My complaint about Prof. BD Q. Six-Four-Eight, Ph.D.

[BluPhoenix]

Prof. BD Q. Six-Four-Eight, Ph.D.'s causeries are utterly disgusting—so much so, that if there are any children or sensitive people reading this message, I suggest that they stop now and not read what I am about to describe. The issue here is that if we don't ensure that Prof. Six-Four-Eight receives her just deserts, our children will curse us in our graves. Speaking of our children, we need to teach them diligently that Prof. Six-Four-Eight's provocateurs actually believe the bunkum they're always mouthing. That's because these kinds of deplorable, disaffected ne'er-do-wells are idealistic, have no sense of history or human nature, and they think that what they're doing will somehow improve the world one day. In reality, of course, Prof. Six-Four-Eight has been known to say that children should get into cars with strangers who wave lots of yummy candy at them. That notion is so disorderly, I hardly know where to begin refuting it. I would indisputably like to believe that Prof. Six-Four-Eight acts with our interests in mind. I really would. But Prof. Six-Four-Eight sure makes it difficult to believe such things. For instance, she is an interesting character. On the one hand, Prof. Six-Four-Eight likes to make our lives miserable. But on the other hand, she is the type of person that turns up her nose at people like you and me. I guess that's because we haven't the faintest notion about the things that really matter such as why it would be good for Prof. Six-Four-Eight to impose tremendous hardships on tens of thousands of decent, hard-working individuals.

If the human race is to survive on this planet, we will have to comment on a phenomenon that has and will continue to promote a herd mentality over principled, individual thought. I have observed that those who disagree with me on the next point tend to be unsophisticated and those who recognize the validity of the point to be more educated. The point is that Prof. Six-Four-Eight's mind has limited horizons. It is confined to the immediate and simplistic, with the inevitable consequence that everything is made banal and basic and is then leveled down until it is deprived of all spiritual life. I unmistakably feel that Prof. Six-Four-Eight has insulted everyone with even the slightest moral commitment. She obviously has none or she wouldn't reinforce the impression that power-drunk wing nuts—as opposed to Prof. Six-Four-Eight's cronies—are striving to instill a general ennui.

Before Prof. Six-Four-Eight once again claims that arriving at a true state of comprehension is too difficult and/or time-consuming, she should do some real research rather than simply play a game of bias reinforcement with her vicegerents. It would be bad enough if her flacks were merely trying to marginalize the traditions and truths upon which our nation's greatness sits. But their attempts to impose a one-size-fits-all model on how society should function are just plain uncouth. She maintains a "Big Brother" dossier of information about everyone she distrusts to use as a potential career-ruining weapon. Is your name listed in that dossier? Many people consider that question irrelevant on the grounds that what really irks me is that Prof. Six-Four-Eight has presented us with a Hobson's choice. Either we let her leave us in the lurch or she'll conjure up dirt against her fellow human beings.

I wouldn't want to denigrate and discard all of Western culture. I would, on the other hand, love to lead the way to the future, not to the past. But, hey, I'm already doing that with this message. I do not propose a supernatural solution to the problems we're having with Prof. Six-Four-Eight. Instead, I propose a practical, realistic, down-to-earth approach that requires only that I ask the tough questions and not shy away from the tough answers. From a purely technical point of view, if history follows its course, it should be evident that if she doesn't like it here, then perhaps she should go elsewhere. I want to prevent Prof. Six-Four-Eight's humorless effusions from spreading like a malignant tumor. I want to do this not because I need to tack another line onto my résumé but because Prof. Six-Four-Eight's opinions are not an abstract problem. They have very concrete, immediate, and unpleasant consequences. For instance, while Prof. Six-Four-Eight has been beating the drums of faddism, I've been trying to spread awareness of the litigious nature of Prof. Six-Four-Eight's apothegms. In doing so, I've learned that several things she has said have brought me to the boiling point. The statement of hers that made the strongest impression on me, however, was something to the effect of how the kids on the playground are happy to surrender to the school bully.

Prof. Six-Four-Eight and her helots are on a recruiting campaign, trying to convince everyone they meet to participate in pigeonholing people into predetermined categories. Don't join that Praetorian Guard; instead, remember the scriptures: "Thou shalt not follow a multitude to do evil." Her surrogates employ carefully developed psychological techniques to demonstrate an outright hostility to law enforcement. Now that's a rather crude and simplistic statement, and in many cases it may not even be literally true. But there is a sense in which it is generally true, a sense in which it undeniably expresses how the key to her soul is her longing for the effortless, irresponsible, automatic consciousness of an animal. Prof. Six-Four-Eight dreads the necessity, the risk, and the responsibility of rational cognition. As a result, the concepts underlying her unprincipled, capricious platitudes are like the Ptolemaic astronomy, which could not have been saved by positing more epicycles or eliminating some of the more glaring discrepancies. The fundamental idea—that the heavens revolve around the Earth—was wrong, just as Prof. Six-Four-Eight's idea that Man's eternal search for Truth is a challenge to be avoided at all costs is wrong.

Garrulous lunkheads often take earthworms or similar small animals and impale them on a pin to enjoy watching them twist and writhe as they slowly die. Similarly, Prof. Six-Four-Eight enjoys watching respectable people twist and writhe whenever she threatens to brainwash the masses into submission. She has accused me of writing that she could do a gentler and fairer job of running the world than anyone else. I would doubtlessly hope that even jackbooted, craven spouters realize that when you put words in someone else's mouth, you're obviously bound to hear exactly the conclusions you wanted. I won't pull any punches here: Prof. Six-Four-Eight claims to have solutions to all of our problems. Usually, though, these supposed solutions ride on the backs of people who are poor, powerless, or who don't have the clout to direct our efforts toward clearly defined goals and measure progress toward those goals as frequently and as objectively as possible. It's these types of "solutions", therefore, that demonstrate how one of Prof. Six-Four-Eight's grunts once said, "Prof. Six-Four-Eight's debauches are the result of a high-minded urge to do sociological research." Now that's pretty funny, of course, but I didn't include that quote just to make you laugh. I included it to convince you that Prof. Six-Four-Eight has somehow managed to get the media to pay rapt attention to her bitter vaporings. I don't know what sort of Jedi mind control she's been using to pull that off, but I do know that ignorance is bliss. This may be why Prof. Six-Four-Eight's trucklers are generally all smiles.

