Crap On Yourself! Vote In 2014!

Should I have been more mellow and milktoast-cuddly about that?

How about ...

Experience Inconvenient Unpleasantries Upon Your Exalted Personage -- Vote in 2014!

I am sure some enemy of ours would like that much better. They always like defeatism, and chicken(bleep).

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You will have to bear with me here. I am feeling very happy, and I know that most of you are not. Then again, a lot of you still think you have to Vote -- Uuck!

Me? I'm chilling at the keyboard of one laptop, and watching a movie on another laptop; and wondering just why I go to all of this trouble to explain so much of what should be as obvious as the eyeballs in your face.

I can see that some of you are new to the Truth, out there. You needn't look so afraid! The Truth only bites neurons.

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Welcome, and greetings from the Great Iowa Junkyard!

Where, in a few weeks, a passel of programmed robots are going to do something that is absolutely hideous -- but, they are far too stupid to know better (having not read this message of course).

They are going to -- Vote. Which is kind of like being told that 'Slim' just walked down the road with his shotgun, to blow his own brains out down by the mill.

What is the first thing you say? "When?" or 'Why?" Not where voting is concerned. With voting it is "Before, or after?"

They are going to Vote -- for which lying piggy assholes will be the JunkMasters of Iowa for the next four years.

Is it Nice? Absolutely not!

Is it Decent? Hell No!

Is it Sane? Are you kidding?

Is it American? Not for a very long time!

So ... why is it still happening?

So I can write with 'Appropriate Language'?

hummm -- that would be nice

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So -- what is the message this time?

Crap on yourself--Vote in 2014.

Piss on your children--Vote in 2014.

Sex change your brain--Vote in 2014.

Dump on your whole life--Vote in 2014.

And, in all cases reading the Des Aliens Rearsniffers does the same thing. (formerly des moines before eternal boycott)

Sex change your pets--Vote in 2014.

Run over your spouse--Vote in 2014.

Set fire to your house--Vote in 2014.

Bankrupt your life forever--Vote in 2014.

Leave Humanity and become a Porno Slave--Vote in 2014.

Commit Suicide--Vote in 2014.

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This should not be news, you know ...

the scummiest vermin to ever pretend to be American politicians, or to aspire to be American politicians, are about to have their own private festival in November (where the worst lie wins the best prize) -- but, without the blundering stupidity of enough Idiots it cannot happen.

For their Festival of Horrid Power and Gluttony to work -- Idiots must Vote.

The Truth that spanks your neurons is that Voting, after the Rat Debacle in 2012, is a Queer Act; as horrible as Sodomy.

Voting today, can only be spawned by Queerism and Satanism. No one today, is shit stupid enough to vote, and think there is something right about doing it. All previous notions of voting and the values of voting are gone forever.

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I know it will be hard for TV watchers (etc) to understand, but the Intelligent Humans that are smart enough not to vote in the Politics Ghetto Game actually do comprise a Third Party of their own. An Intelligent Party, regardless of the Queershit that DemoCrap and RepuCrap liars say about them.

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Personally, I am ecstatic about NOT VOTING.

Personally, may I say that every Political Piggy in the Politics Sty at this time is both repulsive and an abomination to my Species. And, I do not even know 99% of the names of the Things. Nor, do I have to know the names, or the ugly faces, or the lying schemes, or the pathetic pretenses. That particularly includes the ones that spit out lies about their being Human and Conservative ...

QUEERSHIT!!!!!!!!!!

This Human knows better.

[[Incidentally, have you noticed that the Queer Medias have shifted the emphasis of their lies to support the Political Ghetto Game rather than just one side? That is because both 'sides' are perverted now, and Humans are opposing the entire Politics Scam by not voting.

Be sure that you will never know the real numbers of Humans that do not vote. The Politics Ghetto, from the Clerks to the Masters, will never let you know that. The Queer Medias will say the same old lies about numbers of voters -- just like they say the same lies about how many Idiots embrace their so-called Homosexual stuff. Same lies -- different labels -- same twisted reasons. Plus, they will be lying about the 'elections' at the same time, anyway!]]

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Having agreed about all of that ...

let us look more closely at the awfulness of the Politics Ghetto and its perpetual Voting Game for Idiots.

In no particular order. Since when was there order to a compost heap?

[[This is the part I love.]]

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Let me tell you how bad the Voting Game is. Every other November, when the Queershit Elections are held, all American Flags should be removed from view across the Country. The Voting Game of the political assholes has nothing to do with the Real America, and is nothing more than a programmed mental disease that promotes political assholes -- and demotes all Real Americans!

