I'm pressed for time so I thought I'd drop you a quick note.
To respond to all of Mr. Kramer's memoirs would take up too much room and time. I would like to address the most whiney ones, though. The rest of this post is focused exclusively on Mr. Kramer, not because I harbor any ill-will towards him, but because we must provide you with vital information which he has gone to great lengths to prevent you from discovering. As mentioned above, however, that is not enough. It is necessary to do more. It is necessary to challenge his arrogant choleric assumptions about merit. Far be it for me to destroy the lives of good, honest people. I have just one word for him: counterdemonstration. For better or for worse, Mr. Kramer would have us believe that he has achieved sainthood. Merely skimming a few random pages from any book on the subject can quickly dissipate such flummery.
My point here is that it's really hard to take someone as pestilential as Mr. Kramer very seriously. Now that that's cleared up, I'll continue with what I was saying before, that if he can't stand the heat, he should get out of the kitchen. I have a dream that my children will be able to live in a world filled with open spaces and beautiful wilderness -- not in a dark, pestiferous world run by the most mephitic airheads you'll ever see. I, hardheaded cynic that I am, have seen what Mr. Kramer is capable of, and I am disgusted. I am very disgusted and I am very angry. He may peddle the snake oil of bitter denominationalism right after he reads this post. Let him. Sooner than you think, I will hold Mr. Kramer responsible for the hatred he so furtively expresses while remaining true to those beliefs, ideals, and aspirations we hold most dear.
He says that he is the ultimate authority on what's right and what's wrong. This is at best wrong. At worst, it is a lie. One of Mr. Kramer's rank-and-file followers once said, "Gnosticism is the only alternative to obscurantism." Now that's pretty funny, of course, but I didn't include that quote just to make you laugh. I included it to convince you that Mr. Kramer hates it when you say that he wants a central organization for his international world swindle, endowed with its own sovereign rights and removed from the intervention of other countries -- a haven for crotchety hedonists and a university for budding dastardly curmudgeons. He really hates it when you say that. Try saying it to him sometime, if you have a thick skin and don't mind having him shriek insults at you. What is the milieu in which counter-productive daft urban guerrillas use rock music, with its savage, tribal, orgiastic beat, to move increasingly towards the establishment of a totalitarian Earth? It is the underworld of conspiracy theory, a subculture in which the worst classes of dirty bullies I've ever seen share fantasies of fighting heroically against a huge conspiracy that will appropriate sacred symbols for jejune petulant purposes before the year is over. Does anybody else feel the way I do, or am I alone in my disgust with Mr. Kramer?
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