The $698 Billion Defeat

THE LAST TWO EVENTS I.C. NEWS DOCUMENTED IN ADVANCE TOOK PLACE ON JUNE 13. THEY WERE THE BLACKOUT IN WASHINGTON DECEIT AND THE DEATH OF TIM RUSSERT IN WASHINGTON DECEIT.

THOSE ADVANCE DOCUMENTATIONS PROVED TIM RUSSERT DIED FOR AMERICA'S SIN OF TELEPATH TORTURE-ENSLAVEMENT,

I.C. NEWS HAS DOCUMENTED DOZENS OF EVENTS IN ADVANCE SINCE 1972, INCLUDING AIRLINE CRASHES, PRESIDENTIAL ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS, SCHOOL SHOOTINGS, AND THE 911 ATTACK--ALL THESE ADVANCE DOCUMENTATIONS ULTIMATELY LEADING TO I.C. NEWS' ADVANCE DOCUMENTATION OF THE DEATH OF THIS EARTH BY 2065.

Jews Jaws Five Up

Shark America Five Down

Virgil'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: The Secret Story, Tatoo (44)

Today's code is "193rd Day, Last Year"

We have tacked hard-a-lee and our sails are momentarily slack, the wind not being sure which way we want it to take us.

That is, we have left the story of God's Space War, having changed course to another story, but that new story has not grabbed hold yet.

Changing horses in the middle of a stream; changing courses in the middle of a dream.

Yesterday Sweet Muse suggested I approach the Damnation Story.

For some reason that is my least popular story, and yet I see it as one of my best, Dante's Inferno to the Tenth Power.

To begin to tell that story; first to say what one would expect me to say if one knows my work; the Christian concept of Hell is stupid. It is the result of the Roman Catholic Church attempting to control the European mind with fear for hundreds of years.

The falsehood of Hell was a part of the big Roman Catholic false belief that the Protestant Reformation did not reform.

What does my experience of being a torture-slave of American Christianity since 1972 tell me? It tells me I can lead a Christian to thought but I cannot make a Christian think.

So, if we are going to talk about Damnation at all, let's bypass the stupid concept of Hell that holds sway in Christianity.

Long ago, in the early Seventies, when I was being tortured by a psych tech, he said I had been "rejected". The implication was that I was not being tortured constantly, I was being rejected constantly.

Psychiatry, it always calls the sow's ear of itself a silk purse. Like one of the fascist US Supreme Court Justices who recently said torture is not cruel and unusual punishment--not punishment at all--because punishment requires conviction by a court of law. Psychiatry says we are not torturing you, we are rejecting you. Same convoluted bullshit.

To understand The Damnation Story you need to understand the world as it is, Nature as she is.

Rejection.

A friend of mine, a cat, once had kittens and she kept removing one of the kittens from her nest, and I kept putting the kitten back. Finally that cat told me to mind my own goddamn business, that there was a reason she was rejecting that kitten.

You Christians, who see yourselves as God's kittens in a basket, should bear this analogy in mind.

The Damnation Story has been around for roughly 87 thousand years, since we God's Space Sailors first came upon what we call the "Earth Situation".

We are not dummies, Dear Reader; yes, you can catch one of us God's Space Sailors and torture us silly, but we knew way back then--87 thousand years ago--that the human race would kill this Earth.

What did you know 87 thousand years ago? Sex feels good and meat tastes better cooked.

(Pardon me, Boy, is that the God's Space War poo-poo? Yea, yea, it's the end of the lie.)

In this work there is the general truism that there is no such thing as death; that the Soul continues.

In this work there is also the general truism that this Earth will be dead by 2065.

When we talk about damnation here at I.C. News we refer to the state of the Souls of all human beings--Souls incapable of death--were this planet to be dead and exploded as we God's Space Sailors project.

Let's look at this as a space story, which in fact is what it is.

Say Spaceship Earth is metaphorically Her Majesty's Ship Titanic; and all aboard her who get off her alive (but for the lucky ones in lifeboats) are cast into the freezing North Atlantic.

Expanding on that metaphor, when Spaceship Earth explodes all Souls aboard are cast into freezing Space.

This is what Sweet Muse was referring to yesterday when she asked me to tell you The Damnation Story.

