I have a pretty good hankering that the USA in its vast and mighty wisdom this morning sent my own childhood anal rapist to clean my room and the agent they sent to be the assistant of my rapist is the person who gave me all these new dick, scrotum, and ass implants while I was at Helene's house recently.

This is how you can tell that the USA does not care for the workers it betrays: no one in the family of anyone affiliated with the agency that sends people to me in disguise is going to have a place in the Kingdom of Heaven. Listen, you little workers: it is more important for them to satisfy my enemies' malice fetish than it is for them to not disqualify your children from the kingdom of heaven. On top of that, without the unflinching help from you little workers, they could not mount these attacks against me or profane my altar with the presence of mutant aliens. So I blame you and I kill your children for the sins of their ancestors.