Jews Jaws Nine Down

Shark America One Up

Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 149 (Out of the Danger Zone)

Virgil Kret's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923

Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008

George W. Bush Will Destroy the World

Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event

Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: Remember the Future

Today's code is "31st Day, Last Year".

Were there to be much of a history of the United States of America historians would look back an marvel that no candidate for president at this time spoke of what needed to be spoken of.

A dying earth, a collapsing nation, a turning from climbing toward Good to sliding down, down, down into Evil. Among the candidates, mum was the word and ignorance was the norm.

There was also at this time a certain innocent idiocy to the American people, a smug smile of the unknowing that would evaporate when the store shelves were empty and the American people's purpose in life, consuming-consuming-consuming, was taken from them.

You can see an excellent example of the American public's idiotic consumption in the continued hounding of Britney Spears to an early death as a public entertainment; the torture frenzy now getting into a pattern of locking her up on psychiatric holds, the great illegality of psycho-fascism; and no public commentator even once recognizing that the Papparazzi Nazis are deliberately hounding her to distraction because there is profit in the photos of it, and because there is gained a sense of group power from it.

The Americans say, "It is funny and fun to watch it on da TV, duh, see how she suffers, duh, tra la tra la, goo goo."

Legalized murder, how Americans love it.

But even this psycho-fascist blood sport will pass out of favor when the Republican American Fascists complete their coup by creating chaos and disaster around the world; then the TVs will be blank and the computers as useless as tits on a boar, and electricity will be a memory, as will warmth in winter.

Then Big Money will crack the whip, and this so-called free American people will accept enslavement for a crust of bread.

Seeing history before is happens is a marvelous art.

Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America, unaware of God's furious anger at it, finished the 31st day of its last year.

Jews Jaws Ten Up

Shark America Nine Down

Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 152 (Out of the Danger Zone)

Virgil Kret's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923

Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008

George W. Bush Will Destroy the World

Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event

Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: Point to Ground Zero

Today's code is "30th Day, Last Year".

Movement is strong. Anaheim, California, should make a separate peace with God's One True Telepath, because it is there the first Great Blow of God's Space War will impact in approximately one week.

Do you recall the two extra codes I gave you last Saturday, the two codes I garnered from the human-like form photographed by the NASA Mars Rover, and much discussed on the Internet for some time?

One was "Out of Thin Air" and the other was "Copenhagen, Denmark", or "The Mark".

Both codes have now been fulfilled; yet both codes remain active.

The first fulfillment of Out of Thin Air was filled out by my living through the episode which dropped me into unconsciousness as if out of thin air in less than two seconds yesterday, from which I came to after about ten minutes.

I suggest that near-death experience was caused by the brutalizing of me by the queer on probation and his bitches at 2025 W. Embassy Ave., Anaheim, California, where I worked as a live-in house manager.

The first fulfillment of the "Copenhagen, Denmark" code and its variation, "The Mark", came with the bump (mark) on my head caused by my violent fall when I became unconscious. Therefore, the "X" marked Anaheim, where the near-death experience took place.

When introducing The Mark code I said it would mark the spot of the allegedly wayward American spy satellite's impact with Earth; and now I think that with God's influence it will impact where The Mark is, Anaheim.

That is, I think this object, which I think is an American secret weapon, will do something other than what the Americans expect to cause it to do. That is, I think America will shoot itself in the foot with this weapon, Anaheim, being the foot.

Those Dear Readers who are interested in how the God's Space War codes are established might find it interesting to know how Out of the Blue and Copenhagen, Denmark were the codes I.C. News mined from the NASA Mars Rover photo of the human-like figure which made such a stir on the Internet.

While I.C. News does not say the figure was an actual human being it does say the form was intentionally constructed to be photographed by Rover.

We Space Sailors call the formation "The Mermaid of Mars", and think it looks very similar, except for the positioning of the right arm and hand, to the famous statue of a mermaid in Copenhagen harbor.

What would be the photographed figure on Mars have to do with both Copenhagen and Anaheim?

One of the most famous landmarks of Disney is The Little Mermaid movie, and Disneyland is in Anaheim.

Recall, in the example of the first use of the Out of Thin Air code a dollar bill appeared out of thin air after an invisible right arm had been draped across my back and its hand rested on my right shoulder. The position of the Mermaid of Mar's right arm contained that reference.

(This "Little Miracle of the Dollar Bill" was reported on Monday.)

All this leads us to understand that Anaheim is the target of the Great Attack of Operation Queer.

I don't know if this is clear to you, and your masters in Washington Deceit won't let you tell me; but I note these codes are designed to be obscure and readily rejected by the psycho-fascist mind; and I further note if this coding system were easy to understand the CIA would understand it and the United States of America would not be up the God's Space War creek without a paddle.

That the people of Anaheim continued to torture me after yesterday's near-death episode was the final straw that doomed them to be Ground Zero; caused them to be charged by God with attempted murder. They chose indecency over decency, the American way.