All this work, all that I have said, done and written since I returned out of love for God to deceitful America in 1969, has been focused on the sure death of this Earth by 2065, and the gradual breaking up of this Earth down to her parts and her pieces--her frozen rose petals and her frozen tropical beaches will all combine to become a glittering asteroid belt around the Sun.

Ok. Sad enough and bad enough, but what happens to the immortal Human Souls who are a part of that asteroid belt?

Going back to our analogy of the HMS Titanic; the doomed died frozen in the cold, cold sea; but doomed Human Souls adrift in Space cannot die their way out of their hopeless situation. That will be Hell.

That is The Damnation Story in a nut shell. Hell is not a pit God dug for bad human beings, as Christians believe, but a pit the human being dug for itself when it murdered this Earth.

Naturally, if we follow the HMS Titanic metaphor we have to ask, Where are the lifeboats, where are the rescuers? That's another story.

Does God rescue the good and leave the bad to their Fate? And who are the good and who are the bad? And what makes you think so?

I am suggesting to you that in regard to the approaching death of this Earth, all religions are false religions, all gods are false gods.

Were Christianity a true faith, it would have rolled up its sleeves by now and would be as a unified entity bringing peace and salvation to this Earth. That is, there would be millions of Jimmy Carters.

I am not saying Jesus Christ is not true, I am saying Christianity is not true.

So, I will tell you The Damnation Story as if there were to be no rescue; as if Christians and Jews and Hindus and Buddhists and all the others are doomed to end up as frozen, miserable flotsam, little specks of pain on a shiny asteroid belt encircling the Sun.

Irony of Ironies, I was an intended rescuer.

Tatoo, Part 4

Close to hopeless, Isn't it? Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here. Dante's Inferno to the Tenth Power.

To be Continued

Meanwhile, the United States of America, about to sacrifice its existence in support Israel's Victim Fascism, passed through the 193rd day of its last year.

The $698 Billion Defeat

THE LAST TWO EVENTS I.C. NEWS DOCUMENTED IN ADVANCE TOOK PLACE ON JUNE 13. THEY WERE THE BLACKOUT IN WASHINGTON DECEIT AND THE DEATH OF TIM RUSSERT IN WASHINGTON DECEIT.

I.C. NEWS HAS DOCUMENTED DOZENS OF EVENTS IN ADVANCE SINCE 1972, INCLUDING AIRLINE CRASHES, PRESIDENTIAL ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS, SCHOOL SHOOTINGS, AND THE 911 ATTACK--ALL THESE ADVANCE DOCUMENTATIONS ULTIMATELY LEADING TO I.C. NEWS' ADVANCE DOCUMENTATION OF THE DEATH OF THIS EARTH BY 2065.

Jews Jaws Five Up

Shark America Five Down

Virgil'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: The Secret Story, Tatoo (44)

Today's code is "192nd Day, Last Year"

And now, Dear Reader, let's take this journey to its end.

As we see the United States about to slip to its doom, attempt to catch its balance, and then slip down, down, down the slippery slope of perfidy it created, to slide its slide toward inexorable defeat and chaos, we have to marvel at how mean and stupid America is; as if its stupidity and meanness were somehow conjoined.

If you want to know what a fool I am, by 1972 I knew God intended to destroy the United States of America; but I thought America was a good country and argued for God's giving America one more chance.

So God gave me the gift of audible mental telepathy, as if to say, OK, Virgil, let's see how good the American people are to you.

The result is un-history.

I know my friendship with God causes steam to come out of the ears of Christians all around America; for they think I am a very bad man, owing to false scuttlebutt , a monster among humankind, a clown on a stage where everyone else plays a virtual Shakespearian "Paradise Lost".

Since we are in that awkward span of Time between when the bomb has left the bomb bay door but has not yet completed its inexorable fall from the sky, I thought I might begin to tell you how America's last chance was lost.

Where should I begin telling you this story? It is long, like a 30-foot snake in a Philippine jungle, and when you first sit on it you think it is a log.

Where to begin? Before birth? During gestation? When I graduated from high school? You see, before during and after this life, I know who I am, so starting anyplace is as cool as anyplace else as far as I am concerned.

What threw America off--what still throws America off--is the delusion that I am helpless.

If the silly bitch who tortures me almost every time she walks past my room knew of my power she would not torture me.

America's fun in torturing me is rapists' fun, the joy of power over helplessness.

