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Friends,
Post date: 10 January 2012. It has been a busy week so far and it has not allowed me time to write an article, especially as I had to prepare for a television interview for a Canadian television documentary. I am out the door very early in the morning to catch a plane. I will be back mid-afternoon Thursday. Maybe by Friday I will be able to write a few words about the Republican primary in New Hampshire, about Iran and all the saber rattling and also write something about my prophecy of 12 disasters for 2011. It was fulfilled, it seems. Until then, I take you back to the article already posted:

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The last article I posted on HogueProphecy.com was 11 December, but I have not been idle. On 21 December, I signed off on the most epic of my annual almanacs predicting the events of the upcoming year. 2012 is significant, more so because of what we are making out of it rather than what the Mayan prophecies may or may not have intended. I had planned for a book of 36,000 words. The spirit of my “Oracle” had other plans. It flooded out of my soul, mind and fingertips a 65,000-word epic.

Many of you are already reading it since 23 December. You have made such a book possible when you began advance donating the cost of the book and more since 13 October to help me give it my full attention. The process took ten weeks, the last five being especially intense and sleepless in a final push. The great labor brought into the world this big literary “baby”. Your financial and psychic support was the midwife that allowed this “Mother” of all end-of-the-year Hogue e-books to come to life.

Kim Jong Il leaves behind a small and growing nuclear weapons arsenal.

Now that I am somewhat recovered, I can at last return to more regular blog articles posted here on these pages. The work on the book was somewhat eased by there not being some catastrophic current event or historic milestone that required I pull out of the oracle’s composing zone to write an article. There was only one temptation. It happened near the end of this writer’s travail: the death of the “Dear Leader” of North Korea. His Kim Jong Il-ness. The jumpsuit filling, bouffant-cherub, Hennessey-swilling inspiration for Dr. Evil in those shagadilickly Piccadilly silly James Bond spy spoofs, the Austin Powers movies.

Despite Kim Jong Il-timed his demise, I had already anticipated the implosion to come in 2012 in North Korea when writing my 2012 book. So, if my oracle’s up to the challenge of getting the potentials for 2012 right, I at least had time to finish the book and get back to blogging before Kim Jong’s young-Un jumps into his father’s jumpsuit as the new “mini-me” dwarfish of baby-fat-fantastic dictator of a famine-stricken hermit kingdom. In the book I commented that Kim Jong Un at 27 looked remarkably like his chubby Papa before cognac, strokes and age shriveled that waistline and collapsed that hairy soufflé of a hairdo unto Un’s succession.

The "Great Successor" Kim Jong Un (the chubby guy, center).

Dare I say it? The future of the dictatorship will be Kim Jong Un-bearable in 2012. For more details about when he and his regime becomes Kim Jong Un-sustainable join the swelling throng of readers who have received their advanced donators edition of my forecasts for 2012.

It is strange how celebrity deaths come in threes. I thought it was just a Hollywood custom. Something one expected of geriatric box office movie stars getting old, ruddy and flaccid like stellar red giants at the end of their cosmic cycle. It would seem that chance coincidence on the weekend 16 December 2012 takes the phenomenon beyond the cine-sin-city of my birth.

Kim Jong Il in his youth looked remarkably like his Kim Jong "young"-Un.

Though Kim Jong Il’s death is significant to my prophetic work, I could personally care less about this ugly little man, woman and child starver. Yet, an hour after hearing about Kim’s demise, news reached me of another death far more emotionally grabbing and significant to me. A writer I had read for decades and grew to respect for his confrontational and rebellious truth-seeking nature – damn whatever the fragile illusions of others he so often ruffled – had passed away.

The role he played I sometimes play with my readers. Many of you can love-hate me equally, have strongly differing views. You can rightfully or wrongfully judge my take on things as harsh and biased. Nevertheless, my furry owlishness on TV documentaries can resemble to some of you that moody owlish journalist glowering at stupidity through a haze of cigarette smoke. He could stare down with brutal dispassion the BS of others with that amber glow flushing his clean shaven moon face after one too many double-scotches on the rocks.

Some of you wrestle with my confrontations, the button pushing, the rebellion yet cannot keep away from these electronic pages, because with all my human faults and verbal savaging of iconic and dogmatic stances there is something here worth reading. There is a thread of truth worth weaving and perhaps even worth being tangled in.