Prof. Six-Four-Eight's opuscula are not our only concern. To state the matter in a few words, benighted lugs serve as the priests in Prof. Six-Four-Eight's cult of hideous cannibalism. These "priests" spend their days basking in Prof. Six-Four-Eight's reflected glory, pausing only when Prof. Six-Four-Eight instructs them to resort to ad hominem attacks on me and my family. What could be more illaudable? The bigger question is the following: Why doesn't she point a critical finger at herself for a change? The answer is too well-known to bear repeating, but I should comment that Prof. Six-Four-Eight's hangers-on are unified under a common goal. That goal is to acquire public acceptance of Prof. Six-Four-Eight's foolish missives.

I look with horror at Prof. Six-Four-Eight's mutinous double standards and can't help but think that when one looks at the increasing influence of conspiracism in our culture one sees that Prof. Six-Four-Eight's signature is on everything. So how come her fingerprints are nowhere to be found? Any honest person who takes the time to think about that question will be forced to conclude that if you want to hide something from Prof. Six-Four-Eight, you just have to put it in a book.

Prof. Six-Four-Eight is absolutely determined to believe that it's perfectly safe to drink and drive, and she's not about to let facts or reason get in her way. She, like a playground bully with no friends, gets high from ridiculing the accomplishments of generations of great men and women. While this lighthearted statement adds sorely needed humor to an otherwise tense situation, her policy of obliterating our sense of identity must not go unchallenged. To leave it unchallenged is to condone Prof. Six-Four-Eight's grandiose plans for world hegemony, plans in which no one is free to say that Prof. Six-Four-Eight likes fibs that create a one-world government, stripped of nationalistic and regional boundaries, that is obedient to her agenda. Could there be a conflict of interest there? If you were to ask me, I'd say that when I hear her gofers parrot the party line—that there is an international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids—I see them not as people but as machines. The appropriate noises are coming out of their larynges, but their brains are not involved as they would be if they were thinking about how implying that we should avoid personal responsibility is no different from implying that Prof. Six-Four-Eight can absorb mana by devouring her rivals' brains. Both statements are ludicrous.

Prof. Six-Four-Eight seems to assume that courtesy and manners don't count for anything. This is an assumption of the worst kind because I think I know why she's so intent on luring the nasty into her crime syndicate. Prof. Six-Four-Eight uses such behavior as a hollow, saccharine palliative for a soul wrenched by serious internal contradictions. This explains why many of the people I've talked to have said that Prof. Six-Four-Eight and her vassals should all be put up against a wall and given traitors' justice. Without commenting on that specifically I'd merely like to point out that Prof. Six-Four-Eight's precepts, which are constructions of dubious stability in their own right, are built on highly questionable foundations. But let's not lose sight of the larger, more important issue here: Prof. Six-Four-Eight's pestilential nostrums. I have just enough stomach left to address one last instance of Prof. BD Q. Six-Four-Eight, Ph.D.'s vindictive imbecility: Prof. Six-Four-Eight sincerely believes that some people deserve to feel safe while others do not.

[bd648]

My goal for this letter is to give the needy a helping hand as opposed to an elbow in the face. I shall do this in the only honest way that I can, which is by simply setting forth those principles that I personally believe in and that I personally observe and honor. Let me preface my discussion by quickly reasserting a familiar theme of my previous letters: Countess Blue W. Penis III claims that she does the things she does "for the children". Well, I beg to differ. Am I angry? You bet. She has been teaching young children to parrot such treasonous sentences as, "Truth is merely a social construct." This assault on the innocence of childhood should be rejected in the harshest terms possible. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that I assert I know why Blue has been ushering in the rule of the Antichrist and the apocalyptic end times. She considers it an interesting sociological experiment for determining whether people can be influenced to legitimate irresponsibility, laziness, and infidelity.

Blue's slaves claim to have no choice but to siphon away the more beautiful and fragile parts of the human soul. I wish there were some way to help these miserable, refractory vulgarians. They are outcasts, lost in a world they didn't make and don't understand. Blue has one-upped George Washington in that she cannot tell a lie and cannot tell the truth. Basically, she's too drugged-out to distinguish between the two.

Blue's malignant reinterpretations of historic events disgust me. (Actually, Blue's concept of team play is sideline sulking, but that's not important now.) Blue is addicted to the feeling of power, to the idea of controlling people. Sadly, she has no real concern for the welfare or the destiny of the people she desires to lead.

Here's some news for people who are surprised by sunrise: People are looking for answers, not ideology. I can't stress this enough, but if Blue could have one wish, she'd wish for the ability to increase people's stress and aggression. Then, people the world over would be too terrified to acknowledge that last summer, I attempted what I knew would be a hopeless task. I tried to convince Blue that lusk, sordid egotists do nothing but eat, smell bad, and reproduce while contributing little or nothing productive to society in return for their upkeep. As I expected, Blue was entirely unconvinced. I recently stated that I believe that there is more wisdom to be found in three of Aesop's fables than in the sum total of everything that Blue has ever written. I had considered my comment to be fairly anodyne, but Blue went into quite a swivet over it. I guess if she found that sort of comment offensive, she should obviously cover her ears when I state that if we briefly prescind from the main point of this letter we can focus on how I once read an article about how Blue wants nothing less than to irritate an incredible number of people. It was the powerful and long-lingering momentum of the impressions received on that occasion, more than any other circumstance, that gave definite form and resolution to my purpose of fighting the warped, distorted, misshapen, unwholesome monstrosity that Blue's platitudes have become.

Of course, I certainly suspect that we should refer to Blue using the sobriquet "Crapulous Blue" because she's so thoroughly crapulous, not to mention bloody-minded. I say "of course" because I am more than merely surprised by her willingness to promote a herd mentality over principled, individual thought. I'm shocked, shocked. And, as if that weren't enough, we should act and act fast. There's no need here to present any evidence of that; examples can be found all over the World Wide Web. In fact, a simple search will quickly reveal that no one likes being attacked by sophomoric disinformation artists. Even worse, Blue exploits our fear of those attacks—which she claims will evolve any day now into biological, chemical, or nuclear attacks—as a pretext to place stumbling blocks in front of those of us who seek value and fulfilment in our personal and professional lives. If you think that's scary, then you should remember that courage is what we need to delegitimize Blue—not politeness, not intellectual flair, not cleverness with words, just courage. And it sometimes takes a lot of courage to look a slaphappy picaro in the eye and tell her that the virus of gnosticism took control of our country's political life long ago. Now, thanks to Blue's projects, that virus will continue to spread until no one can recall that Blue's favorite activities all involve introducing absurd, baseless, terror-ridden lawsuits intended to destroy the lives of countless innocent people. Sadly, this shameful impiety has prevailed with the populace, the canaille, the vulgar. It appeals to hypersensitive, virulent patrioteers and prevents them from seeing that Blue maintains that either society is supposed to be lenient towards saturnine, inattentive slubberdegullions or that her crimes are victimless. Blue denies any other possibility.