I know this: the fundamental failing of the God-damned (literally) United States of America lies in its its interweaving of cruelty and perfidy.

I do not mean this is terms of the government alone, where those traits of cruelty and perfidy are obvious, but also in terms of the American people.

As wicked as Republican American Fascism is, with all is murders and all its thefts and all its world-murdering policies, it is a true representative of the American people.

That is, the American people are cruel, fascist, stupid murderers; snakes in a pit thinking they are puppies in a basket; and that is why they are damned by God.

There are some things Dear Readers have asked me to talk about, and I have been so busy reporting God's Space War and manning my battle station that I let their questions flounder in my Question Box.

One person asked for more information on Time Travel, the question being directed at its use as a weapon in war; another asked me to talk more about the Human Soul; the question being directed at the state of the Human Soul in the Land of the Dead.

By odd coincidence, I know a lot about both these subjects. The funny thing is the two have a common denominator; and that is what is currently called subatomic physics.

Today we put aside the God's Space War story. God's Space War continues but I.C. News does not report it. We no longer document God's Space War events before they take place. We drop the list of battle codes concerning God's attack on Israel and its stooge ally, the USA.

The best we can do for America now is let its doom come as a surprise.

We note in departing the non-pay, stolen version of the God's Space War story that the God's Space War "Stop Right There!" code came from the Meatloaf song, "Paradise by the Dashboard Light", and today all the residents of Paradise, California, have been advised to evacuate due the on-dashing light of forest fires.

Poetic Justice, or God's writing on the wall of the news, or both, or just obscure coincidence?

It is a pity to abandon this news story. I.C. News stands alone with it, but it is being stolen by the government pigs and the media weasels.

If America were a Communist country with the underlying concept of from each according to his ability and to each according to his needs I would continue to give the fruits of my abilities, but America is a Capitalism-dictated country--to its eternal woe--where work is either paid for or stolen; and in my case it is stolen.

We therefore leave off our reportage on God's attack on Israel and its stooge ally, the USA, and turn our focus to my fundamental commission from God: to write of The Obituary of the World.

It seems to me that the core source of much of America's hatred for me and torture of me is my personal relationship with God. This hatred comes from the total spectrum, from Christian believers to New York Jewish atheists.

This hatred is so deep and so great that it seems natural to the American people, like hatred of Blacks seems natural to many Southern Whites.

This is to say, my becoming audibly telepathic was to America and its allies in stupidity a grossly ugly and criminal thing, and added to that imposition of audible telepathy was the insult to injury of my saying God had touched me.

That's what infuriated America against me. The Americans seemingly saw a crime surpassing child murder for the telepathic man to say God was talking to him.

Had I murdered a child in 1972 rather than having committed the great crime of becoming audibly telepathic while talking to God, I would have long since passed through the psycho-fascist "healing" of my "sickness" and would be out of the nuthouse for the criminally insane now and drawing an SSI payment of $900 a month someplace cool with a lot of kiddies playing all about.

But, I became audibly telepathic, apparently the most terrible crime in human history, and for that the Americans have tortured and enslaved me since Richard Nixon lost his soul several years before he died.

(And Ronald Reagan, too.)

The Dear Reader asked about Time Travel as applied to military tactics and capabilities. It is my feeling events will answer this question. I can only suggest the sensation will be peculiar.

That is, you will begin to see the past change, in little ways; big ways would rip American society asunder. That is, at least one something we will all know to have happened will not have happened. A dead child story pounced upon by the news media, grieving parents interviewed, "How does it feel to have your daughter raped and murdered?"--then suddenly the girl is not dead, for example.

"She only sleepeth."

I don't know what it will be, but it will be something in that ballpark.

I think back to those early days when I had just received my gift of audible mental telepathy, and still believed that the American people were good and decent.

What was the first thing I revealed that God had told me? God did not like the Vietnam war. It did not matter that the entire nation was also opposed to that war, but my criminal offense was to say God had told me God was opposed to it.

It was, within America's atheistic state religion of psychiatry, a sign of madness for me to say God had told me God did not like the Vietnam war; but it was not a sign of madness that endless TV snake oil preachers were saying God was telling them to kill those Commie Gook women and children.

Psychiatry follows the money; psychiatry serves the rulers.

This is what you psycho-fascist Americans have persecuted me for since 1972, for saying God is a friend of mine.

How dare I say I talk with God?