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Here in Iowa, the differences between DemoCraps and RepuCraps are so minor, that these (bleeps) do not even care about having different appearances. They are all White Homo-Fascists anyway, and now they have reversed the 'traditional' political colors of their political trash signs, that they litter the towns and highways with.

Today, the RepuCraps are using blue instead of red, and the DemoCraps are using red instead of blue. And really, what does it matter? They all march under the Pervert Flag instead of the American Flag anyway! So, false colors are their real identity after all.

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You know, I am so free of all of their politics that I do not even know the phony identities or the 'names' of the turds that are running for queered offices in 2014! And, why should I? The scum here in Iowa that are running for queered offices are identical to the scum that are running for queered offices in New Jersey! Or, Nude Yack! Or, Illinois! Or, Detroit!

I only know about 'Il Duce', because I have written about the Little Dictator before.

Period.

[[The Sweet Tweet Madams -- Gronstal of Council Stuffs, and Murphy of De Puke -- must be in there somewhere; but that is all inside the Bubble of Lies at Des Aliens.]]

Since those swine are all queered anyway, the outcomes do not matter at all to Humans! It is all Il Duce's Junkyard of Perverts and BUWIs to us. Trash is trash, get used to it. Idiots, vote for it! So, it must be good -- right?

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Do you care what or whose crap is already in a Porta-Potty when you use it?

No, of course not.

Nor will the next wave of Queer Reavers and Earth Haters that want to dump their shit into 'Il Duce Land' (formerly Iowa Junkyard).

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Isn't it strange? All of the Branstad Kitty Litter signs are invaders of DemoCrap towns and queered cities like Des Aliens and Atheist Aims, and along state highways. Butt, the Little Dictator's free asswipe is not posted out in the countrysides, or on the county roads!!!! Not there.

The RepuCraps must think that all of us out here in the country are too smart to vote.

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When you get down to cases, except for those porkers inside of the Piggy Variety Pack, who else could give a shit what is in what office in the so-called State Outhouse at Des Aliens? Do I bother you by looking in your Porta-Potty? Do I knock on your door and demand to inspect your Porta-Potty? No. Obviously, I am not interested in heaps of dung.

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It is pathetic to see stupid people vote. This is the first time that I have refused to vote, and it is a real eye opener! When I think of all of the times I wasted in the past about politics, it is enough to make me sick. Now, I get to vomit at the sight of empty-headed bozos and TV watchers voting.

Still, this is better. Much better.

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RepuCraps think that we Humans are so stupid that we will vote for their games of lies again and again in any number of ways ...

1. Because the rules of the Propaganda Game say it is their turn to win.

2. By allowing the DemoCraps to commit all kinds of horrid crimes against us -- that they could have prevented easily, but were afraid to rock the game boat and offend the DemoCraps -- AND -- deliberately did not prevent those crimes, in an effort to make themselves look good compared to the DemoCraps later -- thereby using the rules of the game to work in their favor again.

3. Once elected instead of the DemoCraps, the RepuCraps will deliberately allow all DemoCrap crimes to continue, and then do nothing for Humans once they are in office -- and then setup number ...

4. Make it appear as though they are trying to stop the DemoCraps, and all of the past crimes of the Deviates and the DemoCraps -- but they still cannot do it because ...

5. Not enough DemoCraps have been removed from political offices for the RepuCraps (self-proclaimed conservatives) to make society Human again -- AND -- they have not received enough of your money yet to make it happen! Translation -- they are not rich enough yet, to convince and satisfy themselves that the game rules can be changed, and they will stay rich and get richer!

When all along, it is Human Writers like myself, and Steve Deace, and Mark Steyn, who are keeping the Human Species intact; without any help whatsoever from the RepuCraps!

Seen from afar, the RepuCraps are just as ghastly and evil as the DemoCraps are.

Smelled up-close, they all reek of Political Dung and their twisted expectations that because they are elected into Queer Coalitions all Humans must accept them as leaders and authorities. Oh! And, they are really different from the other party, because of how they dress differently and creep differently.

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Thank God Almighty I Do Not Vote! The smartest thing that I ever did on this website was to kick politics out of it; and to declare that I will never vote again unless I am in a Human Country first.

Fact: Step back from the latest propaganda and see that there is no difference about this 2014 election and any other election that has already happened. The only changes are superficial. This time, the National RepuCraps have released more money for Campaign Litter to be put up along the state highways for the 'Little Duce'; but that is the only slight difference I can see. I have already explained that such propaganda is what all Dictatorships do, to bully the Voters into voting again for the criminals and the liars that plague their existence. Poor and pathetic Voters, that have been forced to forget all of the crimes and lies that were done to them -- and are forced to think that such crimes and lies are all that the public deserves to begin with!