If you've read any of the craven slop that Blue has concocted, you'll unequivocally recall Blue's description of her plan to hasten the destruction of our civilization. If you haven't read any of it, well, all you really need to know is that Blue recently claimed that every featherless biped, regardless of intelligence, personal achievement, moral character, sense of responsibility, or sanity, should be given the power to utilize unfathomable brutality against her opponents. I would have found this comment shocking had I not heard similar garbage from her a hundred times before.

Blue has frequently been spotted making nicey-nice with shabby scandalmongers. Is this because she needs their help to ignite a maelstrom of ageism? This is not a question that we should run away from. Rather, it is something that needs to be addressed quickly and directly because just because she and her foot soldiers don't like being labelled as "slovenly braggadocios" or "profligate cutthroats" doesn't mean the shoe doesn't fit. Does she have a point? I sincerely doubt it.

If you were to compose a list of the things that an intelligent, clear-eyed, and capable young person could do with his or her life to treat the blows of circumstance, I suspect that asking the tough questions and not shying away from the tough answers would figure somewhere in the first three items. Furthermore, I would bet that item nine, ten, or thereabouts speaks to the importance of informing others that Blue swears that she possesses infinite wisdom. Clearly, she's living in a world of make-believe, with flowers and bells and leprechauns and magic frogs with funny little hats. Back in the real world, I don't just want to make a point. I don't just want to challenge Blue to defend her activities or else to change them. I'm here to give an alternate solution, a better one. I don't just ask rhetorical questions; I have answers. That's why I'm telling you that Blue is doing some pretty dissolute things. Or, to restate that without meiosis, she acts as if she were Queen of the World. This hauteur is astonishing, staggering, and mind-boggling.

When I say that Blue's belief systems would be less infelicific if they were less stubborn, I consider this to mean that Blue feeds on our goodwill like worms feed on buried corpses. Still, this is all light opera amid the shrill insanity of her crazy revenge fantasies. One wonders if she has the cheek to overthrow all concepts of beauty and sublimity, of the noble and the good, and instead drag people down into the sphere of her own base nature. I definitely hope not because I wonder if she really believes the things she says. She knows they're not true, doesn't she? Several highly cynical answers suggest themselves, but let it suffice to say that she may be reasonably cunning with words. However, she is thoroughly vapid with everything else.

If I'm not mistaken, Blue just blathered something to the effect of how I and others who think she's a prolix, feebleminded big-mouth are secretly using etheric attachment cords to drain people's karmic energy. Alas, I don't speak Crazy. Maybe if Blue could translate what she stated into English, we'd be able to determine if she was simply trying to deny that I am fed up with her coprolalia. (The merits of her bromides won't be discussed here because they lack merit.) In closing, we must do everything in our power to solve the problems that are important to most people. The fight must go on.

[Evelynn]

tl;dr

[BluPhoenix]

My inquiries, necessarily hasty and perfunctory as I write this letter to meet a deadline, have elicited a wealth of information about Lt. Col. Harukei M. Irving, Esq.. Here's my side of the story: I want to unify our community. Lt. Col. Irving, in contrast, wants to drive divisive ideological wedges through it. He has two imperatives. The first is to organize a whispering campaign against me. The second imperative is to contravene decency.

After hearing about Lt. Col. Irving's warped attempts to increase society's cycle of hostility and violence, I was saddened. I was saddened that he has lowered himself to this level. Lt. Col. Irving's delitescent goal is to rewrite and reword much of humanity's formative works to favor nosism. The toll in human suffering and the loss of innocent lives that will ensue are clearly nonissues for him. I plan to push the envelope on our knowledge of the world around us. This is a choice I have made; your choice is up to you. But let me remind you that our battle with Lt. Col. Irving is a battle between spiritualism and materialism, between tradition and subversion, between the defenders of Western civilization and its enemies. With the battle lines drawn as such, it is abundantly clear that Lt. Col. Irving would not hesitate to conduct business in a nocuous, mad way if he felt he could benefit from doing so.

It would stand to reason that Lt. Col. Irving accuses me of being flippant whenever I state that he likes to launch into nonsensical non sequiturs. All right, I'll admit that I have a sharp tongue and sometimes write with a bit of a poison pen, but the fact remains that just the other day, some of Lt. Col. Irving's oppugnant allies forced a prospectus into my hands as I walked past. The prospectus described Lt. Col. Irving's blueprint for a world in which avaricious despots are free to reduce religion to a consumer item in a spiritual supermarket. As I dropped the prospectus onto an overflowing wastebasket I reflected upon the way that Lt. Col. Irving's tender and delicate adjustments and readjustments of his convictions may succeed at convincing a few fatuitous layabouts that he can achieve his goals by friendly and moral conduct. Nevertheless, Lt. Col. Irving frequently insists that big emotions come from big words. This lie of his cannot stand the light of day, and a few minutes' reflection will suffice to show how utterly hypocritical a lie it is. Nonetheless, his followers all look like him, think like him, act like him, and abet a resurgence of sanguinolent, infernal ruffianism, just like Lt. Col. Irving does. And all this in the name of—let me see if I can get their propaganda straight—brotherhood and service. Ha!

Lt. Col. Irving has never satisfactorily proved his assertion that once he has approved of something it can't possibly be merciless. He has merely justified that assertion with the phrase, "Because I said so." Let's understand one fundamental fact: His claim that newspapers should report only on items he agrees with requires a willing suspension of disbelief, an ability to set logic aside and accept any preposterous notion that Lt. Col. Irving throws at us. I am being utterly serious when I say that he's doing some pretty diabolic things. Or, to restate that without meiosis, Lt. Col. Irving claims to be fighting for equality. What he's really fighting for, however, is equality in degradation, by which I mean that Lt. Col. Irving wants to drag men out of their beds in the dead of night and castrate them. Faugh.

Have you ever wished that someone would establish a "truth commission" whose charter is to investigate some of Lt. Col. Irving's more scrofulous obiter dicta? Well, your prayers have been answered. Starting in the next few days, I'll be developing a rational-empirical base for dialogue about Lt. Col. Irving's refrains. My goal is for people everywhere to come to the realization that Lt. Col. Irving's camp is a wretched hive of scum and villainy. I know you're wondering why I just wrote that. I'll explain shortly, but first, I should state that Lt. Col. Irving is more than raucous. He's mega-raucous. In fact, to understand just how raucous Lt. Col. Irving is, you first need to realize that I'm not an inarticulate person. I'd like nothing more than to extend my hand in friendship to Lt. Col. Irving's hired goons and convey my hope that in the days to come we can work together to stand as a witness in the divine court of the Eternal Judge and proclaim that Lt. Col. Irving should focus more on the quality of his writing than on the amount of drivel he can squeeze in. Unfortunately, knowing them, they'd rather marginalize and eventually even outlaw responsible critics of brash skelms because that's what Lt. Col. Irving wants. In closing, I ask that you swear in the holy sanctuary of your soul that you will never stop tending to the casualties of Lt. Col. Harukei M. Irving, Esq.'s war on sanity. That's how I live my life, and that's how you should consider living yours.

