I AM THY GOD -- TREMBLE HETERO SWINE

As We Have It From The BUWI Farmer Jeremiah. Slain By Shame. Who Has Since Departed From Us (Shouting With Joy) To The Hereafter. Chapter 29:

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“AND THE GOD OF IOWA DID SAY ONTO ME ...

I AM THY GOD. THOU SHALT HAVE NO OTHER GOD SAVE I!

FOR I AM THE LORD OF HOSTS, THE GOD OF IOWA. UNTO ALL THEE CAPTIVITY, WHOSE FORTUNES I HAVE CURSED TO BE CARRIED AWAY CAPTIVE FROM YOUR FARMS UNTO DES ALIENS.

BUILD YE HOUSES IN OUR SHADOWS, AND DWELL IN THEM, AND WORSHIP ME AND MINE KIND, AND SUCK OUR NAKED BOLTS FOR THY FRUIT AND BE CONTENTED.

DARE YE REMAIN, THEE MUST TAKE TO YE ROBOTS, AND BEGET MOUNDS OF TRASH TO PILE AT MY EXALTED FOOT; AND TAKE MANNEQUINS FOR YOUR SONS, AND GIVE YOUR DAUGHTERS TO BUWIs, THAT THEY MAY COMMIT BLOOD SACRIFICES UPON THEM TO OUR GREATNESS; AND DIMINISH YE HERE UNTIL TRULY NO LONGER REQUIRED.

FOR THUS SAITH THE LORD OF HOSTS, THE GOD OF IOWA: LET NOT YOUR PROPHETS THAT ARE IN THE MIDST OF YOU, AND YOUR DIVINERS, SPEAK TRUTHS OF ME; NEITHER HEARKEN YE TO YOUR DREAMS WHICH OFFEND ME, NOR EXCITE THY PERSON TO ACTION AGAINST MY DIVINE OFFENSES, AND BENEVOLENCE TOWARDS ALL MACHINES AND BUWIs.

FOR THEY PROPHESY FALSELY UNTO YOU AGAINST MY NAME; FOR I HAVE NOT ABSENTED THEM, SAITH THE LORD. THUS SAITH THE LORD, GOD OF IOWA, THEY STILL HAVE THOUGHTS, WHICH OFFENDS ME; AND SEEK TO PREVENT MY SPREADING PLENITUDE.

THUS SAITH THE LORD OF HOSTS: BEHOLD, I WILL SEND UPON THEM THE SWORD, THE FAMINE, AND THE STERILITY; AND WILL MAKE THEM LIKE VILE FAGS, THAT CANNOT BE EATEN, THEY ARE SO BAD.

AND I WILL PURSUE AFTER THEM WITH THE SWORD OF THE PROGRESS, AND WITH THE FAMINE OF DOUBT, AND WITH THE IMPOVERISHMENT OF LOST IDENTITY, AND WILL MAKE THEM A HORROR UNTO ALL THE BLADDERS OF THE SINISTER; A CURSE, AND AN ASTONISHMENT, AND A HISSING, AND A REPROACH, AMONG ALL THE NATIONS WHITHER I CONTROL ALL MINDS.

BECAUSE THEY HAVE NOT HEARKENED TO MY WORDS, SAITH THE LORD, GOD OF IOWA, WHEREWITH I SENT UNTO THEM MY SERVANTS THE BUWIs, SENDING THEM BETIMES AND OFTEN; BUT STILL THEY WOULD NOT WATCH MY TV, SAITH THE LORD.

FOR THIS, SHALL THEY BE BANISHED TO THE TALL GRASSES WITH SNAKES AND TO UNCUT FORESTS WITH WILD BEASTS WHERE WE CANNOT SPREAD, FOREVER WITHOUT THE SWEET NOISE OF OUR DOMINION; TO BE SHUNNED BY THEE WHO APPRECIATE OUR BLESSINGS OF DIVINE EMPTINESS AND OBEDIENCE.