I know you psycho-fascist Americans like to think your crimes against me are diffused by your numbers, like a drop of ink in a bathtub full of water; but neither in your laws or God's is that a valid assumption.

We shall see this mass guilt of Anaheim's citizens--for the crime of attempted murder--in the coming God's Space War punishment of Anaheim.

What do I expect to happen? I expect some large object to come from space. I currently expect the object to come low from the west and slam into Anaheim; the splash-back also destroying the neighboring town of Orange, and the splash-forward reaching as far east as Riverside.

My guess is this will be a God-controlled extraterrestrial object. My current intention is to remain in Anaheim to cover the story. It would be a shame to miss such a terrible disaster befalling psycho-fascist America.

Currently I am expecting this punishment by God of Anaheim, California, to take place on or about next Thursday, February 8. I am, however, more often wrong than right about such projections.

Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America finished the 30th day of its last year.

Jews Jaws Nine Up

Shark America One Down

Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 143 (Pulling Back From the Danger Zone)

Virgil Kret's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923

Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008

George W. Bush Will Destroy the World

Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event

Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: Speak to Sticking to Purpose

Today's code is "29th Day, Last Year".

As I began writing this report this morning I started to become dizzy, and after a couple seconds I thought to lie down, but it was too late. I came to on the floor about ten minutes later, confused about how I got there

I have been telling you I was expecting a Little Miracle, a Gift from God. Perhaps that was it; I did not die.

The subject my Old Pal God had given me to talk to you about today was "Sticking to Purpose"; so it seems I shall stick to mine, living or dead; and living or dead, psycho-fascist America shall continue to hear from me.

Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America finished the 29th day of its last year.

SECOND REPORT OF TODAY

Jews Jaws Eight Up

Shark America Two Down

Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 132 (Less Deep into the Danger Zone)

Virgil Kret's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923

Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008

George W. Bush Will Destroy the World

Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event

Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: Point to the Expected Miracle

Today's code is "29th Day, Last Year".

I am taking the rare step of making two reports in one day. This is because two breaking stories have come across my desk.

First, I have been advised to expect a miracle gift from God to me.

Second, the US satellite in alleged decaying orbit reported in the news is actually a planned, guided event, part of Republican American Fascism's Armageddon ploy. That is, the news story is a fraud.

I am posting this report today rather than tomorrow because these both are close-up events and I want my scoops--that is, I want to report them before they happen.

First, I am expecting a miracle. That is what the first of the two extra codes I noted on Saturday were about, "Out of Thin Air" and "Copenhagen, Denmark". You may recall the two codes came with the human-like formation photographed on Mars.

Out of Thin Air refers to what I call a Little Miracle, one of many I have experienced since God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy. The one referred in the Out of Thin Air code to took place in the early Seventies, soon after I became audibly telepathic.

I have written about this Little Miracle in this work at least once before, calling it something like, "The Little Miracle of the Dollar Bill".

In that the early stage of America's persecution of me the government and media and the public were focused on raping my mind, attempting to cause me to break a law I could be arrested and tried for, trying to make a mad criminal out of me, a favorite American gambit.

So, when I was alone and cold and hungry one evening after a few days on the road and a few months of this mind-raping, I asked my Old Pal God to buy me a bowl of rice.

Within a minute after I made that request I felt a Great Being standing at my left, right arm draped over my right shoulder, and I could see an invisible left arm and hand pointing forward and parallel to the ground, the left hand pointing to a spot a few feet above the ground about 10 yards away.

At the spot the invisible hand pointed to there appeared right before my eyes a dollar bill emerging from thin air, as if it were between the rollers of a bill changing machine, and fluttered to the ground. I picked it up and went to the nearest restaurant, a neighborhood Chinese place, and had fried rice, tea and soup for just under a dollar.

There were no witnesses; nor were there supposed to be; God was educating me.

Now, how I came to ask for a bowl of rice in the first place, thus triggering the Little Miracle of the Dollar Bill, is in itself an interesting story which is applicable today, one which leads me to think I can expect another Gift From God out of thin air very soon.

It was only after some coaxing by God that I had returned to the USA from my happy life as a foreign correspondent in Asia, and that coaxing was in the form of a long poem from God to me, and while most of that poem has probably been lost, there were two lines that apply to what I am telling you today.

One was, "I will buy you an bowl of rice if you are hungry;" and in asking for the rice after the Americans had begun their attack I was asking God to fulfill that promise. Had God not fulfilled that promise at that time I might have considered myself to be a solo act rather than part of a dynamic duo, and I might have altered by approach to my situation.

Prior to that "rice" line was a line that went, "Would you be an arrow if I promised you a bow?"

That line has never been played out as the "bowl of rice" line was played out; but now after over 30 years it seems to have been played out.

