This Will Probably Get Me Sued

I really don't want to write this blog. I want to move on with my life with my head in the sand and stop feeling like this is my problem to deal with.

I actually want David to be sane and successful so I can get a giant check for alimony each month and all the back spousal support he owes. Unfortunately, he's still not stable or cured or helped, at least not as of March 3, 2018, which was four days ago as I write this.

Of course, you don't have to take my word for it, this is an excerpt from the email he sent.

Here is a close up of what he wrote:

For those with eyesight impairment, the text has been copied and pasted to the bottom of the blog after the ads

So telling someone "the world is going to be destroyed" and lose "The Great Tribulation" if that person doesn't do what you say and that it is all your fault is, well, not just crazy but abusive.

I have to say though it does make for an interesting threat... I mean how many people can say their spouse threatened them with the destruction of the world? I guess I should feel complimented he felt the need to pull out the big guns. I must be much more intimidating than I give myself credit for.

Anyway, the point is, I'm okay and David just isn't quite yet ready to be helping people make money or start a company.

And while he will probably sue me for exposing this email it doesn't seem like it will hold up in court when courts are designed to protect us from threats like these.

So anyways sorry for spoiling the hopes you had that he was all better and ready to help you make massive amounts of money.

If he does get there in my opinion, I'll let you know. Until then best of luck with whatever you choose to do!

Copy and Paste:

P.S. Ashley, I blind cc'd you. Please divorce me. I will not give you money. Please do not share this for now. "...If you divorce me, as a part of the settlement of you taking nothing, I (with Priscilla's permission) will help script a video that you can use to gain public support to start your books, under the name I gave you, Shat-Ki-Mas-Areh, which means "The Goddess Of Love..." in the Ancient Language AND after you are enlightened, your books will be filled with the Love of the Universe and will be sold on every one of the 312 trillion sentient worlds in the Universe, Saith Yah-Ha-Oh-Weh of Armies..."

P.P.S. If you do not divorce me, I cannot be King David because I am living in sin and I will not agree to not have sex with my actual wife, Priscilla, who is the Mother of my babies. If I am not King David, we lose the Great Tribulation and it will be YOUR FAULT and the Earth will be destroyed by Nuclear War within the next 7 years, and we will have to wait 1 trillion years for the Earth to be resurrected and the Position of the Earth as the 1st World EVER in the HISTORY of Creation to defeat the Kingdom of Satan entirely will be taken, and it will be given to another world.

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