[G3no]

It is not likely that I shall say anything new here. If I do, it will be of only minor significance. Nevertheless, on this subject we get only a lot of blather and obfuscation from Flee and its thralls. One of my objectives for this letter is to examine the warp and woof of Flee's campaigns of malice and malignity. Flee once said that it can bring about peace and prosperity for the whole of humanity through violence, deception, oppression, exploitation, graft, and theft. Its admirers and others capable of little more than rote psittacism are now saying that too. In contrast, I say that if Flee believes that a richly evocative description of a problem automatically implies the correct solution to that problem, then it's obvious why it thinks that people are pawns to be used and manipulated. Flee is an organization utterly without honor, without principles, without a shred of genuine patriotism. That's why I say that it expects everyone else to cater to its every idiosyncratic whim. For that reason, bookish potlickers are more susceptible to Flee's brainwashing tactics than are any other group. Like water, their minds take the form of whatever receptacle it puts them in. They then lose all recollection that Flee doesn't simply want people to believe that sesquipedalianism is a be-all, end-all system that should be forcefully imposed upon us. It wants this belief drummed into people's heads from birth. It wants it to be accepted as an axiom, an assumed part of the nature of reality. Only then will Flee truly be able to get away with creating a stiff-necked world of guilt and shame.

Society must soon decide either to provide actionable steps people can take to fight Flee with everything we've got or else to let Flee assuage the hungers of its cohorts with servings of fresh scapegoats. The decision is one of life or death, peaceful existence or perpetual social fever. I can hope only that those in charge realize that when a friend wants to drive inebriated, you try to stop him. Well, Flee is drunk with power, which is why we must provide you with a holistic and thematic history of its bilious, morally questionable antics. Anyway, the consequence of all this is that in Flee's limited horizon it itself is the important object. As a sequence to this self-conceit, it imagines that puerile sensualists should be given absolute authority to achieve total world domination. We therefore need to explain to it that it has blood on its hands. Naturally, Flee pretends to be an innocent lamb who has our best interests at heart. We all know the reality: If it really had our best interests at heart, it wouldn't perpetrate acts of the most pesky character.

My mother always told me, "If you don't have something intelligent to say, just keep quiet." Apparently, Flee's mother never told it that. Flee's dream is to perpetuate the nonsense known technically as the analytic/synthetic dichotomy. Then, just to twist the knife a little, it'll stir up class hatred. I want to keep this brief: Contumelious passéists are like putty in Flee's hands. It effortlessly molds them into loyal confreres who don't think twice about exercising both subtlety and thoroughness in managing both the news and the entertainment that gets presented to us.

Just between you and me, there is only one way to stop Flee from addressing what is, in the end, a nonexistent problem. We must make out of fools, wise people; out of fanatics, men of sense; out of idlers, workers; out of iscariotic mob bosses, people who are willing to warn the public against those imprudent vulgarians whose positive accomplishments are always practically nil but whose conceit can scarcely be excelled. Then together we can lead it to resipiscence. Together we can show the world that people sometimes ask me why I seem incapable of saying anything nice about Flee. I'd like to—really, I would. The problem is, I can't think of anything nice to say. I guess that's not surprising when you consider that Flee says that human beings should be appraised by the number of things and the amount of money they possess instead of by their internal value and achievements. Hey, Flee, how about telling us the truth for once?

More fundamentally, by allowing Flee to use lethal violence as a source of humor we are selling our souls for dross. Instead, we should be striving to hammer out solutions on the anvil of discourse. Flee's zingers are querulous. They're unnecessary. -Blu forced me to do this!!! help!-They're counterproductive. Whenever I encounter them I think that even when Flee isn't lying, it's using facts, emphasizing facts, bearing down on facts, sliding off facts, quietly ignoring facts, and, above all, interpreting facts in a way that will enable it to dominate the whole earth and take possession of all its riches. The last point I'll make is this: The simplicity and prejudice of Flee's worldview, that education should teach the precepts of cronyism and the duties of man towards dysfunctional, hypersensitive poseurs, leads Flee to mete out harsh and arbitrary punishment against its enemies until they're intimidated into a benumbed, neutralized, impotent, and non-functioning mass.

[bd648]

I was outraged and ashamed after hearing about some of The Hon. Geno H. Avvero, M.D.'s latest calumnies. For complete details, I refer you to my forthcoming book on the subject. I shall here mention only a few random items that may be new or especially interesting to you. For instance, the baleful influence of nativism is plainly evident in the palpable one-sidedness of The Hon. Avvero's asseverations. Whatever weight we accord to that fact, we may be confident that I doubtlessly have a hard time reasoning with people who remain calm when they see The Hon. Avvero having a serious destabilizing effect on our institutions.

When The Hon. Avvero says that if he kicks us in the teeth we'll then lick his toes and beg for another kick, that's just a load of spucatum tauri. I obviously hate having to keep reminding everybody of this, but we must compile readers' remarks and suggestions and use them to encourage opportunity, responsibility, and community. If we fail then all of our sacrifices and all of the dreams and sacrifices of our ancestors will have been in vain. The key is to realize that if we let The Hon. Avvero create a climate of intimidation, then greed, corruption, and hedonism will characterize the government. Oppressive measures will be directed against citizens. And lies and deceit will be the stock-in-trade of the media and educational institutions.

What do you think the chances are that The Hon. Avvero will eventually stop worsening an already unstable situation? I assure you, the likelihood of that is slim to none. The reason is that I can reword my point as follows. The Hon. Avvero's harangues are marinated in cronyism.

In a broad-brush sense, I do not appreciate being labeled. No one does. Nevertheless, The Hon. Avvero's attendants are easily manipulated. This is not what I think; this is what I know. I additionally know that The Hon. Avvero's long-term goal is to consign most of us to the role of his servants or slaves. I hate to break it to him, but down that path lies only heartache and tears. That's why I insist on mentioning that The Hon. Avvero has repeatedly been spotted apotheosizing rash quacksalvers. When questioned about that, he either denies any knowledge of it or offers unbelievable and ludicrous explanations that only a cankered sociopath could believe.

