Letter Body
“Epistle's Erudition” is the opening paragraph.
Generally, a person making sex this cheap is content with some fairly cheep living. My judgement is a nation is better suited by hosting a million million-dollar-a-year-wage earners who appreciate common goods rather than a hundred million who refuse to earn much more that subsistence and make demands that the government do more for them while seeking cheap or easily acquired diversions, even when acquisition never requires money exchange hands, as some kind of "fuck you god" use of their flesh.
Does the Kremlin want to become the seat of government for the world? Ahh-ha, Russia wants to marry Me. The Kremlin has until Christmas to extricate Me, establish My Russian citizenship, and open up the Office of the Christ. My office needs to include cart blanche power of execution. The military will be transferred to My authority. I will content Myself with a stipend and maintain a mobile office. We can continue to weigh military options by comity -- the Latin origin is useful here. Anticipate emptying the prisons for conscripts. How Russia cares for Me is returned to Russia, eye for an eye. Outside of hosting Me, completely and entirely, Russia will not be ruling the world. Don't worry you were the only other national contender opposite My Kingdom being established on earth. America only had a military option for world supremacy and they fucked the LORD -- big mistake -- so they as a nation could be a Jonah; running away from ruling the world. This, of course, was supposed to be the dastardly deed that destroyed Heaven or some other such crap. Instead, here, you are receiving a letter from the Christ. America failed the whole world and that is why you have been battling with Me.
Merry Christmas with hugs and kisses. I have enclosed a wedding present. The enclosed is a compromise. God Almighty wanted Me to send you a bloody tampon. This morning I actually experienced a menses. It was a small amount of concentrated residual spotting. The first menses discharge in well over a year. So, technically, that is an available resource to wrap-up and send. (I even have zip lock bags.) An alternate wedding gift from God Almighty would be a stool sample on ultra strong Charmin. My choice is two coins of small value. These coins are of course from Me. I found them in the change return cavity of the CCRTA-B on two different occasions. I sent two similar coins back in May or June of 2019 to the Governing Body of Jehovah's Witnesses in a discarded Trident gum package. To save your life, you would need to suck off the samples on the Charmin or Tampax. Is that your faith? Only ugliness from Me would save you? Stool samples I can still provide come Christmas. A bloody tampon, however, well, today's may just be My last one, ever.
In Jesus' day the two coins were the valuable consideration to contract. How will you receive them Putin? And your intelligence community is right; I Am going after ruling the whole world. Slavery to save you will always be an option until you die. When I execute the key people, Heaven is in the place of improving the willingness of the surviving populous to do the goodness. There is a cycle here because it will be a long time until even a two thousand dollar a night escort can't find work. The high dollar people who demand the classy things it is tougher to find Ggodly ground to execute even when they are prostitutes. (This is why Melania Trump is not on the execution list, at this time.)