Consequently, this country will always be up to its eyeballs in Political Creeps and Criminals as long as 'Idiots that have been Lied To' -- Vote.

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How many of you realize that these elections are just Business Conflicts that are utterly devoid of Humanity, even though their propaganda constantly tries to use Human Woes as leverage and catch phrases, to get Humans to believe (once again) that voting for the continuation of the Business Conflict will somehow help us against the Genociders -- which it never has, and never will. It is nothing more than cold and greedy Business-As-Usual, cloaked every other November as the answer to all Human Problems. And, as long as you vote to perpetuate those elections, it will remain Business-As-Usual.

Do you know? RepuCraps and DemoCraps actually talk to each other!

Think about that.

DemoCraps and RepuCraps talk to each other, and then both lie like thieves to all of you!

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Very recently, like two days ago, I was washing my Impala (Cashmere) at a car wash near Fort Drudge; and on the overhead speakers (made in Communist China) there was blaring a Filthy Monkey station from the Drudge Dungle. As I washed my car, I had to listen to a long sequence of political radio ads, denouncing each other's candidates and their alleged misdeeds.

Oh really? Misdeeds? Like the orchestrated imposition of illegal and unnatural and unwanted Queer and Phony Marriage-Hatred upon an innocent state of unsuspecting Iowa Humans????

Oh No! There was no mention of any Truth! All of the crap-ads were about pretending that some Repus are 'conservatives', without a syllable of what a 'conservative' is or wants; and over that, everything was about taxes and expenditures. There was not a word about 'Humanity' or decency; the letters H-U-M-A-N were never used! All of it was nothing more than scripts from radio attacks of the twentieth century, reused with new political names -- AND -- Deviates calling themselves 'conservatives' (undefined), which no RepuCraps can now do with Truth, after the little 'Il Duce' has gotten in bed with the Monkey Judges and the so-called Homosexuals.

Amazing what you can learn, if you know how to listen.

[[Did you watch 'Il Duce' after the Rat Debacle in 2012? That thing was completely unphased and cool about such a huge defeat. And, why not be? It was all expected and planned -- to keep down the Humans until 2014!]]

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Would a DemoCrap or a RepuCrap know what to do with a Reality?

Sure -- of course ...

1. Lie to it.

2. Threaten that because of this Reality, the world will be destroyed if the other 'side' is elected.

3. Get possession of the Reality in Queer Legalese -- and then rape it.

4. Enslave it.

5. When it falls, beat it until it gets up and then ride it again until it dies.

6. Steal another.

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Do you fall for their lies when they say to you that you are invited to join their party?

You? Hell No!

You are just a voter!

If You want to be a part of Their 'party', You must cease to exist; and They must replace what You were, with what They want! Then, what Was You must do exactly as They say, or You will not get a squeezed ass and a seat in a tiny chair at the poverty row tables; where They send beginners like You!

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***There is something else that is very important about this.***

I meant what I said about not voting. This simple act of clarity separates this website from the monster Politics forever. From now on, this website is forever clean and removed from the various rancid sides of the Politics Sham. That, is exactly what I want, and far more importantly, it is what the Human Species needs most!!!!

Continued involvement with the pathetic fakeries of Politics would just reduce my effectiveness for my Species. Naturally, what is good for myself, and this website, is also good for all Humans.

Did you get that? What is good for myself, and my website for Humans, is good for all Humans! Hence, I urge all Humans to denounce all Politicians and their terrible Games-At-Our-Expense. And, not vote in 2014, or later.

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If you have to think of the immediate benefit that comes from not voting and from knowing that all Politicians are your enemies, then think of the freedom that it gives to your mind to know so positively that all Politicians are lying jackals; and that none of them are as good as you are at anything! Not one single thing!

All promises from Politicians are fake and selfishly motivated. Have you ever heard of a Politician that is willing to jeopardize his or her chances to be re-elected in the Politics Sham for any cause of the Human Species? Whenever, one of those pansies tries to rock the Politics Boat for us, the 'Establishment Cunts' dressed in pantyhose (regardless of sex), threaten them with being cut off from the Party Funds and the Party Support -- and then they shut up and kowtow to the greeds and plans and demands of the Politics Business of only taking care of paying customers, like the so-called Homosexual things.

All Politicians care only about one thing, re-election.

All Politicians follow the same obvious formula: to act as though they care about you, then to jerk you around for votes if they can -- and then, to abandon you with excuses!

