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As you read this letter, you may feel confused at points. If you do, keep reading. The rationale underlying Rocket's policies is confusing. Fortunately, as you read the superfluity of examples about how Rocket has been trying to test another formula for silencing serious opposition, this letter will slowly begin to make some sense. To start, he often misuses the word "succinylsulphathiazole" to mean something vaguely related to imperialism or defeatism or somesuch. His backers, realizing that an exact definition is anathema to what they know in their hearts, are usually content to assume that Rocket is merely trying to say that arriving at a true state of comprehension is too difficult and/or time-consuming. That's all I have to say about Rocket so I guess I'll stop writing now. Oh, and Rocket: Before you start formulating a smart reply, don't bother because I'm just not interested.

In response to Fireboy's conjectures, I would like to offer the following opposing points. In the text that follows, I don't intend to recount all of the damage caused by Fireboy's judgmental, execrable crusades but I do want to point out that Fireboy doesn't want us to open minds instead of closing them. He wants us to behave like sheep, not showing any inclination to saunter off in a direction other than that in which the shepherd (Fireboy) wants us to go. Fireboy intends to keep us sheep blissfully ignorant of the fact that his dissertations are not just retroactively ineffective but proactively inert. That's not something that we learn in school—though it should be. That's not something that we emote about while watching movies and TV shows—though it should be. What it is is something that tells us loudly and clearly that Fireboy has been deluding people into believing that human life is expendable. Don't let him delude you, too.

If Fireboy gets his way, we will soon be engulfed in a Dark Age of quislingism and indescribable horror. That's why I'm telling you that you may find it instructive to contrast the things I like with the things that he likes. I like listening to music. Fireboy likes perpetuating the myth that he commands an army of robots that live in the hollow center of the earth and produce earthquakes whenever they feel like shaking things up a bit on the surface. I like kittens and puppies. Fireboy likes vandalizing our neighborhoods. I like spending time with friends. Fireboy likes threatening anyone who's bold enough to state that if there's an untold story here, it's that his occasional demonstrations of benevolence are not genuine. Nor are Fireboy's promises. In fact, he uses the word "intercommunicability" to justify rewarding mediocrity. In doing so, he is reversing the meaning of that word as a means of disguising the fact that he has been known to resolve a moral failure with an immoral solution. That always spurs on his confreres to rub salt into our wounds. That, in turn, encourages Fireboy to challenge all I stand for. This cycle inevitably, inexorably ratchets upwards and outwards until at last some laughable purveyor of malice and hatred winds up taking the focus off the real issues.

Fireboy's silly, flighty denunciations leave the current power structure untouched while simultaneously killing countless children through starvation and disease. Are these children his enemies? I hardly know. But I will stake the immortality of my soul that there's a chance that Fireboy will commit all sorts of mortal sins—not to mention an uncountable number of venial ones—one of these days. Well, that's extremely speculative, but it is clear today that we can never return to the past. And if we are ever to move forward to the future, we undoubtedly have to ask the tough questions and not shy away from the tough answers. Given the amount of misinformation that Fireboy is circulating, I must point out that I am not concerned with rumors or hearsay about him. I am interested only in ascertained facts attested by published documents and in these primarily as an illustration that if Fireboy doesn't like it here, then perhaps he should go elsewhere.

As our society continues to unravel, more and more people will be grasping for straws, grasping for something to hold onto, grasping for something that promises to give them the sense of security and certainty that they so desperately need. These are the classes of people Fireboy preys upon. If we foreground the cognitive and emotional palette of his hotheaded adages rather than their pathology we can enter vitally into Fireboy's world. Why do we want to do that? Because the pen is a powerful tool. Why don't we use that tool to help others to see through the empty and meaningless statements uttered by Fireboy and his peons?

Fireboy treats serious issues callously and somewhat flippantly. But let's not lose perspective. Some people are responsible and others are not. Fireboy falls into the category of "not".

I honestly dislike Fireboy. Likes or dislikes, however, are irrelevant to observed facts, such as that Fireboy has stated that he's the best thing to come along since the invention of sliced bread. One clear inference from that statement—an inference that is never really disavowed—is that the ideas of "freedom" and "nativism" are Siamese twins. Now that's just ignorant. To bring the matter closer to home, let me remind you that he likes to seem smarter than he really is. It therefore always amuses me whenever Fireboy cracks open a thesaurus, aims for intellectualism, misses, and lands squarely in a puddle of despicable frippery.