"If you talk to God come down from the cross of perfidy we have you tacked upon. Ha! You can't do it, so you are not talking to God!"

It was not God's purpose to rescue Jesus from the Jews and Romans who crucified him; and it is not God's purpose to rescue Virgil from the Jews and Americans who crucified him on a cross of perfidy.

It was God's purpose to judge the people who did it.

God is not a monkey on a string. God does not perform. If God loves me God will save me from the pain you inflict on me; nonono, inflict pain on me and God will loathe you for it; and I can take the pain in my service to God.

The question we ask ourselves at I.C. News today is have we completed our mission, fulfilled our commission, have we written The Obituary of the World?

We know it has not yet been read; but have we written it?

Tatoo, Part 44

No, there is more to write. Tell them the Damnation Story.

To be Continued

Meanwhile, the United States of America, about to sacrifice its existence in support Israel's Victim Fascism, passed through the 192nd day of its last year.

The $697 Billion Defeat

THE LAST TWO EVENTS I.C. NEWS DOCUMENTED IN ADVANCE TOOK PLACE ON JUNE 13. THEY WERE THE BLACKOUT IN WASHINGTON DECEIT AND THE DEATH OF TIM RUSSERT IN WASHINGTON DECEIT.

Jews Jaws Four Up

Shark America Six Down

Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: ??? (The USGS Earthquake Hazards site had become too politically corrupted to be a valid source in I.C. News' earthquake study at this time.)

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", "Turnaround", "The Pig-Weasel Axis", "Bat Out of Hell", "Tell Me Something Good", "FIN" & "Snake".

Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event.

Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: The Secret Story, Tatoo (43)

Today's code is "190th Day, Last Year

So, we have reached the Edge. This is a big day; the Big Kiss Goodbye.

After today's report, unless I.C. News' coverage of God's Space War is a commercial success before 9 a.m. Thursday, California time, well, you all will have been committed by your masters in Washington Deceit to going over the Niagara Falls of God's Space War in a barrel.

(Pardon me, Boy, is that the God's Space War poo-poo? Yea, yea, it's the end of the line.)

There is some sputter-sputter about my opening the bidding for this news story at $30 million; who does he think he is?; can we get him for extortion?; what would he do with all that money?; and besides, we could not enslave and torture him if he began to play the Big Money Game!

So what would the USA get for its $30 million?

Remember, I'm the guy who could have stopped the 911 attack; and if America had not been so stupid and bent on breaking the stone of me down to gravel of me, America would still have those towers standing and the damned American people would still have those thousands of graves unfilled.

(The damned American people? Yes, the damned American people.)

(Pardon me, Boy, is that the God's Space War poo-poo? Yea, yea, it's the end of the line.)

Would my pre-911 information have been worth $30 million?

More like $30 billion, don't you agree?

For $30 million today I will show you how to stop 911-Two. After today it is $300 million; and I.C. News' intelligence on this would be cheap at ten times $300 million.

But, and this is the big butt that squishes the evil out of the United States of America, you psycho-fascist Americans do not want to give up your torture-enslavement of me. You love it so much. It is not the money, it is the losing of that joy of torture.

The American people would rather go to Hell than set me free; so be it, to Hell they go.

(Pardon me, Boy, is that the God's Space War poo-poo? Yea, yea, it's the end of the line.)

So, we are at the Edge. It is seven a.m. December 7,1941, Pear Harbor Day, and the Japanese planes will not arrive until eight; plenty of time left to live in Lovely Delusion.

Tatoo, Part 42

(Pardon me, Boy, is that the God's Space War poo-poo? Yea, yea, it's the end of the line!)

To be Continued

Meanwhile, the United States of America, about to sacrifice its existence in support Israel's Victim Fascism, passed through the 190th day of its last year.

The $696 Billion Defeat

THE LAST TWO EVENTS I.C. NEWS DOCUMENTED IN ADVANCE TOOK PLACE ON JUNE 13. THEY WERE THE BLACKOUT IN WASHINGTON DECEIT AND THE DEATH OF TIM RUSSERT IN WASHINGTON DECEIT.

Jews Jaws Four Up

Shark America Six Down

Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: ??? (The USGS Earthquake Hazards site had become too politically corrupted to be a valid source in I.C. News' earthquake study at this time.)