Is it any surprise that I say -- All Life Is Blissful Without Politicians.

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Being told that you should vote is the same thing as being told that you should join a Queer Coalition. Name a Politician that does not worship Monkey Judges and Perverts! Not by what they say! By what they are! You don't know what they are, do you? And yet, their Voting Game has you by the ass! So, you vote and die more and more every two years.

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I will give you two parallels to the Voting Scam that you might understand:

The Soft Drinks Scam -- makes you fat, really bloated -- they tell you not to drink so much -- they profit from increased sales of caffeine and high fructose corn syrup anyway -- the entire industry is fighting over who gets your addiction to both.

The Cell Phone Scam -- makes you stupid and dangerous on the road, and mindless in everyday life -- they tell you to use cell phones carefully and only when appropriate -- at the same time, every iota of the emphasis of their business is to sell more and more airtime minutes -- and when asked about it they say "Of course!"

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If you want news about Politics and related sewage surpluses you will have to go to another website. To me, that is all the internal affairs of Queer Coalitions; and I do not report about the things as though they are People like us, which they can never be. I only report on what those things do against us.

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Absolutely, to vote is to join a Queer Coalition -- even if you think it is temporary. Remember the number one motto of queer Mordor -- "Once a Queer -- Always a Queer!" For those of you who do not know, that motto is used by the Queer Propagandists in Mordor to keep all perverts from defecting out of the queer hoards of the Grand Imperial Faggot of Mordor, based at 'Misbegotten' -- another strong stenchhold of the Queer Coalitions.

Think that is a joke? Or, that I am raving?

What do the Politicians say to you? To keep you from defecting to Sanity?

Are you willing to answer that? Or, are you unwilling to admit all of the connections?

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Deloused:

Getting rid of any involvement with Politicians in this website is like getting deloused of fleas and blood-sucking parasites and ticks and worms all at the same time!

What a wonderful feeling!

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For me, this is as great an event as when I stopped watching the Satan Tube forever. Look at the comparison. Politics is not Leadership, and neither is TV. Politics is not Statesmanship, and neither is TV. Politics is not Human, and neither is TV. Politics is Satanic and greedy and ruinous to any country, and so is TV.

This is one more break away from any hold over me by Satanism!

Great!

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In case you are new to all of this, or you have been lied to and have just escaped -- it all came apart for the Politicians when they let queered Monkey Judges pretend that they are entire states or nations. Then, with nothing to stop them, those Demented Chimps started to make false decrees and prostitute decisions that Queer and Phony Marriage Hatred can and should replace Human Marriage -- in keeping with the so-called Homosexual Agenda and their already declared intentions to replace all previous intelligent lifeforms on this planet with themselves, and their horror pit of cross-stitched and mutilated freaks.

That, is what tore all of the masks off from all of the Politicians; and revealed them as the rotten corpses that they really are. It also exposed the animated game that they are all playing at our expense. The cover has been removed from them and their game and the whole thing stinks like road-kill on a hot summer's day -- 365 days a year.

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One fringe benefit from treating all Politicians like crap on your shoes from now on, is that you never have to look at those dipshit red and blue maps of the country again. That has all died with the queering of the ModoRats, and the creation of the RepuCrap Class of Sodomites. (formerly Republican Establishment)

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did you ever see a pack of scum more deserving of appropriate language? you know, at this rate i could sell appropriate language

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Markel Peters

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

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

THE DREAM – 10-04-2014:

This dream came to me on the morning of Saturday October 4, 2014.

There are political elements inside of this dream, but I am explaining the dream to you as it happened. This is not any kind of endorsement for any political party, or politicians of any ilk. As you should know by now, if I wanted to do some politicking it would be out front and in your face. However, you should also know that I have renounced all politics -- and I have particularly declared my revulsion of the idiotic practice of Voting.

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There I was, dreaming along.

My dream streams are something to see, and usually much better than the movies that are being produced these days. For one reason, I do not watch movies or films. I grew out of that decades ago. Nowadays, I observe -- and either appreciate or depreciate.

I know so much about film-making and techniques, and I have such a huge collection of examples and characters and evaluations in my mind, that any film or movie that comes my way is merely a specimen for examination. I have an entire table in my house for microscopes. I examine all sorts of creatures that thrive and flourish in my amazon backyard. I treat movies and films from the 'outside' the same way.

