From the desk of [name removed]:
Hello, my friend. How are you doing? How is the family?
I am interested in your life because I have read that being interested in others makes them like me more.
Liking gives influence, influence gives power. Thank you.
I could also cut your throat. I do not fear the consequences. The youth calls this “having balls.”
Usually, though, I am not a killer, just a mean person. I mean to be mean when I can profit from it.
So, more often than not, I am the nicest person on the planet. Where is my horse?
I will make you feel important, too. If you are female, I will make you feel loved. More profit for me.
Did you know that I am more interested in my haters than in my friends?
Hello, my friend. How are you doing?
I tend not to talk much because I am too concerned with my reputation, so I will let you speak, let you do the dirty work.
But oh, I want to be seen! See me as dumb and imperfect—as human! I give you what you need if you look at no one else.
And when you see me, see me as my vision. Marvel at my spectacle. You may praise my charisma now.
Look, I am always in control. Nobody knows my intention. Everybody knows that I am in control.
My love is strategic, my honesty selective, and my trust about to be entombed next to all my commitments.
Sometimes I remove myself, make myself scarce and unpredictable. Sometimes I bow down to punch up.
Come to me, do not wait for me to come. Come to me, I will embrace you with open arms and knives up my sleeve.
I am not one to be messed with. I do not join your argument to kill you verbally. I win through action.
I am a mad action taker. Suddenly, taking action gets a fresh new meaning, does it not?
Boldness is my strength. With boldness, I promise you stars and the moon. Now lick my frugal generosity dispenser.
And as you become more dependent on me, my independence grows. With free velvet hands, I hand out emotions.
I give you all the colors: blue and red and green. The rainbow is my apron string and deadliest weapon.
Then I give you something to believe in:—me. For I am your king and savior.
Feel my wrath and feel my charm! Hello, my friend. How are you doing?
Well, that was something. I shall call it “the art of machiavellianism.”