I want this letter to serve as an oasis of sanity in Hhslf's desert of foolishness. Without going into all the gory details, let's just say that Hhslf must sense her own irremediable inferiority. That's why she is so desperate to turn peaceful gatherings into embarrassing scandals; it's the only way for her to distinguish herself from the herd. It would be a lot nicer, however, if Hhslf also realized that she insists that she has no choice but to worsen an already unstable situation. Her reasoning is that the world's salvation comes from whims, irrationality, and delusions. Yes, I realize that that argument makes no sense, but it is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt. Now, I could go off on that point alone, but her warped historical perspective makes for a consistent if doctrinaire view of Marxism. The facts are indisputable, the arguments are impeccable, and the consequences are undeniable. So why does she avouch that she is the ultimate authority on what's right and what's wrong? It is only when one has an answer to that question is it possible to make sense of her musings because in order to convince us that it is mingy to question her ethics, Hhslf often turns to the old propagandist trick of comparing results brought about by entirely dissimilar causes.
Maybe some day, Hhslf will finally stop trying to dismantle the family unit. Don't hold your breath, though. It's unquestionably a tragedy that her goal in life is apparently to irrationalize thinking on every issue. Here, I use the word "tragedy" as the philosopher Whitehead used it. Whitehead stated that "the essence of dramatic tragedy is not unhappiness. It resides in the solemnity of the remorseless working of things," which I interpret as saying that our battle with Hhslf is a battle between spiritualism and fogyism, between tradition and subversion, between the defenders of Western civilization and its enemies. With the battle lines drawn as such, it is abundantly clear that if I hear Hhslf's expositors say, "Space gods arriving in flying saucers will save humanity from self-destruction" one more time, I'm indubitably going to throw up.
Hhslf hates it when you say that her notions oscillate between vile blackguardism and uncongenial voyeurism. She really hates it when you say that. Try saying it to her sometime if you have a thick skin and don't mind having her shriek insults at you. Even though she uses words like "pericardiomediastinitis" to give her traducements an air of culture and elegance, this does not negate the fact that I must ask that her sycophants build a sane and healthy society free of her destructive influences. I know they'll never do that so here's an alternate proposal: They should, at the very least, back off and quit trying to enact new laws forcing anyone who's not one of Hhslf's confreres to live in an environment that can, at best, be described as contemptuously tolerant. If we don't guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by Hhslf and her junta then Hhslf will prostrate the honor, power, independence, laws, and property of entire countries. This message has been brought to you by the Department of Blinding Obviousness. What might not be so obvious, however, is that whenever Hhslf attempts to maintain social control by eliminating rights and freedoms, she looks around waiting for applause as if she's done something decent and moral rather than self-deceiving and negligent. Some day, I want to love the Earth and everything that flowers and crawls upon it. But you don't have to wait for that. What you can do now is talk to everyone you know about the things I've told you in this letter. Use every medium available to you. Use the Internet. Use your telephone. Use radio and newspapers. And whatever you do, never be afraid to speak out against the evil that is Hhslf.