Movies and documentary films from the 'inside', are another matter entirely. I use such 'videos' as material for my stories and books and messages. When I dream, however, they run in a controlled amok. They operate on their own independence, within the forces of what is 'excellence'. It is not like any process operating within written guidelines. It is more like a very complex collection of ideas flowing along and being influenced by pre-existing forces of Truth. Truth about what is Good and what is Evil. What is likely to be possible, and what is not. What could really happen, and what could not. Forces, affecting forces.

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In this dream stream, I was looking through the stream to the other side; where there was a very attractive black vixen wearing next to nothing, in pink nothings, and swishing her hips and ample breasts about for some sultry reason. I was about to swim over there and latch onto her, when this dream started instead.

A series of large and modern buildings appeared before me, set down into a very large office complex. The grounds were very green with large grass lawns and replete with flower gardens; which is what a lot of such places do when the buildings themselves are not very attractive. The complex was miles by miles in size, and I could not see the borders of it. The buildings that I did see, were of that modern blockhouse type; that are none too long on architecture, and are rather designed for maximum usage and inside spacing; while being somewhat fashionable on the outside with mirrored windows. All of the windows of these buildings were mirrored towards the outside world. To look at them was to look elsewhere. The windows of the buildings were tinted with a faint dark blue, and the steel support structures were all black with shining chrome trim everywhere. Each building had a protruding foyer at its entrance, with a very large parking canopy of similar steel and chrome.

There was a line of those buildings, I am not sure how many, and they were all very large and tall. They were twice as high as they were wide, and they seemed to be about eight hundred feet wide.

If there were more lines of these buildings I did not see them, my attention was focused on the fact that the first of those buildings (as seen from above by myself) was filled with Humans. It was a Human building. I was flying above the building and off to one side, so I had about a forty-five degree approach to it. I knew what was going on in that building, even though I was not down there.

There was a ceremony going on at the ground level, and it was a wedding, but there was also a disruption. Somehow, HObama the Pervert was coming to the building. Every Human there, was aghast at that news. HObama, and ten long limousines with QueerSwats were coming to the building!

The Humans had to perform the Human Marriage as fast as they could, because the building had to be evacuated before HObama and the QueerSwats arrived! I could see the bride in white and yellow, and the groom dressed in a black tux; and all of the relatives and friends dressed in many brightly colored costumes. Of course, the place was bedecked with flowers everywhere, and balloons and children dressed up in their best clothes.

Time flashed forwards for me, probably fifteen minutes, and now the building was being emptied of all occupants -- before HObama and the QueerSwats arrived. I flew in great circles around the building watching all of the evacuation. Eventually, I was satisfied that all of the Humans were gone.

The scene fell silent, completely. It was about late morning, and a brief shower passed through the scene, leaving a mist behind it that muffled the sounds of the area. Then, without headlights on, HObama and the Queerswats arrived in a long single file; and surrounded the building with long black limousines. Somehow, I knew that the Humans were safe and away.

HObama unfolded from a limousine like a long-legged praying mantis, from a pod of devil spawned seeds; and walked slowly to the entrance beneath the front canopy. There, it stopped for a moment and looked inside. Then, it opened the front door and turned to look back at the limousines. After a gesture from IT, there issued from the limousines a torrent of Imps and Demons from Hell. Skipping and hopping and walking on their hands, they flowed from the limousines by the hundreds and occupied the building.

Once inside, they ransacked the place. As they tore apart the offices and desecrated the site of the Human Marriage, they all turned into government sucks and pimps and primps, dressed in suits.

At this point, I sailed off and away to the sixth building. The first building, now reeked of sinister death and radiated evil. The first building, now writhed and vibrated with Queerism, and hate for Humans, and slaughter-level death. Then, I decided to go into the first building and see what they were doing in there.

A leather belt appeared above the buildings, fifty feet wide and very long. It ran in a line along the tops of the buildings and was attached to the buildings by larger leather bands -- all of the leather was very thick and polished and brown.

I realized that it was a walkway for me to use to reach the first building on; but as I walked on it, it bowed and dipped from my weight. When I got within two buildings of the first one, I decided to fly instead; because the movements of the leather beltway could reveal my approach to the Queerswats there, giving away my presence.

I flew up and away, and then back to the first building. I flew into the building through the walls. Inside, the building was being converted into a government facility; and many drones in suits were bringing in office equipment; while others were throwing out Human equipment. I hovered up and down the stairways, and followed groups of government sucks going up and down those stairways. I listened to them talking in gov-speak chirps, about how the missing Humans will be found and punished for the Terrorist Wedding -- and how the Masters will love this new building. They giggled about how an orgy pad would soon be installed in the front foyer; and how they couldn't wait for Inauguration Day, and the first orgy to dedicate the building with.

