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"I'll be on the road behind you here in a little bit." -- Chimp resident Dubya.
The saving grace of idiots is they are incapable of deceitful pretense in their own words. When you can figure out what they said.
So Rove goes. Then Dubya follows. Track Rove, find Dubya. But Rove has only moved behind Herbert, ever since he sucked up to leech that butt. Track Herbert, find Rove right behind.
Rove excused himself without saying where he's going TO. That means he is going in order to be away FROM. Rove is getting out of the way of the desecration coming in the Second Blast -- Nine Eleven Op, the Sequel. On eight eighteen, the planets are lined up.
Actually, the planets are lined up in the pattern of the first Nine Eleven Op, (9/11/2001), during the whole time interval from this New Moon, 8/12/07, into next week, 8/22, say, and even further, to the Full Moon 8/28, which is a lunar eclipse. So Rove's Sunday script announcement, 8/12, is a beginning part of the coming insurrection.
But history proves Rove doesn't make orders, he takes orders. From Herbert. And has for 35 years.
Saying 'planets are lined up,' calls the question, Who's planets? The answer, that traitor of monstrous birth is, (June 12, 1924: those planets), good ol' grandfatherly Herbert, as in George H_ Walker Be, number forty-one.
Herbert, the master of, and mastered by, lies, that deceit which is the option of every Gemini twins -- "the 'other one' did it." He chose, and made that bed, and sleeps in it. Becoming suffocated by it. Eventually, deprived of air, speechless, he could only command people, "read my lips."
He appears so cuddly and congenial; he looks normal, he doesn't look like a terrorist, or the mastermind of terrorism. Yet in judgment beyond the book's cover, there is malevolence in the contents. Most assuredly -- to me by reading planet patterns, to others by reading the book. To any who read: George Bush: The Unauthorized Biography; if but any read.
To me the matter is less What he says, and more When he shows up: When terrorism goes down. His very birth was the day Giacomo Matteotti was tortured and murdered, by fascist Mussolini's mercenaries. At Herbert's arrival.
As voices lately in growing chorus, with everyone's hair on fire, are shouting, 'Can you feel it?' And, 'I can just feel it.' And everywhere a palpable sense of 'something's coming,' permeates the atmospherics. Rove? Retires? For example. Federal Reserve? Collapsing? For example. Polar ice caps? Melted? For example. Terrified victims of The Fright House fascism run rampant. Everywhere. For example.
And who pops on the radar, in the midst of the 'intelligence chatter'? Who else: Herbert himself. In a NY Times poof item, and all the papers that obey, quoting Herbert saying he's disappointed in America, ridiculing his boy Dubya isn't being prudent, unsure how long to let this go on and Americans survive. He sounds so human; who knew he had two hip replacements? In the same 'news cycle,' preliminary to Rove's New Moon drama, Herbert stars Friday in TV airing presidential friends of Billy Graham. Who is dead. And Herbert the only 'friend' showing up on TV, preening presidential. While worldwide, on the ground, everyone broadcasts talk of receiving terrorizing vibrations in their life.
Everyone smells the coffee. Everyone is awake. But no one knows what time it is.
Eight eighteen. This weekend. Rove cleared out at the last moment.
Plan B might be eight twenty. By getting to eight twenty-eight, we get past the danger. After that, Herbert missed his opportunity for historic infamy.
Eight eighteen. Or eight twenty. Before eight twenty eight, no later than then, or not at all. Comes the second Nine Eleven. And it is not the act of any agents or agencies outside America. It is the deliberate and premeditated act directed by Herbert. And it is terrible. Beyond Herod, beyond Attila, beyond Inquisitors, beyond the pale, all rolled into one. Because Herbert has the H-bomb.
My dear God, I pray this prediction is wrong, and I and I only look like the biggest fool ever.
This work is difficult to write, and against the ultimate deadline. If eight eighteen is so as I see, and I keep silent of my view of the time, then I could never forgive my silence. If eight eighteen is not so as I see, and I speak false and miss the time, then I can accept my human error.
I mean to write for the universal audience, and write what I know. I know Nine Eleven Op was a false flag hoax. Some readers do not, will not, know this. And they cannot take action by my alarm. I know Herbert creates and directs the phony terrorism. Some readers do not, will not, know this. And they cannot take action by my alarm.
It is difficult to resist my nature to explain, in long detail, the evidence which convinces me that I know. And natural to teach the evidence shown to me in the planets. Some readers do not, will not, convive astrology. So writing is made difficult in trying to find reasoning words, and lose unreasonable extenuations.
Be clear: I see the timing of the terrorizing event. I see it by looking through the scope of Herbert's life depicted in astrology terms. If terror happens at the time, then it proves (to me) he did it. By no other chart is it made to happen then. It is unique of Herbert as much as fingerprints or DNA. If it happens then, (8/18 - 8/28), that IS his fingerprint, his life print, upon it. That time stamp. Where he is, what his distance, beyond his touching it, does not matter; when it is done at his time and only his time, that convicts him.
(Consider in the incriminating PNAC document, spelling out how America can be defended, but then rejecting all that knowledge since it takes too long. Too long to build America and defend? No, too long for those who crave to feel world power and control, coursing in their life before they die. Only Herbert had to hurry. He knows his time.)
