Mittelwerk

[Mittelwerk at aol.com]

Yes, 

I am anonymous.  But surely, Streicher, you realize that the Ego, as such, is
merely a formal, synthetic unity: it shares its name with nothing.  And alas,
Streicher, some are more formalized than others.

On a larger note, I must confess that your presence on this list grows
tiresome.  The overexpressive gestures, the ponderous similes, the--in a
word--undisciplined mimesis of your writing style, has etched a permanent
crease into my once lovely, unmarred face.  The stress has led me to run
heroin, again, while watching re-runs of Martin.  My wife asks me why I
suddenly seem to much prefer the disreputable orifice, during coitus; she
understands that something is wrong, but is powerless to help me.

I have struggled within to understand your motivations, and can only come up
with--acute castration anxiety, which has long since, it appears, hardened
into a castration-wish.  Whereas the young male normally learns to absorb his
hatred of the Father through self-enforced feminization--that is, by
anticipating his own castration--it would seem that this cycle of libidinal
development has been corrupted within you:  never having overcome your Fear,
you now wallow tautologically in the pea-soup of repressed homosexual
aggression.  Tenderness escapes you; intimacy is only possible, for you, as
an act of unmitigated contempt.  You seek to dominate, when you should
love... Spastically drawing all creativity to your own impotence, you
compulsively project your own demise....

As for a lynch-minded Mexican public-- even if I were to be hanged, I
guarantee you that I would take at least twenty of the shiftless rat-bastards
down with me.