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To Whom it may...

Listening to a particular local radio morning show, the latest about women molestation per day stands at 1 in 3. Sad findings in deed. I have a possible solution to this woman problem.

Mr. Musk I’ll need your help.

This will maybe make it easier for your plans anyway, smiley face.

Give people a break. An actual recess. Take the women to Mars leave the men to work on the earth. Ten years is a good generational adjustment. Ten years worlds apart, this can be something.

Mr. Twitter, here’s your call now. Call all women through a post, one of those morning posts. A hash tag to draw them in or even spam their inboxes. For a flight inside a ‘space x’ cruiser, even I may get in a dress LOL. Take them to Mars. Now work with the brothers on your weird plans to digitize earth. You now have the shopping monies women use, the labor force; undistracted LOL, and almost fifty percent less of the human population.

Some men will fall to the overexcitement of being part of a global revolution. The strong will make it to year ten with their sonic automobiles. Bring back the women. Most of them will make it, back to the reduced men population, so focused they only speak in symbols from the Greek era. Women will quickly fit in the helping line. Clear-cut duties for everyone, how about that?

Yours sincerely

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