation, Damned Nation, that is what we are talking about.
First the itch, then the drip, then the horror of realization.
Cherry Pop.
Meanwhile, back at I.C. News, God's One True Telepath is realizing how much damage was done to my 69-year-old body by the outrageous physical labor and mental abuse I was required to undergo at the wild horse refuge where I had volunteered to work in exchange for a roof over my head.
A roof over my head, hard for God's One True Telepath to find in the United States of America.
Had I not escaped when my Old Pal God insisted I surely would have been worked and abused to death in rapid fashion.
It is easy to kill a 69-year-old person through exhaustion and abuse.
My days are now filled with rest and recuperation, like waiting for a thousand internal wounds to heal.
Rest and recuperation is difficult for me, always has been; I am a working man from generations of working men, and bed rest, no matter how needed, always seems like laziness to me.
To get myself through these days I recall my medical close calls of the past--stroke, blood clots, congestive heart failure--and remind myself how I rested after them.
It was close, Dear Reader, it was close. Death was snickering in my ear. The question remains, was it near-manslaughter through management's stupidity, or was it attempted murder through intentional stroke-creation?
In the end, of course, it was my fault. After four decades of American torture-enslavement, I should have known no offer of a job and a home would be on the level.
What was I thinking, going to an isolated wild horse refuge and expecting to find anything but hostility and death waiting for me there?
Hope springs eternal; I keep hoping against all evidence to find a place of decency in the United States of America.
Meanwhile, the USA is one day deeper into its well-deserved eternal Hell; and the great revelation of Cherry Pop--when the American people learn they are at war with God--is one day closer, now within 34 days.
Cherry Pop. Dreadful realization.
Virgil Kret
I.C. News
Icnews360@aol.com
P.O. Box 2614
Nevada City, California 95959
(530) 276-4923
The 42nd Day since I.C. News told the World about It
The 40th Day since the Rest of the News Media told the World about It
The 24th Day of Hell for the American People
Expecting "Cherry Pop", the day psycho-fascist America learns it is at war with God, within 34 days
Killing Time today, while Time catches up with the United States of America, when all the crap the USA has been crapping on the world comes home to stink; like medieval, incurable syphilis making its presence known to a vainglorious whore.
Damnation, Damned Nation, that is what we are talking about.
First the itch, then the drip, then the horror of realization.
Cherry Pop.
Meanwhile, back at I.C. News, God's One True Telepath is realizing how much damage was done to my 69-year-old body by the outrageous physical labor and mental abuse I was required to undergo at the wild horse refuge where I had volunteered to work in exchange for a roof over my head.
A roof over my head, hard for God's One True Telepath to find in the United States of America.
Had I not escaped when my Old Pal God insisted I surely would have been worked and abused to death in rapid fashion.
It is easy to kill a 69-year-old person through exhaustion and abuse.
My days are now filled with rest and recuperation, like waiting for a thousand internal wounds to heal.
Rest and recuperation is difficult for me, always has been; I am a working man from generations of working men, and bed rest, no matter how needed, always seems like laziness to me.
To get myself through these days I recall my medical close calls of the past--stroke, blood clots, congestive heart failure--and remind myself how I rested after them.
It was close, Dear Reader, it was close. Death was snickering in my ear. The question remains, was it near-manslaughter through management's stupidity, or was it attempted murder through intentional stroke-creation?
In the end, of course, it was my fault. After four decades of American torture-enslavement, I should have known no offer of a job and a home would be on the level.
What was I thinking, going to an isolated wild horse refuge and expecting to find anything but hostility and death waiting for me there?
Hope springs eternal; I keep hoping against all evidence to find a place of decency in the United States of America.
Meanwhile, the USA is one day deeper into its well-deserved eternal Hell; and the great revelation of Cherry Pop--when the American people learn they are at war with God--is one day closer, now within 34 days.
Cherry Pop. Dreadful realization.
Virgil Kret
I.C. News
Icnews360@aol.com
P.O. Box 2614
Nevada City, California 95959
(530) 276-4923
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