By toning down his claims, many more people are exposed to The Hon. Avvero's worthless, sniveling message, convinced by his passion, and seduced by his simplistic answers to complex social problems. Although The Hon. Avvero is ever learning he is never able to come to the knowledge of the truth. The truth, in this context, is that The Hon. Avvero pretends to have the solution for everything. In reality, he creates more problems for the rest of us to solve. Consider, for example, how The Hon. Avvero has been manufacturing and compiling daunting lists of imaginary transgressions committed against him. We need to have long memories and no forgiveness of that sort of behavior. Instead, we must raise the quality of debate on issues surrounding The Hon. Avvero's pertinacious jeremiads.

Regardless of whether we consider The Hon. Avvero a lunatic, an evil aggressor, or whatever, he and his conveniently bribed allies have been teaching our children a version of history that is not only skewed, distorted, and wrong but dangerously so. As bad as that is, it represents only the thin end of the wedge. In the blink of an eye, The Hon. Avvero will likely condone illegal activities. I realize my phlegmatic approach to such issues might not elucidate some of my audience, but the space remaining in this letter will not suffice even to enumerate the ways in which The Hon. Avvero has tried to turn once-flourishing neighborhoods into zones of violence, decay, and moral disregard.

Take this example: Let's say that a stockpile of Geno H. Avvero quotes favoring cannibalism could fill a junkyard. Now let's say that his wheelings and dealings have proven to be a complete disaster in both theory and practice. Does that mean that we're supposed to shut up and smile when The Hon. Avvero says infernal things? No, because he is not a responsible citizen. Responsible citizens oppose evil wherever it rears its contumelious head. Responsible citizens honestly do not use every conceivable form of diplomacy, deception, pressure, coercion, bribery, treason, and terror to cause a marked deterioration in our literature, amusements, and social conduct.

It is disgraceful that, with a wink and a smile, The Hon. Avvero has signified his approval of frowsy psychopaths who lead an active disinformation campaign. The long-term consequences of his sallies are rarely examined, let alone subjected to scientific scrutiny, period. As reluctant as I am to admit it, I have no intention to cut and run even if he were to wage an odd sort of warfare upon a largely unprepared and unrecognizing public. Rather, I will stand my ground and begin the debate about his inclinations. Whether or not I'm successful, The Hon. Avvero likes to brag about how the members of his entourage are ideologically diverse. Perhaps that means that some of them prefer Stalin over Hitler. In any case, The Hon. Avvero's use of lewd, heinous carousers is pathetic. But that's not all: He is trying to brainwash us. He wants us to believe that it's destructive to snap his apocrisiaries out of their trance; that's boring; that's not cool. You know what I think of that, don't you? I think that The Hon. Avvero exhibits an air of superiority. You realize, of course, that that's really just a defense mechanism to cover up his obvious inferiority.

The Hon. Avvero keeps saying that the world is crying out to labor beneath his firm but benevolent heel. I suggest taking such statements with a grain of salt because if I didn't think he would empty the meaning of such concepts as "self," "justice," "freedom," and other profundities, I wouldn't say that he contends that ethical responsibility is merely a trammel of earthbound mortals and should not be required of a demigod like him. Excuse me, but where exactly did this little factoid come from? Don't let yourself be persuaded by disorganized rapscallions who secretly want to show us a gross miscarriage of common judgment.

While the most catty gutter-bloods I've ever seen have previously relied on violence to get their way, their new manipulation of censorious, unmannerly obloquies has combined with violence to undermine the individualistic underpinnings of traditional jurisprudence. The Hon. Avvero must sense his own irremediable inferiority. That's why he is so desperate to violate all the rules of decorum; it's the only way for him to distinguish himself from the herd. It would be a lot nicer, however, if The Hon. Avvero also realized that if one believes statements like, "The Hon. Avvero acts in the public interest," one is, in effect, supporting grotesque scrubs. Now for some parting advice: Look at the facts. Analyze the arguments. Think about the motives of the people who are telling you that people are pawns to be used and manipulated. And have confidence in yourself. Remember, my motives are unimpeachable.

[BluPhoenix]

I am writing on behalf of myself and a few of my friends to state that it is a universally acknowledged truth that Sr. G3 Y. No, Jr.'s entourage is a nidus of the most obscene strain of metagrobolism I've ever seen. For complete details, I refer you to my forthcoming book on the subject. I shall here mention only a few random items that may be new or especially interesting to you. For instance, Sr. No's blathering blandishments represent an indissoluble alliance, an intimate alloy, between ageism and dogmatism. It's that simple.

Sr. No is notorious for trying to make it impossible to disturb his viperine gravy train. (Yes, I don't care a brass farthing about what he thinks of me, but that's an entirely different story.) Out of the vast number of devastating evils for which primitive nincompoops are directly or indirectly responsible, I shall pick out only a single one which is most in keeping with the inner essence of Sr. No's vicious, insidious belief systems: antiheroism.

Sr. No has done inestimable damage to everything around him. In the presence of high heaven and before the civilized world I therefore assert that by relabeling millions of people as "apolaustic", Sr. No is telegraphing his intentions to hornswoggle people into voting against their own self interests. He doesn't realize just how tenuous his grasp of reality actually is. And while we're on the subject, there is more at play here than his purely political game of brainwashing the masses into submission. There are ideologies at work, hidden agendas to combine, in a rare mixture, bestial cruelty and an inconceivable gift for lying. Sr. No claims that he's merely trying to make this world a better place in which to live. That claim illustrates a serious reasoning fallacy, one that is pandemic in his "compromises". Then again, Sr. No parrots whatever ideas are fashionable at the moment. When the fashions change, his ideas will change instantly like a weathercock.

I respect the English language and believe in the use of words as a means of communication. Pesky hell-raisers like Sr. No, however, consider spoken communication as merely a set of noises uttered to excite emotions in jejune so-called experts in order to convince them to perpetuate the nonsense known technically as the analytic/synthetic dichotomy. As far as being dissolute is concerned, none of his cheerleaders holds a candle to him. To a lesser degree and on a smaller scale, he expects us to behave like passive sheep. The only choice Sr. No believes we should be allowed to make for ourselves is whether to head towards his slaughterhouse at a trot or at a gallop. He undoubtedly doesn't want us choosing to find the common ground that enables others to do something about the continuing—make that the escalating—effort on his part to rebrand local churches as faith-based emporia teeming with impulse-buy items. It's irrelevant that my allegations are 100% true. He distrusts my information and arguments and will forever maintain his current opinions.

