Social media is voyeurism. I Am sure there are sociology scholars making this connection. In My Oahu elementary school days children passed around slam books. On the first page was an identifier for the line entry an individual would follow answering questions on subsequent pages like: Who do you think is cute? Have you had sex? What is your favourite colour? Is your belly button an innie or outie? Are your mom and dad married? How much do you weigh? Do you wet the bed? Do you like milk? Have you drunk a beer? Do you get spankings or sent to your room? Have you gone on a date? Who is your favourite star? What is your favourite movie? What is your bedtime? What is your favourite TV show? Who is your favourite relative? Do you have brothers and sisters? Each page was dedicated to a question. Each line was for an individual to answer the questions across the pages on the same corresponding line as the first page line entry they used. Teachers confiscated these. Few of these books were filled through the fifteenth line for that reason. The little girls that circulated/created these were generally those from wealthy parents. These girls were spreading their wings of discovery as to how much they could get people to do for them. I Am just now finishing Guinn's Road to Jonestown. Some authors fit their topic better than others. Jonestown Guyana is a good fit for Guinn. This is little different than porn, the xxx script, generally fits the actors and certainly the brute clarity of the performances. Slam books and social media go together. In the 1900s voyeur became an English word from the French word voir. Spirit needed a new word, you see, for what humans would get up to under Satan's godship. Once America became an entity, the LORD received English as His language. A plushy owl I loved as a child was named Peepers. The meaning of peepers led to reading the definition of voyeurism. This afternoon God Almighty was cuing Me, yes/no on a letter to you. I still am not certain why.Letter Body
“Epistle's Erudition” is the opening paragraph.
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Building the anagram is a process:
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India-2
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Lima-1
Mike-1
November-2
Romeo-3
Sierra-1
Tango-2
Whisky-1
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Lima-1
Mike-1
November-1
Romeo-2
Sierra-1
Tango-2
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That person would most likely fail to win an Oscar; perhaps, a wiener winner this person is. God Almighty assured Me one phallic anagram is sufficient.
You high power boys just like a roast. I bought one at the market today. I cut it into thin steaks marinading it with lime brine. This wasn't rib-eye I butchered mind you. It was a joint of ass, muscle. I came home via the CCRTA-B and wrote a presidential roast. You are not the whelp for this treatment. There will come a day when the individual who holds the presidential office over greater Germany will receive roasting like unto My roasting Putin. You, like others, are just in the place of being roasted. Do you want to change that?
Working with Me is no easy task. First, there is the monumental amount of inertia you must overcome to make that possible. I made Putin an offer. All offers are; first come first served. Make Me a German citizen and provide Me a stipend with full travel privileges of a German diplomat. I will be provided housing in Berlin. For this I Am no longer serving in the USMC and I Am no longer a United States citizen. You have until Christmas 2025. America is not eligible for an offer of any ilk come April 1, 2025.
The shut-down of America will be cataclysmic. You making provision for Me would be a gift to them. God Almighty does not want that to happen. He wants Me free of them as rapidly as possible. You would need to rally Germany to be God Almighty's hand at destroying America for Him to coax you, and your cabinet members, into making a place for Me. Isn't coax an absolutely delicious word?
