June Tarr has revealed that the West is launching a new Children’s and Grandmother’s Crusade to retake the Holy Land. This Crusade will fail as badly as the last one. The Hawaiian President may have succeeded in Libya but will fail in Palestine, Syria, Iran, and Afghanistan. June Tarr has described her Crusade blatantly to the Western press:
Airport
Although I am 100-years-old and wear a diaper, the Gestapo at the airport were pleased to take orders when they confiscated my diaper and did a strip search which the brutes denied to the complicit and docile News Media, those who were too busy reelecting the dictator in waiting, he, the one who, for now, breaches the Constitution in small ways. Only my husband should have touched me intimately on that day of infamy before my Revelation. Oh my dear Billy, he was so brave trying to defend me.
My husband Billy had been through the war, but never expected to live through a tyranny at home. After I screamed, chaos broke out. The grandchildren, running into the restricted area, knocked over the rope and stanchions, threw candy and keys from the screening trays, and when a guard approached, two of them tore off his shoes and bit him hard enough to rip flesh and draw blood. When they got him onto the ground, they stabbed him in the neck with a crayon. Another guard drew his gun and little Johnny, David, Sarah, and George together picked up a stanchion and threw it at the guard’s head like a missile. The guard fell to the ground and the gun flew out of his hand. Johnny picked up the gun, and all the grandchildren stormed into the interrogation room. Sarah screamed, “Leave Grandma alone. Give her back her clothes.”
Meanwhile, those silly girly stewardesses, or whatever they call those bitches nowadays, were screaming at my husband Billy to control the children. When he ran to my aid, the Gestapo tried to grab him, but he hit a guard in the neck with his cane and knocked him into a stack of others. Johnny handed him the gun because after all, he had been in the war and knew how to handle it. When the SWAT team arrived, my poor dear husband, Billy, raised the gun and before they could shoot him, he had a heart attack and died. That’s when I saw the Light, heard the ethereal voice, and left my body.
I saw Billy go into the Light and I wanted to go with him, but a voice said you must go back because you have a special purpose now. It seemed like many Angels hovered around me and a feeling of pure Love enveloped me. But then, a woman dressed in armor came forward. She said, “I am Joan of March and God has a Grand Mission for you that you must lead.” That’s when I was infused with a message that I was to lead “The Women in Diapers and Children’s Crusade to Defeat the Taliban.”
When I returned to my body, I noticed that everyone had left. Apparently, there was a new emergency. I ran back, naked (couldn’t find my clothes quickly), into the main area, and there were dead bodies scattered everywhere. The man who could not be profiled, whose middle-eastern country and nervous appearance was not to be named or described for fairness, had set off a bomb. His friends suddenly appeared from a cargo area with machine guns. When they looked at me, they were frightened. As the SWAT team was shooting them dead, I somehow escaped from the airport. It was a hectic day.
The March
All the women in diapers over 90, and the children under 13, arrived together in a private plane. It was a modified troop carrier of biblical proportions that Billy’s friends had arranged for. We met in a secret field outside of Casablanca. Joan of March appeared in a vision that seemed to hover in a cloud above us. Her apparition became as bright as the sun. She said, “You must march naked across the mountains, across Algeria, Tunisia, Libya, and Egypt. I shall smite any man who will not look at you and bow. Thenceforth, they will cover themselves in shame from head to foot in sackcloth. In Egypt there will be plagues and from the sky shall descend a flying heavenly teacup that will transport you on to the unholy lands near Afghanistan. Our Lady of Godiva will supply you with chocolate which will be your manna and the sun will cool as if in winter. When you raise your walkers above your heads all troops will retreat before it, and the children will help you with this. Do not be afraid.”
Incongruously, a soothsayer in our entourage said to her, “Must we beware the Ides of March?”
Joan said, “No. Gird yourself for battle, and…”
A voice from the crowd interrupted her: “You’ve got to be kidding.”
Joan said, “Yes.”
So now we’re giggling across the desert with chocolate and a dream, and we shall see what happens. I heard Billy say, “Go for it.” And the children have crayons.