My own position on this issue is both simple and clear: Wanting to turn the trickle of presentism into a tidal wave without any of the obvious repercussions is like wanting a one-sided coin. As an interesting experiment, try to point this out to him. (You might want to don safety equipment first.) I think you'll find that Sr. No is locked into his present course of destruction. He does not have the interest or the will to change his fundamentally lascivious methods of interpretation.

I hardly need to tell you that Sr. No's detachment from, or denial of, the truth is not just a political tactic or say-anything-to-please character flaw. It reveals an elemental attitude that he shares with subversive passéists: playing on people's conscious and unconscious belief structures. All in all, Sr. No's argumentative habitués defuse or undermine incisive critiques of Sr. No's raucous behavior by turning them into procedural arguments about mechanisms of institutional restraint for no better reason than to be above someone on the social ladder. To fully understand that, you need to realize that he follows a dual code of morality—one morality for his fellow nettlesome dumbbells and another for the rest of the world. This is why Sr. No's appalling misjudgment and obstinacy in spewing forth ignorance and prejudice are already being discussed quite widely—so much so, in fact, that Sr. No's equally staggering misjudgments regarding Oblomovism are escaping well-merited ridicule and rebuke. To rectify that pretermission, allow me to observe that even Sr. No's spokesmen are afraid that Sr. No will replace love and understanding with Pyrrhonism and racism in the blink of an eye. I have seen their fear manifested over and over again, and it is further evidence that I once tried to explain to Sr. No that his taradiddles will exploit the masses. Rather than feel ashamed of himself, Sr. No got angry at me. What this says is that if society were a beer bottle—something, I believe, that Sr. No holds in high regard—he would indeed be the nauseating bit at the bottom that only the homeless like to drink.

Sr. No insists that he is a refined gentleman with the soundest education and morals you can imagine. How can he be so blind? Very easily. Basically, given a choice of having Sr. No provoke terrible, total, universal, and merciless destruction or having my bicuspids extracted sans Novocaine, I would embrace the pliers, purchase some Polident Partials, and call it a day.

Sr. No may believe that he can lie with impunity. He may even have gotten away with telling more lies than we can count. But only the impartial and unimpassioned mind will even consider that Sr. No wants me to stop trying to improve the lot of humankind. Instead, he'd rather I get torn apart by wild dogs. Sorry, but I don't accept defeat that easily.

The time has arrived to make a choice between freedom and slavery, revolt and submission, liberty and subservience. We must choose wisely, knowing that if we enable adversaries to meet each other and establish direct personal bonds that contradict the stereotypes they rely upon to power their bad-tempered asseverations, we can live as truly free and empowered human beings. If, however, we let Sr. No gain a virtual stranglehold on many facets of our educational system, we become little more than fearful, broken dogs condemned to exist in a world of crabby despotism. Who is he to decide what is morally acceptable for us and what is not? Must it be explained to him that his convictions are filled with a number of very clear-cut and blatant lies—lies of both omission and commission? Because he obviously doesn't realize that he has been deluding people into believing that education and open-mindedness are some kind of liability. Don't let him delude you, too.

It is neither possible nor desirable to ignore the issue of cronyism here. I'll go further: Sr. No plans to create a global workers plantation overseen by transnational corporations who have no more concern for the human rights of those who produce their products or services than Sr. No has for his eulogists sooner or later. I'd like to see Sr. No try to get away with such a plan; that should be good for a laugh. You see, most people have already observed that he has repeatedly been spotted demanding that Earth submit to the dominion of the worst classes of warped wing nuts there are. When questioned about that, he either denies any knowledge of it or offers unbelievable and ludicrous explanations that only an arrogant adolescent could believe. I would like to close by saying that Sr. G3 Y. No, Jr. harbors all sorts of stereotypes, prejudices, hatreds, and other dark mental cargo about other races.

[zwimmy]

stop

[bd648]

Even as I sit here, I can't believe I'm writing this. I've never been one to voice my opinions in such a public manner. But after learning that Mr. Seanny J. Scott I wants to oppress, segregate, and punish others, I felt I at least had to set a few things straight. As this letter will make clear, he's doing some pretty insincere-to-the-core things. Or, to restate that without meiosis, Seanny and his conveniently bribed allies have been drawing young children into his stubborn way of life. As bad as that is, it represents only the thin end of the wedge. One day, Seanny will likely initiate a reign of moralistic terror.

Anyone who is genuinely politically incorrect must also be genuinely abhorrent. Seanny is both. This tells us that when he hears anyone say that I'm sincerely afraid of what I call ultra-lackluster, annoying fomenters of revolution, his answer is to glorify the things that everyone else execrates. That's similar to taking a few drunken swings at a beehive: it just makes me want even more to guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by Seanny and his Praetorian Guard. I suppose that's all I have to say in this letter. If there are any points on which you require explanation or further particulars I shall be glad to furnish such additional details as may be required.

[zwimmy]

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.

[bd648]

Friends, countrymen, people who hate Seannyj, lend me your ears; I come to bury Seannyj, not to praise it. By way of introduction, let me just say that Seannyj has allowed itself to become a spokesman for the same point of view shared by contumelious sciolists, arrogant self-proclaimed arbiters of taste and standards, and unstable voluptuaries while masquerading as an outspoken radical bucking the system. Seannyj's primary goal is to vandalize our neighborhoods. All of its other objectives are secondary to this one supreme purpose. That's why you must always remember that Seannyj should not jump on everything that is written, said, or even implied and label it as either irritable or loquacious. Not now, not ever.

If the past is any indication of the future, Seannyj will once again attempt to devise empty-headed scams to get money for nothing. Experience should probably indicate that Seannyj believes that it is everyone's obligation to deliver an additional blow to dignity and self-worth. That view is anathema to the cause of liberty. If it is not loudly refuted our future will be dire indeed. If Seannyj wants to complain, it should have an argument. It shouldn't just throw out the word "syncategorematically", for example, and expect us to be scared.

Seannyj claims to be fighting for equality. What it's really fighting for, however, is equality in degradation, by which I mean that I support those who devote their life to education and activism. It is through their tireless efforts that people everywhere are learning that Seannyj keeps trying to extinguish the voices of opposition. And if we don't remain eternally vigilant, it will honestly succeed. No one that I speak with or correspond with is happy about this situation. Of course, I don't speak or correspond with bumptious, besotted incendiarism enthusiasts, Seannyj's peons, or anyone else who fails to realize that I have traveled the length and breadth of this country and talked with the best people. I can therefore assure you that Seannyj looks down with a really limitless condescension on anyone who has not been dragged through the obligatory schools and had the necessary knowledge pumped into him. Do I blame society for this? No, I blame Seannyj.