Well, “Hitch” was that kind of writer for me. Christopher Hitchens, gadfly and atheist, rationalist to a fault, died like he lived, narrow and acid judgments, hard-loving truth-insights and all, encountering his painful end from esophageal cancer with courage on 15 December 2011.

Christopher Hitchens did something none of the US torture enablers had the guts to do. He underwent and documented waterboarding to see if it indeed "was" torture. When will Donald Rumsfeld, Dick Cheney and G.W. Bush show that kind of courage?

He died an atheist. Lord Buddha was also an atheist. The term would not preclude a chance that in life’s ultimate climax – death – Hitchens may have come to an understanding if not an outright and blissful dissolving into a greater reality. This understanding is far more ecstatic, vastly and powerfully “not there” – doing this “not there-ing” – within and beyond the surface mind’s childish stances adopting or rejecting dogmas based on imaginary friends called “God.”

I would say that the atheist, if he or she is not too stuck in cynicism and dogmatic stances but is a true skeptical inquirer into the mystery of existence, could be actually closer to enlightenment. They are not burdened with borrowed faith in their beliefs, which ever retard a real inquiry into existence. The atheist can be equally trapped by belief. A theist attaches to a belief (qualified ignorance). An atheist attaches to a “dis”-belief (qualified ignorance). Stuck in one or the other of two sides of belief, neither the theist nor atheist knows what Zen master Bodhidharma called the “no-knowing” mystery of existence.

Do not believe or disbelieve what Bodhidharma knew.

It only matters when you know.

Christopher Hitchens.

Meditation can help. If you wish to experiment with the techniques I use, Contact Me and I will freely send you links and information.

The death of a head of state like Kim Jong Il was significant because of what will come in 2012 but it does not touch my heart like the passing of another one-time leader of a nation, the playwright, and imprisoned political activist- turned-statesman, Václav Havel, who also died on the weekend of 15 December.

With the decline and fall of Soviet communism across Russia and Eastern Europe, Havel became the ninth and final president of Czechoslovakia (1989-1992), then the first president of the Czech Republic (1993-2003). He was just the kind of human being we need sitting in a high seat of power. For one thing, he was “human” – not a member of that sub-human species called “the Politician”. He was a writer, an artist, a comedic satirist – just the kind of attributes we need in those who wield power over us.

Vaclav Havel.

It reminds me of an observation transcribed from a discourse of Osho, who is one of the more significant prophets foreseeing a new humanity born out of the travails to come in the 21st century. I published the following passage in 1994 for The Millennium Book of Prophecy. The system Osho foresaw for the new humanity coming transcends what we currently and incorrectly define as “democracy”. Actually it is “mobocracy”: either ruled by a mafia of the soul in the guise of priests, politicians and corporate billionaires who pull their strings; or, ruled by ill-informed, irrational amassed mobs of mediocre voters. Osho gives guidelines about how a bridge to that golden future can be built today by people that are the Václav Havel’s of our present day. The 99-percenter movement might consider Osho’s sage advice next year about how one can establish the next political system coming beyond democracy:

I would like all the universities – within each state – to call a convention of all the chancellors and the eminent professors; of the eminent intelligentsia who may not be part of the university; painters, artists, poets, writers, novelists, dancers, actors, musicians. It would include all dimensions of talents, all kinds of people who have shown their caliber – excluding politicians completely.

All Nobel Prize winners should be invited – excluding the politicians again… So from each state a delegation should be chosen for the national convention, which goes into details of how the Meritocracy can work.

From the national candidates there should be an international convention of all the universities of the world and the intelligentsia. This would be the first of its kind because never has the whole intelligentsia of the world come together to decide the fate of humanity.

They should write the first constitution of the world. It will not be American, it will not be Indian, it will not be Chinese – it is going to be simply the constitution of the whole humanity.

Osho.

…And a world constitution will be a declaration that nations are no longer significant. They can exist as functional units but they are no longer independent powers. And if the whole intelligentsia of the world is behind this convention it will not be very difficult to convince the generals of the world to move away from the politicians.

And what power do politicians have? All the power that they have we have given to them. We can take it back.

The members of the World Government will choose the world president. But the world president will be chosen not from members of the World Government, but from outside. And one thing should be absolutely certain about him – that he is not a politician. He can be a poet, a painter, a mystic, a dancer, but not a politician.