Be clear: I cannot see what events transpire, only the time of them. As much as anyone can guess, I can guess, an educated guess. In my time I made weapons for Herbert, so I know about what he has to work with making terror. We never met. Yet in photos of his inauguration, my former coworkers are visible behind him, seated in the handshake seats.
For example. Herbert was the CIA director in 1976 who approved the microbiology germ warfare labs deployed in Angola, where the mutations that made HIV were made, which emerged as AIDS in patient zero, 1980. Most people cannot conceive the inhumanity of weapons Herbert works around. Most people did not help make them for him.
My guess is that he sets off a radiactive dispersal weapon in southern California, in L.A. (or San Diego), in proximity of cargo shipping ports. It's not a wild guess, inasmuch as it simply repeats the early warning signals he has sent. One part that's barely mentioned is California's governor is Herbert's agent, same as Florida's governor is. What's telling is the specific effort, and excessive, to put the agent in position -- that's no random accident.
I mean to panic people in L.A., that they may help to save themselves. The timing is quite delicate and fragile, and disrupting standard operating patterns can foul Herbert's coordination. Panic now. Panic in the streets. Change everything routine. Stockpile food and water, so much that it becomes a media event and converges reporters where they aren't routinely present. In the worst case (false alarm), there is just a lot of extra food and water in the homes -- send it to Katrina's homeless. Parade without permits, and ask with worries and in panic to question public officials, so they are away from desks where Herbert's pre-arrangements expects them. In the worst case, the public and officials newly meet each other. Stay away from work, eight eighteen and eight twenty, then go back, then stay away again; in and out and hesitate, breaking from routine. In the worst case, lost wages, lost jobs, gained freedom.
Panic now and keep it going for a week. The general strike across the country on the anniversary of Nine Eleven Op is going to be too late to disrupt eight eighteen, but not too late to celebrate beginning the undoing of the corruption of Herbert, self-lost Government, the CIA, the FBI, and military industrial complexities. That power can be claimed by we, the people.
Another hitch in plans that might deny dark Herbert, is that people who are told to enforce civil regulation force, might instead decide themselves to act like humans. Cops sent to apprehend dissidents and academics, for example, might decide instead to join their relatives against the cops. Privileged civic figures and emergency responders, first of all are human -- the chain of command might break down at the link for martial law on ground level. All across the country and in every district.
Instead of waiting for Congress to bring the troops home, the troops might fly themselves. Then it doesn't matter if Herbert has corrupt control of Congress.
In the face of the totality and demonic of corporatized corruption in this country, it hardly is audacious to simply name and fie on Herbert and plainly say, "fearmonger has no clothes or standing." Yet many who have read this far may be just flabbergasted. All that I intend is offering what I can think for persons to take action with the TV off, and without it, see their own results. My creative contribution is original thoughts, and these are things I have not seen circulating widely. Those, and this, combined and advancing the story, can reach the point of extension where it all tips into common public knowledge. When the mass of groggy addicts, spellbound in the narcotic of massmedia, is only a minority of us.
As people's minds supersaturate with wasting years and insane details of exasperated boo-ghost hunting, a moment of immediate knowing happens on hearing the stark fact of one news item, one bull's-eye, one understanding which ends every mystery instantly: Herbert. A recognized name, naked and solitary, he alone with the means and opportunity for all of it, and motive as quick to figure as, "because he can, and we can't," in clinching nods of conversation.
I have seen well-written articles flash across the internet overnight, and everyone aware of it, the very next day. Not that this is well-written, yet it has a message meme that's galvanizing: Herbert's gonna gas L.A. this weekend.
Surely there's a growing sense of what that means. First of all: Take action. Turn off TV, (it don't have the message, you do), and talk to people.
I've kept for last the hugest hunch I have in what is going on. The chimp resident Dubya's slip of the tongue, predicting he'll be "on the road" -- which means airborne in Air Force One, in his parlance, fleeing close behind Rove, "here in a little bit," means next week, not some year from now. That's what he thinks.
It reveals an element in Herbert's plan repeating part of Nine Eleven Op. Sidetrack Dubya so things are run by Cheney, who Herbert can rely to better execute and manage things. The difference this time is the operation goes on days and weeks and months, and more. It takes more tactic than Dubya flying around all day and coming back to figurehead. Dubya does not come back. Cheney then in fact is president, not temporary, (and runs for re-election if it comes to that).
So what happens to Dubya? What he is told is, he is to be slipped away surreptitiously, (on A.F.One?), right behind Rove to the big Bush compound now built down in Argentina. The m.o. can repeat the sleight of hand that disappeared the planes of passengers the first time, Nine Eleven Op. That's what Dubya thinks, guileless in his 'see ya soon' words to Rove.
Indeed, though, he is more valuable as martyr, to 'solidify the beguiled base,' so to speak, in mourning. Let Dubya get wind of one new word for his vocabulary -- infanticide, the un-oedipal complex, and use it in a sober sentence with what he knows about the way his parents tossed his sister, (deceased), and what he knows about his parent's part in prior presidential plots, (1963 and 1981), and dummy though he is, he has practiced absolution, and it might quick occur to him to turn state's evidence, to live inside the witness protection program as compared to the alternative. Moreso likely if Laura the librarian is the one defining that new word for him.
If Dubya's in the Evil Office after Rove leaves August 31st, and Cheney's not, it's all over but the shouting, here in a little bit.