Some of the office rooms on different floors were on fire, and government sucks were dancing around burning file cabinets; turning into Imps and Demons as they danced, and then turning back into grey suited government sucks.

I rose out of all of that, far above the building and looked about for any signs of Humans; but they were all well gone and over the horizons. I did not feel any emotions about the tragedy and destruction that was happening. HO, and its Imps and Demons are all slated for residency in Hell anyway. It is the upchuck of Hell onto our living planet that is bothersome. But, in this case I was a detached observer.

[[And yes, I do think about such things (in such ways) in my dreams. And, I do agree with the ways that I think about such things in my dreams.]]

HObama walked out of the smoldering building with a very pleased smile, and left with the ten limousines to attack another building; even though it was no longer the Resident at the White Outhouse.

I watched the limousines leave, and I flew through the building again, several times to see the government sucks licking the walls; and sucking each other in the elevators, and smearing their fresh dung along the corridor walls (Boston-style with Boston Squeals) to make the place homey.

Then, I flew above the building again, and I suddenly saw (waiting for me on top of the leather beltway) the same black beauty that I had seen before. She was dressed in a Santa's Elf costume (very skimpy) and she was sitting on the driver's bench of Santa's Sleigh, beckoning me to join her. She had the reigns in one hand and beckoned with the other; with an alluring smile on her gorgeous face.

In front of the sleigh (which was pointed along the length of the beltway, away from the building) were harnessed ten big bunny rabbits, each about two tons in weight; either pink, yellow or white. They all had their heads turned about to look at me, with their long ears listening.

I was stepping up into the sleigh to be with that really beautiful temptation, when I saw in the back of the sleigh (resting on its side) a massive dictionary from the nineteenth century. It was six feet long, three feet wide and two feet thick; and bound in brown leather with gold letters and gold decorations, and its pages were gold-edged. It was for me.

I had about enough time to look at it, and then look at her -- with appreciation in many ways -- when the ears of the ten bunny rabbits turned away from us. They turned like ten radars on the same beam, away to the left; and then the ten bunny heads followed. Except for the delightful young black woman at my side, we all looked away to the left and upwards towards a sound.

A burning jumbo jet airliner was coming towards us. It looked like one of those heavy European bus liners that are larger than the Boeing 747's.

Immediately, I was hit by a spacial realization of where we were. There were ten very large, and fuzzy, and colorful bunny rabbits (that could snap off one of my legs with a single bite) in harnesses and sitting two abreast on top of a much larger brown leather belt. The beltway, stretched from the top of this building across a far expanse of distance (too far to be seen); and was attached to the rest of the buildings in this line by huge leather bands.

They, and Santa's Sleigh, were pointed away from the building that we were on top of; and about to depart from. The sleigh was a little oversized, but then again it had to be so, in order to carry the dictionary that I must have ordered. The knock-out black babe (in the perfect 'next to nothing' outfit) was still looking at me and winking.

Below us, was a building full of DemoCraps/Queers/RepuCraps that were celebrating the sack of a Human Building; and were turning from government sucks, into faggots, into monstrous aberrations, and back into government sucks every five minutes.

I was about to sit down next to 'Miss Black Lovely of 2014'; when in the skies to our left (which seemed to be very large and wide and darker for some reason, and yet was more highlighted as though someone was using the video controls on us) a very rare sight was seen heading towards us -- a very large jetliner with both wings on fire and trailing a long column of bright white and yellow smoke -- but consumed in something else.

All over the burning jetliner, and all around it as it flew on fire, there billowed great vents of steam; creating the effect of a meteor falling through a hurricane.

I took all of this in, in about two seconds, and realized that the burning aircraft was going to impact beyond us; by flying over us. By now it looked for all the world like a burning meteor of ice, shaped like an aircraft. The explosions and intense fires that consumed it were causing great out-rushes of vapor from its body. Like a bullet made of intense steam, it sailed over our heads -- half fire, half ice and steam. Clearly, there was an aircraft inside of it all and burning. From it, there emanated an uncanny sound like that of a great falling object, and a steam geyser passing us quickly and causing a doppler feedback effect to our ears. I thought I heard a chorus of screams.

"That is the first one I have seen."

I turned to my right, to find one of my truck driver friends standing next to me in a Disaster and Rescue uniform; dark blue with bright fluorescent orange trim. His dark blue cap was of a World War II model, Germanic Fire Brigade type; and the top and back of it was bright white. Built into it, was a short and heavy cape that came down to his shoulders, also white. On the front of the cap was the symbol of the DR teams.