Osho (1987) The Greatest Challenge, The Golden Future

I plan in the next blog to prophetically catch you up on the following subjects: a hard US Neo-Con-cum-Israeli Zionist push to expand a shrinking market for the US Military Industrial Complex in the Middle East. The new infernal product producer targets Iran. Nostradamus mentioned a war with Iran and even named the Strait of Hormuz as the flash point – using the name it was known by in 16th-century maps.

The terrible devastation of tropical storm Washi (Sendong) inflicted on the Philippine Island of Mindanao.

There is also a need to prophetically explain why there is currently no real winter taking place across North America. Thirdly, I will assess whether the year 2011 did indeed end as the year of 12 catastrophes as my oracle predicted. We will examine whether the 12th catastrophe of 2011 hit with the deadly tropical storm Washi (Sendong) – the third to savage the Philippines in 2011 – crossing over the southern islands of Mindanao and Palawan. Washi’s ten hours of relentless downpour caused mountain landslides that have claimed 1,300 lives, rendered 300,000 people homeless – 100,000 of which are currently being evacuated because their villages, towns, roads and infrastructure has been completely wiped out.

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John Hogue
(30 December 2011)

Catch my 3-hour interview with George Noory on Coast to Coast AM, Monday, 23 January 2012, starting 11 pm Pacific Time.

PS–I’ll be on Coast to Coast AM on 23 January 2012 for a three-hour marathon interview concerning my prophecies for 2012. My segment starts at 11 pm Pacific.

This North Korean propaganda poster, entitled, "Criticizing and Exposing Collaborators" parrots Norman Rockwell's famous painting "Freedom of Speech."

Friends,
Haris from Australia attacks the apple of my Kim Jong Il article with oranges. Nevertheless, it has inspired me to respond with a Thanksgiving Turkey leg thrown back:

HARIS:
John, I have to admit I generally like to read your work but wonder whether you were a little tipsy when you wrote this last article, (too much red wine perhaps?)

HOGUE
Hello, Haris,
I wrote it cold sober. Probably a mistake because like Hannibal Lecter, sometimes I am a better writer after some fava beans and a good glass of Chiaaanti (sliversluversluckaslogahgasah!)

HARIS:
What have you to say of a nation (near and dear to you)…

HOGUE
You assume it is blindly so.

HARIS:
…built on the blood (and bones) of the indigenous peoples, many whom died of disease, starvation, murder, genocide, expulsion and lies by invading hordes of a militant ‘killer race’ of people, hell bent on taking everything and anything of value. (called theft by any other name)…

HOGUE
You must be new to HogueProphecy bulletins and my books. You have initiated this Australian Barbie debate unarmed with knowledge about my long sustained and critical views about European American crimes against America’s own native peoples. You would have known that I stirred a Tasmanian Devil’s nest of ire over here constantly reminding people in my homeland what they did and got away with instigating a holocaust on “our” aboriginals.

You ought to know how that is, writing from Australia. We generally got away with our holocaust; you are getting away with yours Downunder. Consider the persecution and systematic destruction of culture and the ongoing genocide of “your” aboriginals. I have lived in Australia. I have seen first hand what your Euro-Aussie blokes get away with. Just because it is “outback” and removed from view, just because it is on a far smaller scale than the German Jewish or the American Native Holocaust, does not hide your country’s ongoing crime from my scrutiny.

I guess Australians will never match our crime in sheer numbers, yet OZ does match “US” in spirit and in our all-American European righteous hypocrisy.

So, if you are going to throw stones I playfully invite you to stand farther away, out of the greasy smoke of the barbie and see my work in a clearer light.

I cordially invite you (and everybody else) to read the following archived article, see: Thanksgiving Day

The entry is posted nearly nine years back, but it started quite a stir of debate that is ongoing. Perhaps this is a good time once again to push those built-in buttons — compliments of each society’s conditioning that birth lands us in. Let us push that “Caucasian” button and pluck those buttons of borrowed identity that makes us think we are “American” or “Australian” or “Aboriginal.”

Let us push the button called “enslaved victim” who could not flash a “tilt” of protest without pushing the corresponding button of codependency called “enslaving victimizer.” We are not these button labels, even if we are hypnotized by our resident education conspiracies of national and tribal mesmerism to identify, fight and even die for buttons.

HARIS:
…What have you to say. Do you really believe this nation is qualified to dictate terms or police this planet? Whilst their own history drips with the blood of innocents, and their influence throughout the world is but nothing more than the sip of the poisoned chalice.

