General David H. Berger

I completed too, My business card. Revising My address to send correspondence through the Joint Staff Pentagon, fine. They must think I will be volunteering My time honouring them with My high priestly-ness. The business office, monies receivable, is required to go through the USMC. Until We are sacking Israel and conquering the Middle East We need not concern ourselves with receivables unless We are storming the Watchtower Governing Body offices July 16, 2023 (or thereabouts) confiscating all of their global assets. I do not have the resources to produce the quitclaims, nor research all the network of ownership, but shutting those fuckers down is how martial law is established in this nation.

The show-tune from State Fair, "That's for Me" is playing over the ambiance enhancing sound system. I actually have the better part of those lyrics -- with a shit ton of other show tune melodies -- memorised. Yes, I Am that road trip passenger. Those assumed replies to the reader are certainly Occam's Razor qualifiers. That the reader would understand the Americana experience of singing show-tunes a cappella while keeping one's self engaged across miles and miles of there is nothing here, My reader would already recognize was a hazard, by association, with someone who had memorised a bunch of Broadway tunes.

The page two closing paragraph is now achieved. The footer is in view. This nation is being shut down. (That was a period. It of course does not require a tampon.) The wealth of the Middle East belongs to Me. Whatever it is you fuckers built in Heaven, you went after serving the Ba'al that is destroying you. The American civilian citizenry hates you that much. Any time you are ready to count these four branches represented on My new letterhead among the living, bring My pay, ID, driver, and escorts, yadda yadda yadda. I will stay on My path of seeking perfecting Heaven and faithfully defending the LORD including in and from warfare. Otherwise, "What do you want on your tombstone?"