Vladimir Putin

Try as you might, Putin dear, you did not deal with the devil. I had a whole shit-ton of things, oh the explanatory gibberish of more to say that filled pages. It's all gone now. The introduction and the title are what remain. Oh, right quick, the Camp Mystic girls ended up washed down the river like so: The Trinity College coach child was not a virgin (more than one of those girls was molested sexually). When a female experiences sex she has sway over sicko people like the camp head master. He was persuaded by his own desires to do nothing about the warning because that cabin full of little girls did not want to have their evening ruined by some silly high water on the river. The girls who had been fucked have power over the collective heart that a weak male listens to rather than his own mind. (This same mechanism is how females end up flyers in military aircraft. They rely on the feed from their flight instructor to perform manoeuvres. A male will always out drive, fly, or sail a female unless they are fornicators. Because My heart is circumcised I Am literally the exception to the female rule. I would have loved to have been a race car driver.)

So, as the sexually experienced girls out voted the willingness of the sicko camp master in Spiritland -- where thinking and decision making take place; to just make those little fucks do something, for pissing off God, they got washed down the river. God made those girls swim for their refusal to just walk a few paces for Him. Nifty, eh?

I hate these fuckers Putin. Believe Me, if I had anything to do with feeding the earth, directly; the earth would already be fully satisfied, and I would be the only human left on it at this very time of writing. God ain't doing nothing on My schedule! Perhaps if we had ever met I would have indeed made a friend in this world. I doubt history will ever know the answer to that. It would cost you money. Renaming the Washington DC team the Commanders was an epic shitty shitty on the part of the Bowdlerising efforts of erasing the memory of the people Americans slaughtered in the name of the LORD to build the more perfect union. Hey, I said it all in a nutshell. Whoopee!