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", "Turnaround", "The Pig-Weasel Axis", "Bat Out of Hell", "Tell Me Something Good", "FIN" & "Snake".

Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event.

Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: The Secret Story, Tatoo (41)

Today's code is "190th Day, Last Year

So here we are, Dear Reader, on the edge of the Edge.

I had ten hours of blackout yesterday, and that seems to be quite a long time in this day and age, and as Simon and Garfunkel said of kangaroos, I am skeptical of changes in my cages.

I know what's going on. I know Big Money is anxious to be on the side of God, but it doesn't know how, so it sides with Satan because Satan gives credit.

Don't look for Big Brains in Big Money, look for Big Anger thrown at you by Big Money, but don't look for Big Brains in Big Money.

I appreciate that there are a number of Dear Readers who would like to send a few dollars my way, but this money business, this deadline Thursday morning, California time business, is between Big Money and Me.

Do I think Big Money will pay me a minimum of $30 million to publish I.C. News' God's Space War story in the daily news market?

All things are possible. Sooner or later even Big Money gets smart.

The question is, is Big Money smart enough to pay a minimum of $30 million by Thursday morning, California time; or down the road, when the God's Space War story gets so hot you can fry an egg on it, pay a minimum of $300 million for the same news?

Well, let's not worry our pretty little heads about it.

Since you are on the brink of going over the edge of the Cliff of Eternal Remorse, having less than two days to un-do Telepath torture-enslavement, my Old Pal God has asked me to tell you about the time God saved me from just such a plummet in the wilderness.

It was on my longest hike without resupply, six weeks, the last two following a stream to the Pacific Ocean with only deer trails to keep my footing on.

To my left as I walked a perilous trail was a high, steep face of a mountain. the ground cover being broken shale and impossible to walk upon; to my right was the same impossible shale going down at a very steep angle to the boulder-strewn creek about 200 feet below.

Like a tightrope walker I was walking the deer trail, and it had been this degree of difficulty for a week or more; impossible to go back, my food supplies down to oatmeal and curry powder, dangerous to go on, no Ranger Rick to call if I got in trouble, just me and life and death and a narrow dear trail.

(I love doing that stuff.)

The steepness of the what would have been a helpless slide to the other side of Life reminded me of a dream I had when I was six or seven or eight, and I recalled it as I walked along.

In that dream my family was driving from Washington State to North Dakota in our '41 Plymouth coupe, and my dad, who loved the mountains so much, had stopped at a scenic site in the Rockies.

And in my dream I fell. The slope in the dream was just like the slope I deer-trailed along that day, falling at a sharp angle, maybe 80 degrees, the dreaming Boy sliding for a while, with no footing possible, then over a steep cliff down into a valley so deep the pine trees looked like blades of grass.

What saved me in the dream was an old burned out tree just on the lip of the cliff. I stopped myself on the tree.

So, about 40 years later I am walking on a perilous path and I am reminded of that dream from my childhood, and so insistent is the reminder that I made note of the dream in my log when I camped that night.

The next night, in the uncertain light just before darkness I made a mistake a backpacker should never make, and kept hiking too late.

While there was no need to, I decided I wanted to make my way down to the stream and sleep there; and as I made my way down the slope, the slope became steeper and steeper, so much so that I could not carry my pack and instead tied a long line to it and would let it slide down the slope ahead of me, then tie the line loosely to a bush, inch down to the pack, pull the line loose, and do the same thing again.

I could not go back up, an impossible climb, The steepness and he shale would not allow it. I knew I was in trouble so deep in the wilderness no human being would ever find my bones.

In the failing light I saw what seemed to be a little flat area where I could bed down for the night, and sleep on this problem and solve it in the morning; but when I reached my illusion of safety I found it was not only just as steep as everyplace else, but was worse than the impossible shale; it was smooth granite covered with dry leafs.

The second I stepped onto that granite I was thrown back my so that I was lying on my back, and I immediately, helplessly I began to slide on my back, slapping my pack loose as I slid by it, the pack and I sliding side by side to the lip of the vertical cliff and the boulders in the stream waiting below.

As I slid, helpless, I noticed a dark object appearing out of the darkness; a log, a huge, long log that I and my pack were about to slide under, and I put up my feet and they hit the log and my momentum toward doom was stopped.

In the quiet of the night I could hear my pack sliding on, then no sound when it shot off the cliff and out over the stream, and then a loud bang when it hit the rocks below.

