Mafia VII - GG

Like the Erlking in Goethe's famous poem, the maleficence of Lucas 'L"'s reports can sometimes be imperceptible. The purpose of this letter is therefore to expose the unambitious nature of L's biases and let you draw your own conclusions about L's motives. First and foremost, Lhas an ego of galactic proportions. In this case, one cannot help but recall that some people don't seem to mind that he likes to attack my character. What a reprehensible world we live in! His eccentricity is surpassed only by his vanity and his vanity is surpassed only by his empty theorizing. (Remember his theory that turning segregationists loose against us good citizens is essential for the safety and welfare of the public?)

Each rung on the ladder of gnosticism is a crisis of some kind. Each crisis supplies an excuse for L to replicate the most virulent structures of contemporary life. That is the standard process by which abhorrent witlings add insult to injury. While some of his commentaries are very attractive on the surface and are undoubtedly entertaining, they ultimately serve to direct social activity toward philanthropic flimflam rather than toward the elimination of the basic deficiencies in the organization of our economic and cultural life. It is not news that it may seem excessive to note that his endeavors leave much to be desired. What speaks volumes, though, is that there is a proper place in life for hatred. Hatred of that which is wrong is a powerful and valuable tool. But when L perverts hatred in order to wage a clandestine guerilla war against many basic human rights, it becomes clear that his epithets serve no purpose other than to concentrate all the wealth of the world into his own hands, so to speak.

I once tried to explain to L that his prank phone calls will deny the obvious. Rather than feel ashamed of himself, L got angry at me. What this says is that if it turns out that there's decidedly no way to prevent L from plaguing our minds then I guess it'll be time to throw my cards on the table and call it quits. I'll just have to give up trying to provide a positive, confident, and assertive vision of humanity's future and our role in it and accept the fact that he seems unable to think of turns of speech that aren't hackneyed. What really grates on my nerves, however, is that L's prose consists less of words chosen for the sake of their meaning than of phrases tacked together like the sections of a prefabricated henhouse. Letting Lucas 'L" destroy the sovereignty of all nations and every feeling or expression of patriotism is a recipe for disaster. Period, finis, and Q.E.D.