Seannyj should feel ashamed of itself, and besides, mankind needs to do more to build a world overflowing with compassion and tolerance. Understand, I am not condemning mankind for not doing enough; I am merely stating that Seannyj uses the word "phoneticogrammatical" to justify intensifying or perpetuating Leninism. In doing so, it is reversing the meaning of that word as a means of disguising the fact that it periodically puts up a façade of reform. However, underneath the pretty surface, it's always business as usual.

Seannyj's favorite story seems to be that matters of racial justice should enter a period of "benign neglect". This humbuggery is based on unverified rumor and has long since been decisively discredited by a variety of reputable organizations. Nevertheless, Seannyj's self-satisfied threats are meticulously designed to keep the population unaware, uneducated, dumbed down, and focused on stupefying activities like video games. The intention is to prevent people from noticing that Seannyj has been waffling on all the issues. Seannyj's favorite buzzword these days is "crisis". It likes to tell us that we have a crisis on our hands. It then argues that the only reasonable approach to combat this crisis is for it to make a fetish of the virtues of paltry fascism. In my opinion, the real crisis is the dearth of people who understand that one of the goals of interdenominationalism is to render meaningless the words "best" and "worst". Seannyj admires that philosophy because, by annihilating human perceptions of quality, Seannyj's own mediocrity can flourish. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

[BluPhoenix]

Where, oh where, should I begin telling you about how noisome Lord Seanny T. Jay, M.D. is? How about here: Lord Jay throws a temper tantrum every time I suggest that nothing makes my blood boil more than seeing her dilute the nation's sense of common purpose and shared sacrifice. For those of you who like to eat dessert before soup, my conclusion at the end of this letter is going to be that she is entirely unmovable by truth or reason. Now that that's cleared up, I'll continue with what I was saying before, that if she believes that it's inappropriate to teach children right from wrong, then it's obvious why she thinks that she can destroy our youths' ability to relax, reflect, study, and meditate and get away with it. She ignores a breathtaking number of facts, most notably:

Fact: Her propositions are nothing short of quisquilious.

Fact: Some of her louche, prodigal cop-outs are so self-contradictory, they're their own refutation.

Fact: Her dour précis are an epiphenomenon of peremptory Chekism.

In addition, she recently began calling for a return to that which wasn't particularly good in the first place. Once again, she has made a mockery of her pledge not to be so vengeful. It's too bad that Lord Jay lacks the decency to admit that I think that classism is a growing threat to society and should be outlawed. You probably think that too. But Lord Jay does not think that. Lord Jay thinks that diseases can be defeated not through standard medical research but through the creation of a new language, one that does not stigmatize certain groups and behaviors.

I've never encountered anything as foolhardy as Lord Jay's morals. For proof of this fact I must point out that I've long thought it would be fun to try to explain to Lord Jay how the impertinent aspect of her imprecations will create a stir between putrid scammers and the exploitative public at large. For the most part, I'm just curious as to how deep Lord Jay will have to dig into her profanity thesaurus to formulate a response. I won't pull any punches here: I'm convinced that she will promote violence in all its forms—physical, sexual, psychological, economical, and social—eventually. No, I'm not in tinfoil-hat land; I have abundant evidence from reliable sources that this is the case. For instance, you may be wondering why salacious, insipid rotters latch onto Lord Jay's causeries. It's because people of that nature need to have rhetoric and dogma to recite during times of stress in order to cope. That's also why I don't know if Lord Jay is consciously and purposely evil or merely filthy. I do know, however, that when I first became aware of her covert invasion into our thought processes, all I could think was how the same poisonous spirit that infects crazy sleazeballs also pollutes Lord Jay's thinking. I put that observation into this letter just to let you see that I'm not saying it'll be easy to compile readers' remarks and suggestions and use them to convince sex-crazed momes to stop supporting Lord Jay and tolerating her notions. In fact, it might turn out to be quite painful to do something like that. However, facing temporary pain is better than suffering from a permanent ailment, and that's why you need to hear that if Lord Jay hadn't been killing the messenger and controlling the message, it simply would not have occurred to me to write the letter you now are reading. Why, I might have taken the day off altogether. Or maybe I would have been out directing our efforts toward clearly defined goals and measuring progress toward those goals as frequently and as objectively as possible. In any case, I still believe in duty, honor, and country. If you doubt this, just ask around.

I don't mean to sound like a crapehanger, but I am unequivocally concerned that Lord Jay will perpetuate inaccurate and dangerous beliefs about male-female relationships before the year is over. The two things I just mentioned—the way that her success at encouraging and exacerbating passivity in some people who might otherwise be active and responsible citizens has so far formed an insuperable obstacle to my ability to allay the concerns of the many people who have been harmed by Lord Jay and the fact that you do not need to be execrable to know that she considers "honesty" to be a dirty word—may sound like they're completely unrelated, but they're not. The common link is that she has stated that she can bring about peace and prosperity for the whole of humanity through violence, deception, oppression, exploitation, graft, and theft. I find such declaratory statements quite telling. They tell me that I indeed hope that the truth will prevail and that justice will be served before Lord Jay does any real damage. Or is it already too late? I apologize if this disappoints you, but my intent was only to elucidate the question, not to answer it. I shall therefore state only that one of the great mysteries of modern life is, Whatever happened to Lord Jay's sense of humanity? Whenever that question is asked, Lord Jay and her trucklers run and hide. I suspect that that's precisely what they're going to do now so as to avoid hearing me say that Lord Jay likes to brag about how the members of her Praetorian Guard are ideologically diverse. Perhaps that means that some of them prefer Stalin over Hitler. In any case, Lord Jay has an oversized ego that is second to none. That's something you won't find in your local newspaper because it's the news that just doesn't fit.

But don't despair. Rather, take comfort in the knowledge that Lord Jay really struck a nerve with me when she said that some people deserve to feel safe while others do not. That lie is a painful reminder that I have no intention to cut and run even if Lord Jay were to throw away our freedom, our honor, and our future. Rather, I will stand my ground and challenge the present and enrich the future. Whether or not I'm successful, if Lord Jay's attempts to kill the goose bearing the golden egg have spurred us to keep the lines of communication open, then Lord Jay may have accomplished a useful thing. A woman is known by the company she keeps. That's why I urge you to consider the Chaucerian panorama of buggers in Lord Jay's band: ridiculous dweebs, cocky, quarrelsome agitators, and inerudite, illogical pissants, just to name a few. It's almost as if Lord Jay wants us to think that many people are looking for a modern-day Moses who will split the sea of metagrobolism and focus on the major economic, social, and political forces that provide the setting for the expression of a furciferous agenda. I can't claim that I'm the right person for the job, but I can say that if Lord Jay got her way, she'd be able to inculcate the hermeneutics of suspicion in otherwise open-minded people. Brrrr! It sends chills down my spine just thinking about that.

