If you need proof that Mr. Error maintains a cozy relationship with childish flimflammers, this letter will provide it. You may be disappointed to hear that my concrete suggestions on how to call for a return to the values that made this country great are sprinkled throughout this letter like raisins in a pudding, not grouped together in a single block of text at the end. This was a conscious decision I made based on the observation that Error is filled with qualms and jaundice. Still, this is all light opera amid the shrill insanity of his bestial taradiddles.

Error will pamper impolitic crackpots long before he can convert me into one of his servitors. Ceteris paribus, I'd rather have him sue people at random than achieve total world domination. Why? Because the only weapons Error has in his intellectual arsenal are book burning, brainwashing, and intimidation. That's all he has, and he knows it. Let me end this letter by pointing out that the battle to tackle the multinational death machine that Mr. Error is currently constructing while remaining true to those beliefs, ideals, and aspirations we hold most dear is now joined on many fronts. We will not waver; we will not tire; we will not falter; and we will not fail.