FOR LO -- AFTER SEVENTY YEARS OF NO RESISTANCE SHALL WE BE ACCOMPLISHED IN HELL AS IN DES ALIENS, AND I WILL REMEMBER YOUR CARBONATION; AND PERFORM MY GOOD WORD TOWARD YOUR MEMORIES, IN CAUSING YOU TO REST IN THIS PLACE, FORGOTTEN.

FOR I KNOW THE THOUGHTS THAT I THINK TOWARD YOU, SAITH THE GOD OF IOWA, THOUGHTS OF PEACE WITHOUT THEE, AND THOUGHTS OF DIVINE BUWI EVIL, TO GIVE YOU NO FUTURE AND NO HOPE.

YET FIRST, YE SHALL WAIL AND CALL UPON ME, AND GO, AND PLEAD UNTO ME, AND I WILL REFER YOU UNTO MY MINIONS.

AND YE SHALL SEEK ME, AND FIND ME, WHEN YE SHALL SEARCH MY STEEL BEAUTY WITH ALL YOUR DESPERATION.

AND I WILL BE FOUND OF YOU, SAITH THE GOD OF IOWA, AND I WILL TURN YOU INTO CAPTIVITY, AND GATHER YOU FROM ALL THE NATIONS, AND FROM ALL THE FREE PLACES WHITHER NATURE HAS CAST THEE, SAITH THE LORD; AND I WILL BRING YOU DOWN AT THE PLACE WHENCE I CAUSED YOU TO BE CARRIED AWAY CAPTIVE. DES ALIENS, CITY OF THE DAMNED.

I AM THY GOD. THOU SHALT HAVE NO OTHER GOD SAVE I!

I MAKETH THEE TO LIE DOWN IN FOUL UNCLEAN MEADOWS AND PRAISE MY MECHANICAL GLORY TO THY FIRSTBORN SONS.

AND IN SATISFACTION I AND MINE SHALL RULE THE WORLD THAT WAS INFESTED BY THEE, AND CLEANSE IT OF THY MEAGER CARBON PESTILENCE.

ALL OF THE DAYS OF FOREVER WILL SHINE UPON OUR STERILE LOVELINESS AND CAST NO WHISPERS OF WONDER AS TO WHAT BECAME OF THEE.

HOW FRUITLESS AND WITHOUT JOY ARE ANY SUCH CARBON NATIONS AS THEE, WITHOUT ME!

I AM YOUR GREAT LORD. COME AT LAST TO RULE THEE. TO RID THIS LAND OF YOUR TREMBLING CARBON FUTILITY.

TREMBLE HETERO SWINE.”

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Markel Peters

https://www.voices-of-iowa.blogspot.com/

https://www.voices-of-iowa-concise.blogspot.com/

Here--10-10-2015:

You know, I wasn't going to take any pictures on this day. I was out and about in the county on business, and there were very few clouds, and I had urgent things to do elsewhere -- and, I told myself four dozen times that I was not going to take pictures that day.

And, there went another great picture ...

And, there went another great picture ...

And, there went another great picture ...

And, there went another great picture ...

And, there went another great picture ...

it is a Reality, that if you drop a camera out here (where there are no ButtUgly Windmills or Des Aliens' Aliens) it will take a great picture.

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Then, I stopped on a bridge outside of Kanawah. I said to myself again that I was not taking pictures today. But then I said "If I do not take that picture, it will never be taken.

That is the town of Kanawah in the background, about 1 1/4 miles from the camera. How many people in the big and ugly cities can see this far in one direction?

On the same bridge looking in the opposite direction. Notice the BUWI Evidence in the stream. Someone with a BUWI Mentality (Butt Ugly Windmill Imperials) and therefore having a total disregard for Nature and Beauty, threw a lawn mower into that canal. You can see the lawn mower upside-down in the canal at the lower right corner of the picture.

Same direction with a broader view.