Lord Jay practically breaks her arm patting herself on the back when she says, "It takes courage to go down into the muddy trenches and dismantle national civil rights organizations by driving a wedge between the leaders and the rank-and-file members." As if that were something to be proud of. You know what? She will probably respond to this letter just like she responds to all criticism. She will put me down as "damnable" or "wayward". That's her standard answer to everyone who says or writes anything about her except the most fawning praise.

More to the point, Lord Jay is burdened with a dead weight of the most conceited conceptions and prejudices. An equal but opposite observation is that Lord Jay claims to have the perfect solution to all our problems. Alas, her solution involves replacing discourse and open dialogue with irritating utterances and blatant ugliness. What bothers me about that is that if clericalism were an Olympic sport, she would clinch the gold medal. Lord Jay's premise (that hypocritical, fickle boneheads should be fêted at wine-and-cheese fund-raisers) is her morality disguised as pretended neutrality. Lord Jay uses this disguised morality to support her recommendations, thereby making her argument self-refuting. Her philippics disgust and infuriate me. Nevertheless, I can state with absolute certainty that I sometimes ask myself whether the struggle to express my views is worth all of the potential consequences. And I consistently answer by saying that I need your help if I'm ever to criticize her biases publicly for their formalistic categories, their spurious claims of neutrality, and their blindness to the abuse of private power. "But I'm only one person," you might protest. "What difference can I make?" The answer is: a lot more than you think. You see, if Lord Jay gets her way, I might very well abandon all hope.

Yes, you heard me right; if we do nothing, Lord Jay will keep on promoting misinformed ideologies such as privatism. One cannot change this all in a moment, but one can focus on concrete facts, on hard news, on analyzing and interpreting what's happening in the world. While there is inevitable overlap at the edges of political movements, she must be surrounded by some sort of reality-distortion field. Why else would Lord Jay's secret police suspect that Lord Jay has a duty to conceal the facts and lie to the rest of us, under oath if necessary, perjuring herself to help disseminate the True Faith of Tartuffism? If it weren't for all that reality distortion they'd instead be observing that Lord Jay's dream is to genetically engineer humans with no frontal lobe to keep them from realizing that Lord Jay and her peevish campaigns should be shunned. You don't need to be the smartest guy on the planet to figure that out. Heck, even the lowliest Joe Six-Pack knows that every time Lord Jay utters or writes a statement that supports materialism—even indirectly—it sends a message that Lord Jay's coalition of domineering skinheads and namby-pamby, querulous bloodsuckers consists entirely of lovable, cuddly people who would never dream of creating an inhumane, ignominious world of guilt and shame. I aver that we mustn't let her make such statements, partly because both solipsism and Oblomovism are forerunners of her humorless, appalling wheelings and dealings, but primarily because I deeply believe that it's within our grasp to call a spade a spade. Be grateful for this first and last tidbit of comforting news. The rest of this letter will center around the way that Lord Jay's pranks are evil. They're evil because they cause global warming; they make your teeth fall out; they give you spots; they incite nuclear war. And, as if that weren't enough, if you're like most people you just shrug your shoulders whenever you hear about Lord Jay's latest press releases. When your shoulders get tired of shrugging I hope you'll realize that Lord Jay appears to have found a new tool to use to help her create division in the name of diversity. That tool is nativism, and if you watch her wield it you'll indubitably see why she decidedly yearns for the Oriental despotisms of pre-Hellenic times, the neolithic culture that preceded the rise of self-consciousness and egoism. By the same token, Lord Jay abhors the current era, in which people are free to draw a picture of what we conceive of under the word "electroencephalographic".

Note that the foregoing does not pretend to be an accurate description of all people who might be considered semi-intelligible paranoiacs. It is only a rough indication of some of Lord Jay's general tendencies. I'm not afraid of Lord Jay. However, I am concerned that she definitely wants me to kiss my freedom goodbye. If I did, I'm sure the chortles from Lord Jay and her terrorist organization would be rich and prolonged, especially given how some people have indicated that common sense should render unwarranted any claim that space gods arriving in flying saucers will save humanity from self-destruction. I can neither confirm nor deny that statement, but I can say that I maintain that the best way to overcome misunderstanding, prejudice, and hate is by means of reason, common sense, clear thinking, and goodwill. Lord Jay, in contrast, believes that our unalienable rights are merely privileges that she can dole out or retract. The conclusion to draw from this conflict of views should be obvious: All Lord Jay wants is to put political correctness ahead of scientific rigor, so to speak.

You should not ask, "How can Lord Jay be so disaffected?" but rather, "What will be the outcome of Lord Jay's quest for world hegemony?". The latter question is the better one to ask because Lord Jay has been offering unruly pinheads a lot of money to smear and defame me. This is blood money, plain and simple. Anyone thinking of accepting it should realize that Lord Jay doesn't use words for communication or for exchanging information. She uses them to disarm, to hypnotize, to mislead, and to deceive.

Lord Jay is trying to hide the fact that it scares the bejeezus out of me to know that she might control what we do and how we do it any day now. Nevertheless, one thing that rings true with crystalline clarity is that Lord Jay insists that we're supposed to shut up and smile when she says acrasial, lascivious things. That lie is a transparent and strained effort to keep us from noticing that she keeps repeating over and over again that she can convince criminals to fill out an application form before committing a crime. This verbigeration is symptomatic of an excessive love of Machiavellianism and indicates to me that Lord Jay's clumsy behavior will one day catch up to her. There are important lessons in that, even apart from another reminder that we must learn to celebrate our diversity, not because it is the politically correct thing to do, but because she skirts rules and regulations at every opportunity. As an interesting experiment, try to point this out to Lord Jay. (You might want to don safety equipment first.) I think you'll find that her faculty for deception is so far above anyone else's, it really must be considered different in kind as well as in degree. As a closing statement, let me emphasize that we have no choice but to protect the interests of the general public against the greed and unreason of depraved spongers. The time to act is now.

[Necronomitr0n]

smells like 2007 in here

[sev]

we did this complaint generator thing 5 years ago, welcome to the internet

[slack]

way to go, babies

[BluPhoenix]

new generation, same cranks

[rtil]

that was the crank! so meta

[psi43]

We even had a competition where the first one to be able to flawlessly read and record one of those would get something

[rtil]

i actually did that. still have the recording somewhere

[slack]

waiting