Wow. What dumbasses we are, seriously.
Remember what I said awhile back, about how we could just be considered Independent Gardnerians and we could own that tradition we trained in and blah-de-da-de-dah? Yeah. Or, you know, not.
Never again. The G-word is hereby expunged from my vocabulary, because if I ever have to endure another day of fuckery such as I have had today, someone is going to die. (Most likely, me, from a brain aneurysm.) Book-smart and people-dumb; that's me, remember? We've gone over this before.
Drop the G-word, but keep the Independent. Details beyond that are superfluous at this moment. And if I forget again some time in the future, someone please remind me?