The Internet is no substitute for real people. Rather than be evil and leave it there, let’s explore.
The Internet is rife with gurus and experts in every field from asteroid farm to hemorrhoids. The problem with this is somewhere there is a real, FAB* person who is pounding a keyboard or squawking into a Dictaphone® the drivel which will be translated by an ingenious HTML creator into Internet content. Guess what. This means you.
In your mother’s basement, you have never been exposed to the facts upon which you based your alleged expertise. With your face for radio, your personality prevents you from showing it in public forum. Ironically, the public is far more genteel to the Quasimodos of the world than they will ever be to you. Why? Sit down.
Your inner ugliness far exceeds whatever body malformation anyone on this planet can conceive. Your blatant disregard for concepts which are universally accepted, and the adamancy with which you pursue your perversion, creates a boundary between you and the remainder of the human race.
I had to ask myself why you exist. The woebegone conclusion saddened me to the point of physical illness. I took the time to ask questions of your cronies, followers and disciples. They answered freely the questions you could not.
Those who buy into, especially with plastic, your cockamamie nonsense are desperate. Some for love. Some for healing. Some merely for human contact, even if it requires a screen and thousands of miles between you.
You, with your half-truths and lies, promise grandiose solutions which no one will ever attain. It is not any shortcoming on their part. They are more than willing to try any and/or everything you suggest. In the end, you have done nothing but preyed on the hope which cannot spring eternal.
See, in the wee hours of the morning when your followers are calculating the cost of your idiocy against the bills which disregard all other costs, they realize you have stolen the resources which could have yielded the real solution.
When you show your signs of affluence as a signal of your success, I roll my eyes. One rolls for the desperation which precludes rational judgment in your followers. The other rolls in disgust at your flaunting your ability to fleece thousands upon millions.
Were you truly altruistic your materials would be offered freely to the betterment of mankind. They would not be at the one-time-only-low-price-of-$99. It is not savings, regardless of what your advertising firm told you. The majority of those who scrape together the money are depriving themselves and their families of electricity, medicine, water, food, shelter, clothing… true necessities.
No, it did not work for you. The only thing in which you are an expert is incitement. You create a dramatic scene in which your victims can easily submerse themselves. Had you any cajones the life preserver would not not have a price tag dangling from it.
There is more I would love to tell you, but alas your email address has bounced for lack of payment. Quelle surprise. The lease on your new mobile must be quite expensive. Even now, you cannot take responsibility for your own actions. Your lack of forethought is covered by the dealership.
Fortunately, Karma has a special ticket for you. You may not elect to cash it in on this plane. When you do, and the façade crumbles to reveal the lies, you shall begin your penance. Pity it cannot last as long as all the days and nights you’ve wasted in other’s lives.
Now for some meditation so you rob me of not one more moment.
This year I participated in the Month of Letters. I was not entirely successful, as I found the challenge after it had already begun.
For an M3 twist, I am writing a letter a day for the month of May.
*FAB = Flesh And Blood
Which is the most egregious snake oil salesman on the Internet? How do we stem the ignorance of those who fall for these schemes?
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