What event did I just tell you was a genuine "UFO" killing of a human being, a killing that related to the "UFO" killing of three Navy people in a helicopter crash south of Corpus Christi, Texas, both events related to the "UFO" sighing over Stephenville, Texas?

I refer to the killing of Corpus Christi police officer Mathew Thebeau.

"Thebeau", along with the Mars codes, seems to be the "bow" God promised me long, long ago.

Second, while these miracle codes have been coming in from as far away as Mars and Texas there has appeared the news story of an American spy satellite in a decaying orbit and expected to hit this Earth within a few weeks.

I suggest you consider this story to possibly be a decoy story, that what is taking place is not the accidental falling of the huge satellite as reported, but rather the intentional returning to Earth of a secret weapon, a Trojan Horse event.

This is the event the second extra code of Saturday referred to, "Copenhagen, Denmark". For now call "Denmark" "The Mark", and let's see if we can calculate where this secret weapon is programmed to strike. Where is the "X", The Mark, on the globe?

With this event we are entering into Republican American Fascism's ploy to initiate a false Armageddon, to play on the national religiosity of Americans by casting America as having been divinely assigned the role of Good in the final battle between Good and Evil.

Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America finished the 29th day of its last year.

Jews Jaws Eight Up

Shark America Two Down

Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 129 (Deep into the Danger Zone)

Virgil Kret's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923

Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008

George W. Bush Will Destroy the World

Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event

Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: Point to the Massiveness of God

Today's code is "28th Day, Last Year".

It is a pity, really, that it has come to this; the United States of America torturing and enslaving me; God defeating the United States of America; bad for me; bad for America.

America set this course. Had America set a kinder course we would be on a kinder sea. There would have been no 9/11. There would have been no stupid and fascist war against Islam.

Oh, well, no use crying about souls gone into the damn.

Much of this writing is pain-driven. Had America not enslaved and tortured me and murdered my children I would not hurt so much; and more...and more...my children would give me pleasure and I wouldn't be writing such a bad end for America.

And that brings us to an unspoken mystery. What I write comes true.

This is because God reads what I write. This is because God asked me to write it.

I told you a couple days ago that those who pilot those "UFOs" which you have not yet come close to identifying, have a saying, "Live as if you were dancing before God". It is that concept that has taken them from star to star to star to star; because God applauds their dancing.

There is a funny thing about God's Space Sailors, we almost never pray; yet the least of us, which is likely me, has a love relationship with God greater than all the Christians of history lumped together. We have no fear of God. We have no theology. We have no scripture. Those are all Earth-based things and we are strangers in this strange world. We are natural with God.

Among Space Sailors, the word "God" is rarely spoken--something we have in common with the Jews, I hear--but this is neither the time nor the place for me to talk about God; America grows more ungodly every day.

As I explained a few days ago, I have been staying at the home of my niece, waiting for her to return from the family's vacation cruise; and now she has, and now her plunge toward death through exhaustion and despair picks up where it left off a week ago.

She fell at least twice on the cruise, due not to rough seas but due to exhaustion. She is bruised from those falls. She is a feather being blown to her death by a steady, cruel wind.

Her husband loathes my being here and bangs on the wall of my room at night worse than the queer at the other place. To dodge this, I slept on a couch in the living room last night, and three times before midnight he banged on the wall thinking I was in the room. Banged hard; banged hard; hatred in every bang.

This is, of course, his home, and this presents a dilemma because it is the home of my niece, too; and against all family gossip about me and despite her country's hatred for she sought me out for my help.

She knows she is dying; that her situation is hopeless; that she must get up and care for their paralyzed son six, seven, eight, nine times a night, and dress him and shower him and clean his poop during the day. This she does alone, while the husband plays the man.

Suicide is a handsome thought kissing her on the mouth. If I leave, she will likely not live a year.

She begs me to stay; but her husband's harassment and outrage that I am here grows now to maniacal degrees; and she seems oblivious of his loathing for me, and it seems he lies to her and tells her I am welcome while telling me I am not.

I know this story now, I know how Satan works in this house, this house so encased in tragedy, hopelessness and pain.

I offer to her to learn to take care of her son, and she welcomes that offer, and her son welcomes that offer, but the husband does not welcome that offer, and he seems to loathe me all the more for making it.

He loathed me before I entered this house; he loathed me during the two months I worked at the den of thieves and dope addicts as live-in manager, only putting up with that horror for the love of my niece; and I can see no curing that loathing.

If I could, I would steal my niece away so as to save her life; but to save mine...but to save mine...but to save mine I must steal myself away soon.

Today, probably; tomorrow, almost certainly; and I am asking my Old Pal God in which direction I should point my car.

I am 68 years old. My heart beats like a child playing a tom-tom. I am loathed by my country and my country is loathed by God. It is a pity it has come to this.

Meanwhile, back in the USA, the United States of America finished the 28th day of its last year.