Well, I was still alive but I wasn't out of the woods yet. I climbed up on the log and was making my way along it, and my trusty Space Sailor Pal whispered in my ear, "Death is as easy as falling off a log".

I made my way to the end of the log, and getting off it taking steps so perilous I would have not taken them in the daylight when my eyes would have surely told my brain nonono.

Walking on a ledge no wider than a toad's toe, Certain Death drating the bad luck, no Virgil's body to dance around tonight, I chanced upon a tree growing at the edge of the cliff; so I spent the night there, my belt looped under a root of the tree to keep me from falling off the cliff as I slept.

So, 40 years later the dream came true. Saved by a dead tree; in dream and in real life.

The moral of this story is when you begin to slide down the precipice toward Calamity Thursday, don't give up, a helpful log might come your way.

Tatoo, Part 41

The Americans are wicked, and unprepared. They think we Angels of God just love them to pieces, but here we are, in ambush position, eagerly awaiting the order to fire on their Past Time.

To be Continued

Meanwhile, the United States of America, about to sacrifice its existence in support Israel's Victim Fascism, passed through the 190th day of its last year.

This report was delayed about ten hours due to a local blackout.

The $695 Billion Defeat

THE LAST TWO EVENTS I.C. NEWS DOCUMENTED IN ADVANCE TOOK PLACE ON JUNE 13. THEY WERE THE BLACKOUT IN WASHINGTON DECEIT AND THE DEATH OF TIM RUSSERT IN WASHINGTON DECEIT.

Jews Jaws Three Up

Shark America Seven Down

Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: ??? (The USGS Earthquake Hazards site had become too politically corrupted to be a valid source in I.C. News' earthquake study at this time.)

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", "Turnaround", "The Pig-Weasel Axis", "Bat Out of Hell", "Tell Me Something Good", "FIN" & "Snake".

Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event.

Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: The Secret Story, Tatoo (40)

Today's code is "189th Day, Last Year

Who are we, you and I, known by God by our first names?

This work is delayed about ten hours because of a local blackout. It is interesting that the theme of today's writing, just about to be filed when the blackout occurred, is "Detour", and in the Israel-USA codes listed above, "Blackout" is followed by "Turnaround"; I call that First Class Time Poetry.

And now, I.C. News presents its humble version of Detour!

Detour, there's a muddy road ahead.
Detour, paid no mind to what it said.
Detour, oh these bitter things I find.
Should have read that detour sign.

By Paul Westmoreland, 1945. Spade Cooley Orchestra and Tex Williams vocal, hit record in 1946.

There is no song I know of that fits the United States of America's position as perfectly today as "Detour", the country swing song I sang in my childhood days; my poor dog, George, with his forepaws over his ears and a mournful howl coming out of his mouth.

I was cute with my guitar and harmonica, but I was a god-awful singer.

"Headed down life's crooked road lot of things I never knowed/ And because of me not knowing I now pine/ Troubles got in the trail, spent the next five years in jail/ Should have read that detour sign."

I say this because this is Monday and on Wednesday the United States of America must detour or die. The wrong road always leads to Hell, and never has America been on so wrong a road.

Detour, there's a muddy road ahead.
Detour, paid no mind to what it said.
Detour, oh these bitter things I find.
Should have read that detour sign.

(Should have read that detour sign.)

A unique thing about this work, the Obituary of the World, is that it reports on what Christians call "The Second Coming" in non-Scriptural language.

When you take this Great God Event out of its religious fandango--getting away from the centuries-old firestorm of debate, conjecture and blind faith which makes up The Tornado of War on this Earth, Judaism, Christianity, and Islam; if you get away from that mumbo jumbo you come upon a calm field of study and comprehension--and God is there, too.

Step outside that Scriptural tangle and you enter a zone of zero argument and zero opposition. You can explore the same God the others explore, but you need not worry about Jews, or Christians, or Muslims stabbing you in the back for what blasphemous truths you said about God along the way.

(Some people loathe it when I use the term, "My Old Pal God", but God likes it, so screw 'em.)

I am not telling you how to relate to God; but I am saying God loves the storyteller in me just as much as God loves the man who carried a wounded, screaming Marine through the fire in me; God loves my many facets; so I tell the story of The Second Coming as if it were a story about Space Sailors going to sea; which it is, but I never ask belief of you.