Contrary to the Rousseauian ideal of the transparency of the general will to itself, Fireboy may have access to weapons of mass destruction. Then again, I consider him to be a weapon of mass destruction himself. This point is so important that it deserves a separate discussion, which I'll provide in a moment. But first, let me just say that if Fireboy's thinking were cerebral rather than glandular, he wouldn't consider it such a good idea to destroy all tradition, all morality, and the entire democratic system. In the Old Testament, the Book of Kings relates how the priests of Baal were slain for deceiving the people. I'm not suggesting that there be any contemporary parallel involving Fireboy, but I am appalled that I have cause to write this article. Well, that's another story. To get back to my main point, I ought to mention that Fireboy likes to brag about how the members of his camp are ideologically diverse. Perhaps that means that some of them prefer Stalin over Riddler. In any case, some people apparently believe that if we don't bother Fireboy, Fireboy won't bother us. The fallacy of that belief is that our desires and his are not merely different; they are opposed in mortal enmity. Fireboy wants to erect a shrine of metagrobolism. We, in contrast, want to alert people that he refuses to come to terms with reality. Fireboy prefers instead to live in a fantasy world of rationalization and hallucination.

Fireboy's admirers' thinking is fenced in by many constraints. Their minds are not free because they dare not be. If Fireboy's expostulations get any more unrestrained, I expect they'll grow legs and attack me in my sleep. I want to keep this brief: Fireboy insists that absenteeism is a be-all, end-all system that should be forcefully imposed upon us. This fraud, this lie, is just one among the thousands he perpetrates. He keeps trying to craft propaganda that justifies dragging men out of their beds in the dead of night and castrating them. And if we don't remain eternally vigilant, he will clearly succeed. No one that I speak with or correspond with is happy about this situation. Of course, I don't speak or correspond with beer-guzzling peddlers of snake-oil remedies, Fireboy's bedfellows, or anyone else who fails to realize that I have never read anything Fireboy has written that I would consider wise, logical, pertinent, reasonable, or scientific. His statement that everyone who doesn't share his beliefs is a shabby self-promoter deserving of death and damnation is no exception. What's more, he talks a lot about mysticism and how wonderful it is. However, he's never actually defined what it means. How can Fireboy argue for something he's never defined? As you no doubt realize, that's a particularly timely question. In fact, just half an hour ago I heard someone express the opinion that the biggest supporters of Fireboy's cruel subliminal psywar campaigns are noisome evildoers and libidinous, unenlightened loan sharks. A secondary class of ardent supporters consists of ladies of elastic virtue and cosmopolitan tendencies to whom such things afford a decent excuse for displaying their fascinations at their open windows.

That's just one side of the coin. The other side is that Fireboy's ballyhoos are not pedantic treatises expressing theories or extravaganzas dealing in fables or fancies. They are substantial, sober outpourings from the very soul of boosterism. If they could speak, the birds, snakes, and other creatures who are our Earth brothers and Earth sisters would certainly say that this is not the place to develop that subject. It demands many pages of brown townysis, which I can't spare in this letter. Instead, I'll just state the key point, which is that Fireboy has written more than his fair share of lengthy, over-worded, pseudo-intellectual tripe. In all such instances he conveniently overlooks the fact that he often misuses the word "auriculoventricular" to mean something vaguely related to charlatanism or irreligionism or somesuch. His operatives, realizing that an exact definition is anathema to what they know in their hearts, are usually content to assume that Fireboy is merely trying to say that his tractates are our final line of defense against tyrrany.

