Field Report – Norfolk, Virginia Beach, Richmond & Henrico, Virginia
March 1-2, 2010
Wiping The Dish
Okay, so I’m traveling with two VPW (Veterans of Picketing Wars) members and a VPW trainee, and we’re sharing words from our Goel – who is also known by His judgments in the earth as the Lord of Sabaoth, Captain of our salvation, King of kings and Lord of lords. He talks – and we love the sound of His voice, check it: “The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills (Song 2:8)” – saying things to us that make our spirits burn as they look beyond these days dwelling in these bodies of our humility. Look at these amazing words:
“Rejoice over her, thou heaven, and ye holy apostles and prophets; for God hath avenged you on her. And a mighty angel took up a stone like a great millstone, and cast it into the sea, saying, Thus with violence shall that great city Babylon be thrown down, and shall be found no more at all.” (Revelation 18:20-21)
This is part of that scene that causes all the nations of the earth to bewail and bemoan and stand amazed . because it is said repeatedly that it will come upon that rebellious whore nation in one hour. Mc-Yay! One hour!
Get the picture? Satellites spinning about the earth continually communicating through at-your-fingertips technology. Within moments of an event erupting, video feeds begin to bleed out. This video feed is non-governmental, non-military, non-satellite-captured, and still manages to get to the nethermost parts of the earth within minutes . or even seconds.
What will it be when the entire Continental United States begins to shake, rattle, and roll; cracking and breaking up like a freakin’ walnut shell – heaving state-sized chunks into the air like they were little ceramic floor tiles, as the lake of fire from below erupts through the crust of the earth, igniting hundreds of thousands of square miles of flammable materials, and spontaneously combusting the filth-infected pustules who have burdened the whole of the continent with their rampant, debauchery-spawned disease, violence, plagues, and death.
All protocols will be cast aside, the world’s inhabitants will be glued to televisions, computers, smart-phones, and other advents of this arrogant age, to view the images of explosions that blow whole cities and whole states into the air, flipping them about as so many putrid projectiles. Mountains slamming one into the other, casting everything on the surfaces miles into the air and then down, down, down to a fiery pit of molten lava.
The shaking of the unimaginable quake, the atmosphere shuddering in the violence, goes on continually for an hour. Energy released rips through the doomed continent, leaving trails that are viewed from space as if a massive cat’s claw has torn through the flesh of the earth, exposing the boiling brimstone beneath. Even as the remainder of the earth still stands, millions of its inhabitants are wiped clean away by the resulting shock waves and tsunamis. Whole shipping lanes are cleared of merchants and sea-going revelers as the waves scream across both oceans.
At the end of the hour, nothing but a perpetual burning remains. Major portions of the once most proud nation have been completely flipped over and cast into a now open and running sea of lava. No mountains can be seen as the erupting lava has created seas of fire, ringing about newly-created islands of scorched and burning land. The land will spew out its inhabitants and it will look like the promise made by the prophets: “And I will stretch over Jerusalem the line of Samaria, and the plummet of the house of Ahab: and I will wipe Jerusalem as a man wipeth a dish, wiping it, and turning it upside down.” (2 Kings 21:13)
To the end that we might have some hope that our God is pleased to dwell with us in these last days and teach us what he would do to such an adulterous and sinful generation, and why – the four of us ventured out on a rapid-fire series of intensive picket days. The first two days – one with five pickets and the other with seven – is the subject of this writing. All our attention was on the brutes of Virginia, a state in existence in the birth years of this nation and therefore even less excusable than Sodom which had not the gospel light that shown in early America
Day one started with a visit to a high school – nothing unique in the name, since they all are cut from the same mold of filth, confusion, vulgarity, and violence. As is come to be expected from the generation spawned from the hard bitches and gender-confused bastards of the 90s, these pierced, pinched, tucked, tussled, painted, overly-exposed, and generally-unclean felt the pain of a screaming conscience at the simple words on day-glo signage. Like hell-soaked beasts, they came.
The words that come from their mouths are more grotesque than any generation before them. No authority – whether law enforcement, parents, teachers, religious leaders, or just an adult in the vicinity – has any impact on their impulse to vomit out the most extreme cursing against man or blasphemy against God.
More amazing is the sight of all those in the “village” that it takes to “raise” them – standing by and encouraging the vulgarity, the filthiness, the violence, and the full-on rebellion. Crop-headed, dyke-wanna-be, bitches lording it over effeminate, puzzled-looking, cloddish bastards with a sprinkling of priest-rape-children men in dresses, and beanie-headed angry Jews. What hope could the children have?
The remainder of the pickets Monday were all the same, except where we wearied the disobedient-to-their-oaths pigs by changing up our schedule and making them have to get busy trying to collect their thoughts and their mischief. Just when they thought they had us figured out . we’d change our routine again. God directs our steps – not rebellious pigs – so shaddup!
Tuesday morning began in the similar vein, when we had Randy “Macho” Cammacho and his band of merry bird brains running the scene in Virginia Beach. Not looking good for the home crowd, when seasoned police veterans forget the basics of crowd and demonstration control. Can anyone in the house give me a YIKES?
God confuses their counsels, though and causes his servants to adjust to the atmosphere. While the frustrated piggies stood by like nad-less noodle-heads the watchers fretted the freaks with songs, creative commentary, and strategic relocations. The audiences received the message – and the press echoed that message to all the inhabitants of this doomed land.
A breath of fresh air in the jurisdiction of Richmond . where the police have a bit better understanding of their role in a nation blessed by God with the jewel called the 1st Amendment. With proper, preemptive crowd management, we landed on the holocaust museum (properly read: “let-us-make-all-the-filthy-goyim-feel-guilty-and-give-us-endless-wealth-to-waste-on-our-own-rebellious-backsides” museum) with both proverbial – and prophetic – Ugg boots, ya heard?
Horses’ asses for – ** ahem ** – horses asses is all I can say.
Then it was off to two more jay-double-oh sites, before we took Hermitage High School, and left them dripping wet with their paper-mache vulgarities and vanities of thought. The Lord our God opened up channels for the word to marvelously flood into. We ended the two day handling of Virginia rebels with grateful hearts toward our Captain, and raised praises of thanksgiving to him as he is the opener of doors and shutter of doors.
With our blessed Savior, we “thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes: even so, Father; for so it seemed good in thy sight.” (Luke 10:21) We are not worthy of the least of our Father’s mercies, and walk this amazing path we’ve been given with fear and trembling and great anticipation for the return of our blessed Savior in power and glory.