My name is Brandon I am the president of the Reaper Crew Motorcycle Club and im here to tell you on behalf of myself and my club if you show your fat fuckin face in McAlister, OK it will be the last time any of you do YOU BETTER PRAY that the god your fighting for is on your side because me and my club will be there and no amount of law will be able to stop what is going to happen to you its time that your bullshit is stopped and im glad im gonna be the one to do it and i know your gonna turn this over to the cops and i hope you do you better hope im in jail friday otherwise your all done i just hope you understand what your walking into you better think before you come to oklahoma friday think long and hard ill see you friday
Hello Brandi.
Thanks for writing.
If the breath of life was in your hands–if you were the creator and sustainer of all things (e.g., Heb. 1:3; John 1:3; Col. 1:17)–your words might have a different significance. It might put us in mind of our duty to fear and obey God, and not to provoke the Lord our God. It might cast our mind to remembering that our God is a Consuming Fire and it’s a fearful things to fall into the hands of the Living God. And it might remind us how he wiped out the entire Assyrian army for threatening his people–in one fell swoop. It might put us in mind of the fact that the Creator of all things is in charge, and that no weapon (including vicious thoughts) formed against his servants will prosper.
But instead, your words are the words of a cowardly titmouse. This is the kind of puffy blow hard hot air we hear from you "heroes" every day, and we are unmoved. God brought you forth as a rag tag smelly group–angry that you got beat in war–full of sin and vile hypocrisy. He raised you up for this hour, so you could be the voice and face of a doomed nation. He made sure you lost every war this nation has fought for decades, handing you your rebellious asses on the battle field, disgracing you before the whole world.
He made you run before your enemies, and gave you great confusion. He did all that because this nation deserves "heroes" like you – because they have forgotten God and forgotten his word. This is a nation that despises the blessings God gave them; gives itself the glory; and will not obey. So this is a nation that is utterly doomed. And one of the strongest pieces of evidence of their doom, and of the very perfect rightness of our words that pierce the hearts of this reprobate nation of rebels, is that you crybabies follow us around like ugly dogs grunting and groaning in complaint.
PERFECT–that’s how God roles–raising up you angry little sissies on "iron horses" to rage against God. This is so very glorifying to God. He raised you up to destroy you Brandi–all for his great and wonderful glory.
You have ZERO ability to do anything but rage against God. He restrains your wrath; and the little bit of blubbering he lets creep out–the little bit of sending your legless thugs with vehicles full of weapons; or your slithering snakes with knives to slash our tires–that tiny bit he lets out is the wrath of man praising God. If you cracked a Bible ever–and tried to read it through your alcoholic and gaseous rage–you would know that what you have done by writing this e-mail is one thing, and one thing only, to wit, put a giant bulls eye on your own back. Now, mademoiselle, you will get your own God smacking. Very, very foolish.
Meanwhile, nothing has changed. Your soldiers are still dying for your proud sin. You hate those soldiers, or you would close your mouth, and mourn for your sins. You and this nation love your filthy smelly insignificant tiny little private parts more than you love your life. So they keep dying; whore old glory can do nothing to stop it; and your big pompous pie hole full of empty threats will NOT change God or his commandments or your everlasting duty to obey him. So shut up, obey, or perish! And when we come to McAlester be thankful; listen to our beautiful parodies; and enjoy!