Subject: Stg Josh Tomlinson
wbc, looked for ur faithful in minden, louisana. sorry i missed the faithful. destitute of courage ? i am, glen t wright [Ed: How awkward is it that the Louisiana freaks are obsessing over a few faithful words while their entire coastline, economy and “culture” are under dire and imminent threat at the hands of a raging mad God who has busted open the blood/oil which is gushing unabatedly for 40 days and 40 nights with NO remedy? Plus vulture-face James Carville has confessed your Louisiana sins all over the CNN broadcasts 
. . . admitting in a moment of seething rage that Louisianans think they are the best people around with the best cuisine and the best culture (McYikes on steroids with that stuff!). We knew you thought you were all that plus 7.5 bags of chips, and that God himself has nuthin’ to offer your bad selves. Thus, a series of your own personal GodSmacks that make you stand out even in the Doomed american sea of perversion. You people are past delusional down in NOLA and surrounds. 
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Hello Glenda.
Yes, you are destitute of courage–and of hope. Because you rejected the good laws of the God of Glory, and substituted your puny nasty religion where you worship smelly shredded dead bodies and impotent urine-and-blood soaked fag flags instead of God. What a sad, sad sight it is for you. No hope my forlorn lost friend, no hope! And no hope for Josh. If you gave a rat’s backside about him–and would have JUST ONE TIME looked past the end of your sinful nose–you might have told him a word of truth and given him hope. Too late for that now. Shame on you, Glenda.
No hope I say! Which is why you paced about all night last night, and all day yesterday, and all night the night before–and really 24/7 since you learned of our testimony in Minden–all full of angst and fury. You just absolutely loathe the light. When the servants of the Almighty God, the Great Avenger, the Man of War, the Just One, get on your radar screen, things go all haywire for you. You get angry; you get scared; you get nervous; and you get just plain mean. You try in every way you can to silence the voice of your conscience, telling you that your rebellion and disobedience will cost you your never-dying soul, and that even though you are in a nation of 304 million lying rebels and 2 million+ raping lying whore false prophets who tell you that you can sin like the very devil himself, and still demand God bless you–even a dolt like you knows better.
You know you’ve been lied to all your days; and that your destruction is right around the next corner. Oh my how it sucks to be you!
Our God doeth all things well! He made double dog sure that YOU Glenda T. got the words right under your nose. We were on your mind day and night; and the words sunk in, that God hates you, he hates this nation, he is killing the soldiers for your nasty sin, and that your destruction is IMMINENT–oh yes, you got that message loud and clear–AND MY OH MY HOW YOU HATED IT.
So now Glenda Girl, when you stand before the White Throne on that Great and Terrible Day of Judgment, do be a love and don’t pretend that YOU didn’t hear from the servants of the Most High God on this very occasion–and therefore YOU are without excuse. Too late for the dead soldier; soon to be too late for you and this evil land.
Makes us so happy! 
Sing everlasting and joyful peals of hallelujah! 
God laughs at your calamity! You should have obeyed!
Magormissabib!