I rowed over and took a peek at the manifesto.
All I can say is... WOW!
At least he was coherent enough to form paragraphs. Must have been tough on the guy, typing frantically on his laptop while running to keep ahead of the guys in the white suits with the butterfly nets.
But, I feel for the guy. I too, sometimes, think there are nefarious organizations spying on me, making me spill drinks in my lap. They whip me, bite me, scratch me, make me write bad checks. They sometimes fly around the sky above me and I can hear them. Oh yeah, I can hear them. Can't quite make out what they're saying because the damned dog always picks that time to start bossing me around.