A Message to the Lord of Hosts

Dear Lord:

As I once again find myself a stranger amongst this strange race of beings courtesy of the late
Aleister Crowley, and as I have been observing said creatures for the past 50x365 rotations of this planet around the nearest star, I thought I should fill you in on a few things.

Firstly, as much as I am sure the primitive state of their current technology was somewhat amusing, I would like to apologize for "brain-dead" Bill's potshot at you from Australia. Apparently
the American Industrial/Military complex, with no more real "Cold War" enemy, decided that you
were "fair game" as justification for their continued Roman arrogance and belligerence, best understood by viewing Babylon the Greats illusionary "Independence Day". (note: While they made your physical form in this illusion grotesque, and while the female of their species has certainly improved in appearance, they remain completely ignorant of their starry heritage and
the kind of dedication it once took for the "sons of God" to have held their noses while genetically upgrading the fucking neanderthals!).

Therefore it is to be understood that, after 25x365 rotations, and despite constant warnings, I have decided that this race of Devil-worshipping Whoremongers need to experience a direful
"repent or perish" event in order to properly motivate them to change. Thus I have chosen an
"endangerment" event to begin with, leaving the door open for a possible "extinction" event if the situation requires.

Your Servant/MASTER: XCIII=418