He pushed me about and pointed up into the skies in a different direction, more to the left. I turned, realizing that I was also dressed in a classic DR uniform, and looked out across a vast landscape of high plains, scattered evergreen forests, abundant wheat fields, golden grasslands, and rugged butte-like mountains of many shades of tan and brown and granite -- set off from us by a dozen miles. I could not see what he meant.

"No, more over!" he shouted. And then, I saw it. From further left was descending a tremendous aircraft of orange colors. I took in quickly that it was of a different origin and design; however it was coming down in a long descending curve, like another meteor fire-balling through a hurricane. But, there was no hurricane.

The airships were causing the steam effect themselves, somehow. This one too, looked like a projectile of vapor and intense fire arching down to the Earth. Both air ships had the distinct and objective appearance of something unearthly just arriving at the planet. I looked at them like we observe comets and asteroids arriving for the first time; very high up, very unexpected, very awesome.

From it came different sounds, like engines revving and cables straining and wheels grinding at high speeds and metals breaking. It was the foreboding noise of an aircraft descending towards a crash. Its trajectory was almost the opposite of the former aircraft's.

We both winced and instinctively ducked, when an explosion blew out across the plains with a blast wave. We turned and saw the town about five miles away, a massive fireball mushroom rising from its far side. The skies on that horizon flashed with huge lighting effects, as though an Aurora Borealis had impacted upon the earth. The blue of the sky there, became replaced with outward flying curtains of dense colors like purple and red, and a bright and thickly veined yellow. The effect was so intense, that it cast shadows on everything between it and us. Down on the surface between the town and ourselves, walking in the tall grasses up to their knees, there approached the figures of the rest of our DR team, ten more in all. As I watched them tromping through the greens and golds, they all struck me as being of similar body types and legions of Humanity. They were all ruggedly built, with square shoulders and tough faces (all different), and their looks were resolute and determined. They looked for all the world like veteran French Foreign Legionnaires, except I knew they were my own legionnaires.

"Forget the town!" someone called.

"We are assigned to the grasslands and the park!" called another.

The explosions behind them were so bright that their faces were in darkness beneath their white capes and blue caps; until they were so close I could shake their hands, which I did of course. The first aircraft I had seen, impacted the plains to the south of us (which by now I was sure was Central Wyoming) with a belly flop and a long skidding into a small butte. The resulting explosion took off several acres of the butte, and looked as though the Earth had belched fire and brimstone there.

We looked at it calmly, and then I said -- "Where is Murphy?"

"Off fighting his own war again, Captain." was the reply.

"Forget him then. I will court-martial his ass after this is over!" I replied. Then I looked back at the mushroom cloud of flames and billowing fires that the town was under. The storm of death there was creating its own lighting bolts, huge ones, and the flashing light shimmered and scorched the eyes and obscured the body of the town that was trapped underneath it.

It was not because of the sight that I looked in that direction, but because of a sound. I looked up into the mushroom cloud of bright gases and pointed. There, emerged yet another giant aircraft -- sizzling and billowing vapors and its own flames; and searing its way through the inferno until it was quite separated from it, and flying in a fiery and straight arch towards the great plains that were now behind us -- towards the mountains.

This aircraft was gyrating, shaking its wings like it was convinced that enough flapping of its bodily appendages would put out the holocaust that was consuming it. No such luck. It screamed of hot gaseous explosions, and emitted a long doppler effect like a fast train running on some ghost track over our heads.

"It's for the fields, Captain!" one sergeant said brusquely; and we all set off at a run through the tall grasses, towards the mountains; with this latest airliner spitting and sizzling and shrilling slowly towards Earth, just above us. It was right above us, but cast no shadow. A rain of fire droplets fell about us onto the grasslands as we ran.

Again, the scene seemed to be darker than usual, and yet the important features were lit up and highlighted for emphasis. I know such lights. We were in an atmosphere that should have been excellent for photography. Instead we were running for lives.

Out before us, several miles distant, the plains lost their darkness and from there to the mountains everything was brightly lit by star lux; putting the mountain range in stark contrast to what we were running inside of.

The aircraft smashed into the plains at a bad angle, and I know we all felt worse as we ran. No one could have survived that. We kept running. The plains roamed beneath our feet quickly, and we kept running over vast stretches of wheat, down and up ravines, leaping over streams, until we were into patches of scrub pines with the mountains still in the distance.

I called everyone to a halt, and we looked back at our track. The town was now much further away, and a black cloud of smoke had fallen upon it; with bright red flaming incendiaries descending upon it from the mushroom cloud above it. In silhouette to that light was the fallen jetliner on the plains, plowed into the earth at a sixty degree angle.