HOGUE
Oh what a lot of gush, Haris. If the readers want to see the whole lengthy extent of your turgid narrative about American crimes they can read it at the comments section below the article Kim Jong Il has No Dong.

Someone has already logged the first response:

ACHINTYA
Haris, you seemed to have missed the point. [Hogue] is not criticizing the North Korean people for their suffering. He is simply pointing out the facts (the real story) about their leader. “THE GREAT DONG”. What is you point Haris?

I must agree with Achintya. You rambled off the point from the first sentence to the displayed fourish quoted above. The article was about that nitwit of dictators oppressing the North Korean people. May he show his weak hand in history’s gamble and pass on soon. May the North Koreans need only endure one last dark time of national implosion before better times and perhaps better programming comes.

I say “perhaps” because new programming is not what anyone needs but it happens. Perhaps when the prison mind-set of Kim’s Stalinist hermit kingdom is replaced by a more comfortable mind-prison called “united Korean democracy” some individuals may have a better chance freeing themselves from all programs and become conscious of their divine spark. Some prisons feed their inmates better, give them more toys, a library, more chances to expand their minds behind cell phone bars, etc. As long as people stay identified with their harsh or luxurious national prisons and revel in their political chains — fascist, socialist, communist or democratic — they will not know themselves and govern themselves with enlightenment.

I write these blogs to provoke you all. I work very hard to unsheathe your programmed buttons and give them a push. It is not done to hurt you, but to awaken you and awaken me.

John Hogue
(15 June 2009)

This stroke debilitated, Hennessy cognac sotting, Dr. Evil inspiring, hobbit-sized potentate with the big bouffant has played political poker with the world since he took over the family dictatorship business from dear old dead dad (Kim Il-sung) in 1994. Kim ever since holds his cards close to his chubby chest, threatens to go No-Dong ballistic at the mere hint of UN rumblings to sanction exports of the only thing North Korea seems capable of exporting. Kim can’t even ship kimchee but his repressed, enslaved and starving citizens can smuggle missile technology and nuclear weapons know-how to other developing nuclear powers — some of them, like Pakistan, squandering national treasure, impoverishing their people nearly as much to build a nuclear armed Dong as that Il fellow.

The poker-faced lip-hanger in oversized shades sitting at the gambling table of world politics has played a good game of apocalyptic bluff. When Kim squeaks doomsday threats, the world notices him, not his weak hand, and gives North Korea some leeway, some shipments of food, some time to dismantle it’s a-bomb program. He in turn stops waving his Dong and threatening missile launch on Japan, American even. His shipments of missile parts, plans and plutonium crockery to rogue nations goes unmolested since 1994. US presidents like B. Clinton, then G.W. Bush are suckered into giving time and money to pay off Kim’s phony gambling bet to dismantle his nuclear weapons program. When they were distracted by other world affairs, the kid ever goes back to his underground chemistry set playground and lights off his pipe-bomb sized atomic tests.

Kim is back since April 2009 from his long disappearance, recovering from a stroke. He’s back on the dictator dias as pinch-mouthed dogan of national goose-stepping soldiers on parade. He’s leaner and meaner than before, applauding the atomic bomb underground tests far less Manhattan project proof that he boasts. The last underground lab experiment light-off singeing his ploofey quaff got him a bang the size of a tactical Soviet tactical nuke from 1962. Now he thinks he can blow up the world with a bomb yield less than a third the size of “Little Boy” the nickname of the uranium A-bomb dropped on Hiroshima in 1945. His version of Little Boy is probably the size of a bus. Let’s stick that little dingus on the tip of your scud, Kim and see your missiles fall harmlessly into the sea — more like they’ll lose their erection on the launch pad.

The little Dear Leader calls his old Cold War Soviet Scud missile knockoffs East Wind in English. That’s No Dong in Korean.

If he’s pushed to it, No Dong will fall on Seoul and Tokyo by the hundreds. I wouldn’t worry. Tokyo has a better chance being stepped on by Godzilla. An Il cabbage kimchee wind from Kim Jong is a greater threat.

In May, Kim Jong Il was reelected as North Korea’s penultimate Dear Leader. He set off his largest nuke test on 25 May and celebrated it with salvoes of his firework Scud rockets popping and falling into the sea. Some Korea watchers think this launch and lose missile show is all bravado masking a succession struggle inside Pyongyang.