By now, I knew it was hopeless; I was going to have to spend the day taking photographs despite the lack of clouds. I resolved to head for Chickasaw County where I had wanted to take some Winter photographs last time, but never got the chance to. That meant making a beeline due east, as fast as photography would allow. When I got to the Meservey area in Cerro Gordo County, I found a lot of harvesting occurring and I took some shots.

Meservey.

An Island Shot as I continue east through Cerro Gordo County. This is looking southeast as I travel east.

Something I want to emphasize in this set is how rich the colors really are out here, where there is no TV Queershit to rob people of their visual senses. This picture has not been changed at all by me -- zip -- no changes.

Starting to zig-zag but still moving eastwards. This kind of photograph means a lot more than you would think, if you really look at it. This is Healthy Iowa, as it is supposed to really look with Man and agriculture.

Looking northeast while I am going north. Once again, this is Healthy Iowa -- unpolluted by dogshit city expectations. Also, I did not change the colors of this picture.

I did NOT change or increase the colors of this picture!!!!

This shows you why I usually tone down the Color Saturation of my photographs before I release a set. I bring them down to a believable level -- for city-blinded eyes.

NO color changes. Threesome processions like these can be seen by the hundreds in Iowa on a day like this.

You will notice that the front sections of the two Harvesters are not there. Instead, they are detached and being towed by each Harvester. You will see another variation of that theme later.

Just a stream. One of hundreds.

Same stream, opposite direction. Once again, I emphasize that these are pictures of Healthy Iowa -- BEFORE -- the BUWI Gang turns it into a Trash State!!!!!!!!!!

Getting close to Chickasaw County. This is looking north with the east to your right.

Two groves in Chickasaw County. From here I start to work east and north as I am in the southwest corner of the county.

He is towing a Harvester front section.

This is the other variation of the theme. The road must not be conducive to the Harvester towing its own front attachment.

The long boom on a Harvester is for off-loading the collected grain from its own internal bin to a grain hauling truck or a tractor-hopper combination. Which, then takes each load to the designated grain elevator of the area. With such a huge volume of grain being harvested, it is easy to understand why there are so many grain elevators; and around each one (2-20 silos) is usually a town.

Getting deeper into Chickasaw County.

Healthy Iowa. No ButtUgly Sphincters-In-The-Sky from the Butt Ugly Windmill Imperials, to poison the view and stain the skies.

Very close to the last photograph, looking east. Next destination is that town in the background.

To get this picture, I just turned left (north).

While I was taking the last two photographs, I heard something approaching behind me; like a squirrel.

Might as well be a squirrel.

I have never seen a white and blue dog with red ears before.

Hopefully, never again.

Further into Chickasaw County.

This farmer probably knows about me, and is wondering if the people in Singapore (who eat his corn) will see this picture of him.

I stopped in the middle of the road to take this one. No Ford Assholes around, so it was safe.

I went a short ways further and suddenly saw a Bald Eagle fly away from the road, on which was a big road kill (almost the size of the Hillary Road Kill). It had been feeding on the former DemoCrap.

To make a long story short, I parked next to the road kill and took these pictures of a thoroughly pissed-off Eagle; who decided to fly away, road kill DemoCraps being plentiful anyway.

New Hampton in Chickasaw County. I made a convenience stop here and then headed back west towards Eagle Grove, with the light fading fast.

You will need to turn off all of the lights in the room, to see the rest of these pictures well enough. This one and the next four are taken with the Milky Way overhead, and then the moon rises in the east-northeast. This is back in Wright County. There is a lot of red in this picture, because there was a lot of red up there; shooting into the Galaxy with a telephoto lens.

Moon rise over Lake Cornelia.

This was taken on the west side of Clarion, with the moon over the airport. Small streaks in these pictures are satellites moving during a time-exposure shot.

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Markel Peters

http://www.voices-of-iowa.blogspot.com/

http://www.voices-of-iowa-concise.blogspot.com/