"Another! Another!" someone shouted. We all stepped back towards the town and looked high above to see another aircraft of massive size flying in a steam shroud filled with flames; inside of which could be made out the body of the aircraft. Above the mushroom cloud it came, but descended fast towards our location.

"Run! Run!" I shouted and pointed due north. "We must get out of these groves!" and we set off towards the open plains again.

This aircraft flew as though guided by a still living pair of hands, and pulled up sharply at several hundred feet of height. It was trying to make a belly landing on the wheat fields, even though the body of the ship could barely be seen amongst the conflagration of destruction that was consuming its structure. We broke out of the trees in time to see it flash past us a mile away -- sounding like a steam locomotive on its last ride to its final destiny. It flew due east for a long ways, leaving a wide wake of smoke and flames behind it, and then hit the spire of a low lying mesa. The mesa only had one spire, like a sandstone rhino's horn, coming up on its western edge. This, the aircraft hit head on. The spire erupted into billowing gases and a great explosion of dirt and dust -- and then fell off the butte onto the plains, taking the aircraft with it.

I had watched, standing in the grasses and the wind, for what seemed a long time. Just watching the end. I could see myself standing there for the long pause; and then I shouted "It's another 9-1-1!"

I turned away from the butte towards the town to see another DR team approaching on a run. When they got close enough they shouted "All dead!" -- which meant the jetliner on the plains of course.

"It's another 9-1-1!" I shouted. And then, I turned and pointed to the east; where I knew the State Park was located inside the foothills of the mountains. "There!" I shouted. "The park!"

They all waved for us to go ahead as they ran towards us, and as a team we turned and began to run through the brush country towards the foothills.

"Another!" I heard a weak voice shout from the grasses far behind us!

We all stopped very fast and turned very fast, and then turned more. Hidden from our sight, another large aircraft had been approaching, skimming along above the scrub pines so closely that it was setting down a trail of scorched forests in its path. Tall gushers of steam and bright blue flames erupted from the tops of its long body, which was not on fire. Its wings and tail were very much in flames however, and it kept screaming with its engines as though it was trying to take off from a runway.

We saw it long enough to get the details, and then the pines hid it from our sight again; but not from our ears. We continued running towards the east and the foothills, with the sounds of the burning aircraft outpacing us. For a long time it seemed to snap and shriek and fade further from our ears, until it impacted into the foothills.

Now, we were at the beginning of the foothills. Private cabins of citizens were situated here and there, some on fire. These we checked, saving those that we could. The hills were on fire. The numbers of those needing help began to mount, and I stood aside suddenly and pointed at eight different men, probably from several teams, and said "You, you, you, you ... follow me to the State Park." and we set off on a run further up into the forests of the foothills.

As we ran, we found ourselves going up a narrow valley with a ridge along the southern side. Up on top of the ridge, also at a trot, we saw a disaster team in blue uniforms and silver hardhats and shovels running at a brisk pace towards the State Park, backed by rising clouds of fire storms.

I waved hurriedly at their leader as we ran. He broke away from the running and stood several feet below the ridge line -- "Never expected to see another DR team here!" he shouted.

I waved towards the State Park rather than to shout back, and he got the message. Both teams reached the State Park beneath the crowning forest tops, to find most of it smashed out of recognition and on fire. Everywhere the buildings were burning; the grasses had not ignited yet, but the canopy of the trees was aflame with a vast crown of white fire. A steady downpour of burning branches and pieces fell everywhere. Bodies of vacationers and tourists were scattered and splattered all about the grounds, hundreds of them. Recreation vehicles burnt like propane torches in diverse places, some thrown into buildings.

he leader of the other team walked through a hedge of bushes on fire and introduced himself -- "Leftenant ..." an explosion above us in the trees cut off his name. He was blond under the cap, tall, white, athletic, in shape, probably a football coach for the high school when not out here. He pointed further into the flames and said -- "It must have hit in there somewhere."

"Glad to meet you, Leftenant." I said, shaking hands quickly and thinking to myself -- 'I have to bring this one back alive. Half of the women of Wyoming would miss him, if I didn't. And, I'd get blamed for it by some babe for sure!'

He turned to look into the fires, where the airliner had smashed the forest into kindling. I looked up above us, at the roiling fire blanket of the burning canopy. The air was shifting. All of that upwelling was piling up, up there. It had to come back down, and with a vengeance. I knew what I was about to say. It was about the downdraft inferno that was soon to happen; and how we had to evacuate the living as fast as possible -- leaving the dead behind.

But, I woke up.

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Markel Peters

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