Kim Jong Il is apparently getting mopey as a Rev. Jim Jones at a congressional delegation visit. He’s looking into his near future and seeing nothing but Kool-Aid red commie banners and everyone in North Korea will be soon summoned to line up for a taste of Jonestown julep like it was French Guyana time for his North Korean cult of personality.

Kim is ready to unleash his chee in a Jonestown-national fit of auto-suicide. He wants us to think he can take down North Korea, his cult of personality, his hermetically sealed off Stalinist kingdom and take down his enemies too: the South Koreans, the Japanese and about 100,000 American military forces based in Japan, Korea or on station off the Korean Peninsula in Naval vessels.

Even China has had enough. China’s the closest thing to a North Korean friend agreed with the US and other major powers on the UN Security Council to construct a system to inspect suspect cargoes in and out of North Korea despite Pyongyang’s warning that it would regard such checks as an act of war.

There he goes again, one last round at the poker table, playing the “mad dictator” ready to blow his top at the slightest mention of sanctions and quarantine of his missile and atomic weapons export business. He’s going to jump off that ledge at the mere mention of a United Nation Security Council threat of sanctions just because little Kim was launching salvos of bottle-rocket rage and throwing nuclear barrel bombs down mine shafts.

Government controlled North Korean newspapers shoot off their apoplectic mouths last week saying they would unleash their 1.5 million emaciated soldiers and rusty tanks in a “merciless offensive” if provoked. The US, which for decades has peacefully protected South Korea with nuclear weapons, has suddenly become the culprit of an “undisguised declaration of nuclear war against” North Korea. The newspapers ramp up the rambling delusions saying the North after its nuclear mineshaft shenanigans can now wage sustained nuclear war with America.

“It’s self-evident,” say Pyongyang papers, “that we cannot just sit by and wait to die when the U.S. publicly declared it will attack our republic with nuclear weapons.”

So here it comes. I’ll jump off this ledge before I starve or go bankrupt. Watch out. Don’t come any closer. This time I’ll really do it!

My sense is that Kim is pulling another poker game bluff. He expects to scare the bejesus crickey out of the new US president to get more aid for his soon-to-collapse “Jonestown” nation. Pyongyang’s pug in a pale gray jump suit never waved his Dong in an American president’s face so brashly because he thinks Barack Obama is weak.

Kim Jong Il is in for a surprise. Obama is not the new naive Jack Kennedy kid at the poker table, and Kim is not even got a hundredth of the nuclear capability Soviet Premier Nikita Khrushchev had to back his bluff of nuclear parity with Kennedy’s USA in the early 1960s.

Khrushchev made out that he had thousands of nuclear missiles when in fact he had less than 150 ICBMs. At the Cuban Missile Crisis (and Casino) of 1962, he pushed like chips across a poker table a large portion of his pathetically small missile arsenal. He pretended he had a full Cuba flush, never sensing that the US president would call his bluff, react decisively with a counter poker bluff of blockade-cum-quarantine of Soviet Ships in and out of Cuba. Khrushchev blinked, showed his hand, pulled his SS-3, 4, 5 regional ballistic and Luna tactical nuclear missile chips, off the table, out of Havana, faster than a box of cigars.

As the song goes, Kim: “You gotta know when to hold ‘em, know when the fold ‘em, know when to walk away.”

Run, Kim. Know when to run! It’s time to retire to your twisty water sled and swimming pool outside of Pyongyang.

Kim Jong Il can’t even mount his scruffy scud Dong with a working warhead, let alone shoot the damn thing and hit anything but a pokey flounder in the Sea of Japan.

I predict, that before Obama has seen his first year in office out, he will surprise the world, and especially surprise Kim “Jim Jones” Jong Il. In short, Obama will prepare the US Navy under UN permission to board North Korean ships to inspect their holds. Kim will threaten to start World War Three if US ships even come close.

Obama will reply albeit in far finer and lofty words, “Come up to the penalty line. Give it a shot. Let the world see what you got.”

If Dongs fly they will miss their marks. If North Korean hordes advance into the DMZ they will fall out of line from lack of food, fuel and spare parts.

Kim Jong Il’s regime will collapse, not from a war but from a US president calling his bluff and exposing his pathetic hand in the next and last North Korean poker game any American president is willing to play at the ledge, at the hedge, at the brink.

Jump, little Kim, jump!

John Hogue
(11 June 2009)