My Dear Wormcoil,
I read your recent correspondence with some measure of irritation. It appears you still possess a naïve optimism about your task in Christian America. Let me clarify matters for you: subtlety, my dear fiend, subtlety is your greatest ally.
Do not imagine that mere chaos is enough. No, Wormcoil, you must exploit divisions—those already deeply entrenched and simmering just below the surface. Politics, my dear nephew, politics is your grand chessboard! Convince each side that theirs alone is the righteous cause, and soon enough, you will have them believing their neighbor to be a villain, deserving of neither civility nor compassion. Turn their noble pursuit of justice into a blinding crusade, rendering dialogue impossible. Let anger and hatred flourish in every forum and feast upon their souls.
Moral divisions—oh, what a delectable buffet these mortals provide! Consider abortion: fan the flames of this debate until each side sees the other as monstrous rather than merely misguided. Let them forget entirely about the virtues of mercy, compassion, or understanding. They must see only bloodthirsty enemies where fellow citizens once stood.
Encourage them to revel in pride, believing that all forms of compromise are always cowardice and that understanding of the other side equals betrayal. Stoke fear, resentment, and bitterness until they cannot even conceive of reconciliation. Once they’ve torn themselves apart from within, our task is all but complete. The great empire, once proud and seemingly invincible, will rot and collapse under the weight of its own hatred.
And never underestimate the power of misinformation, Wormcoil! Flood their traditional media channels and social networks with false narratives and sensationalized half-truths. Let them drown in contradictory reports until truth itself seems unattainable. Every lie shared, every distorted fact believed, will deepen their polarization. Convince them that the loudest voice is always right, and watch as their society fragments further into isolated, distrustful camps.
Ah, but Wormcoil, your work does not stop there. When their unity crumbles, foreign philosophies—perhaps even those fervent ones from the East like Islam or Marxism—will find fertile ground to establish dominion. After all, when internal division consumes a nation, the door opens wide to those who offer clarity and order, regardless of the cost or who is behind it.
Focus sharply, Wormcoil. Sow division, nourish hatred, amplify fear. Then, watch the empire devour itself. Patience, dear nephew—patience and cunning will yield a victory so deliciously destructive that even the Dark Father himself might offer you commendation.
Your ever-watchful mentor,
Screwpike