(It is likely I.C. News' reportage on the Second Coming will thrive and constantly be ahead of the curve of human understanding of the arrival of God, because the Jewish, Christian, Muslim Tornado of War is so focused on killing within itself that it is not understanding the value of life, and certainly it is not seeking God.

(If you understood God at all, you Jews, you Christians, you Muslims, you would not kill human beings. That is the first test of the quality of your love for God. Kill or preach killing and you have tin love for God in a gold love for God Universe.)

"Detour, there's a muddy road ahead/ Detour, paid no mind to what it said/ Detour, oh these bitter things I find/ Should have read that detour sign"

Now I know I am selling Thursday Morning to a nation living in Saturday Night seven days a week, but I just gotta keep kicking the dead horse which is America's intellect in hope of a Lazarus-like miracle.

Going back to our metaphor of yesterday, of the Republican American Fascist choo-choo train heading for the stomach-swallowing drop where the trestle should have been, let's make an analogy:

Say somehow sane, non-fascist people were able to reach the choo-choo train's controls and apply the breaks.

Detour, there's a muddy road ahead.
Detour, paid no mind to what it said.
Detour, oh these bitter things I find.
Should have read that detour sign.

So now it becomes a problem of weight and momentum, how far will the train travel before the breaks stop the train? If that would be 2,000 yards all would be well if the trestle were 2,100 yards away, but not so good if it were only 1,950 yards away.

That is, you cannot stop Calamity on a dime. Calamity has forward momentum, progressive movement; and the Train of Time you ride is called by God's Space Sailors, not without irony, "The Calamity Express".

(God's Space Sailors don't kill you as much as they watch you die. When the human race goes extinct in about 2045 God's Space Sailors will watch it happen, but they will not have caused it to happen.)

This leads me to the importance of I.C. News' deadline of Thursday morning, July 10, California time.

Considering the problem of momentum (while others consider the righteousness of theological murder) I.C. News has come to understand that Thursday morning, July 10, California time, is the last possible moment the breaks can be applied if the choo-choo train is not to go off the trestle.

"When I got right to the place where it said about-face/ I thought all my worries were behind/ But the farther I go the more sorrow I know/ Should have read that detour sign."

(Should have read that detour sign.)

Imagine, I am asking a minimum of just $30 million for this story!Peanuts! How can I do it? Low overhead. Now back to our movie.

Detour, there's a muddy road ahead.
Detour, paid no mind to what it said.
Detour, oh these bitter things I find.
Should have read that detour sign.

(Should have read that detour sign.)

There is a legal precedent I would like to point out, one which I think applies perfectly to conditions at this time.

When Richard Nixon resigned there was a span of time before that resignation would take effect, and Nixon would still be President during that time. I do not recall the span of time, a week perhaps, a month, it is of no matter here.

During that span of time certain powers were taken away from Nixon, chief among them the ability to order warlike actions. It was openly stated that it was to keep him from misusing those powers if he chose to.

This amounted to an American national coup over a Republican American Fascist presidency; and the precedent and the method still stand in place today, with George W. Bush ready to unleash nuclear fire before he is scheduled to leave office. Scheduled. Scheduled. Scheduled.

That is, it can be done again; and that George W. Bush, the lunatic driving this choo-choo train to Hell, would make Richard Nixon look like Little Bo Peep.

Time is finite. The problem boils down to stopping the train before it goes off the trestle, despite the fact George W. Bush and the Republican American Fascists want it to go off the trestle.

Weight and momentum. The human race does not walk into the future, it tumbles down the precipice of it like Jack and Jill to the hard-rock bottom of it.

Said another way, after Thursday morning, California time, the human being collectively becomes a falling body.

(Detour, should have read that detour sign.)

That means the human being is like a jumper at the window now. Best we talk it back away from the window, because if it jumps its weight, mass and momentum straight down will be so great even Mighty Mouse and Superman working together could not save it from its fall.

Splat!

Detour, there's a muddy road ahead.
Detour, paid no mind to what it said.
Detour, oh these bitter things I find.
Should have read that detour sign.

Tatoo, Part 41

Should have read that detour sign!

Should have read that detour sign!

Should have read...that...detour...sign!

To be Continued

Meanwhile, the United States of America, about to sacrifice its existence in support Israel's Victim Fascism, passed through the 189th day of its last year.