Letter Body
“Epistle's Erudition” is the opening paragraph.
The mini-me I wrote of is, of course, a take off on the popularity of Austin Powers. I knew of the movie's existence. I never saw the film. Clips of it in advertising; yes. The film; no. It was simply a fraternity style spoof of Ian Fleming's James Bond. Fornication is not funny.
Putin, it is very true a Russian team of soldiers can simply hijack Me and have conquering military power as they vanquish whatever plunder anywhere in North America they choose. They won't be capable of plundering Me. As Ark of God, Ziczac, it is the phenomenal power that just exists by virtue of My being protected through soldiers' faith in ministering over Me. Regardless of Heaven materialising Angels who slit the throats of pimps and drug dealers in the night to bring Me cash or Russian soldiers boldly plundering North America's sleaze the blessing is just there.
Christmas 2025 is humanities last day to implement such a scheme using Russia. America is paying for keeping Me as a slave and exploiting My flesh. No one needed to put a gun to My head to force Me into combat Putin. That is just the way those fuckers decided to do it. I often grieve for how History will never know how grand everything could have turned out had I just been asked hat in hand instead.