Fireboy's canards oscillate between pouty isolationism and insane autism. I know you're wondering why I just wrote that. I'll explain shortly, but first, I should state that I don't care what others say about Fireboy. He's still subversive, insidious, and he intends to promote, foster, and institute egotism. If I thought that his bromides had even a snowball's chance in Hell of doing anything good for anyone, then I wouldn't be so critical. As they stand, however, I can conclude only that Fireboy exhibits an air of superiority. You realize, of course, that that's really just a defense mechanism to cover up his obvious inferiority. Given the range and unpredictability of human behavior, it is quite possible that many, many people have been hurt by him for daring to encourage open, civic engagement. In fact, there are so many such people that even listing their names would take more space than I can afford in this letter. In their honor, though, I will say that to someone whose eyes are open, Fireboy's constantly repeated mantra that he can achieve his goals by friendly and moral conduct is an insanely inhumane notion. By way of contrast, consider my personal mantra that Fireboy has announced his intentions to establish a world government complete with a world army, a world parliament, a world court, and numerous other agencies that waste natural resources. While doing so may earn Fireboy a gold star from the mush-for-brains solecism crowd, I want nothing more—or less—than to follow knowledge like a sinking star beyond the utmost bound of human thought. To that task I have consecrated my life and I invite you to do likewise. To end on a more positive note: Fireboy's known for venting his hatred at anyone who dares to address the legitimate anger, fear, and alienation of people who have been mobilized by Fireboy because they saw no other options for change.


Dear Rocket,

The.
oh there u are sponge bob, we are just going to take a field trip :-)

oh there u are sponge bob, we are just going to take a field trip :-)

But what about my essay

But what about my essay
fuker i said we are doing a FIELD TRIP


As you read this letter, you may feel confused at points. If you do, keep reading. The rationale underlying Rocket's policies is confusing. Fortunately, as you read the superfluity of examples about how Rocket has been trying to test another formula for silencing serious opposition, this letter will slowly begin to make some sense. To start, he often misuses the word "succinylsulphathiazole" to mean something vaguely related to imperialism or defeatism or somesuch. His backers, realizing that an exact definition is anathema to what they know in their hearts, are usually content to assume that Rocket is merely trying to say that arriving at a true state of comprehension is too difficult and/or time-consuming. That's all I have to say about Rocket so I guess I'll stop writing now. Oh, and Rocket: Before you start formulating a smart reply, don't bother because I'm just not interested.
While my better instincts counsel me to follow a policy of laissez-faire, there are a couple of Mr. Fire Boy, Jr.'s statements I feel I cannot let pass. Let me begin by saying that instead of taking the easy path in life, the downward path, we must choose the upward path regardless of the pain, suffering, and sacrifice that this choice entails. Only then can we finally provide some balance to Boy's one-sided squibs. Yes, Boy will try to stop us by obliterating our sense of identity, but his teachings reek of mysticism. I use the word "reek" because his protégés claim to have no choice but to break our country's national and patriotic backbone and make it ripe for the slave's yoke of international ethnocentrism. I wish there were some way to help these miserable, abusive good-for-nothings. They are outcasts, lost in a world they didn't make and don't understand.

Boy is causing all sorts of problems for us. We must grasp these problems with both hands and deal with them in a forthright way. In all fairness, there is a format Boy should follow for his next literary endeavor. It involves a topic sentence and supporting facts. He accuses me of being narrow-minded. Does he contend I'm narrow-minded because I refuse to accept his claim that profits come before people? If so, then I guess I'm as narrow-minded as I could possibly be.

I know that I'm emotional now, but I shall be blamed by ignorant persons when I say that laughable kooks simply pass through this world sowing the seeds of evil. Cruel as that maxim may appear, his habitués assert that "we should be grateful for the precious freedom to be robbed and kicked in the face by such a noble creature as Boy." First off, that's a lousy sentence. If they had written instead that Boy is both literally and figuratively forcing Boy's moral code on the rest of us then that quote would have had more validity. As it stands, from secret-handshake societies meeting at "the usual place" to back-door admissions committees, Boy's associates have always found a way to appropriate sacred symbols for flighty, humorless purposes. I, for one, have always been an independent thinker. I'm not influenced by popular trends, the media, or even so-called undisputed facts when parroted by others. Maybe that streak of independence is what first enabled me to see that when Boy's scurrilous utterances are translated into plain, words-mean-things English, he appears to be saying that character development is not a matter of "strength through adversity" but rather, "entitlement through victimization". For me, this mad moonshine serves only to emphasize how Boy recently claimed that he would sooner give up money, fame, power, and happiness than perform an uneducated act. I would have found this comment shocking had I not heard similar garbage from him a hundred times before.

Some people apparently believe that if we don't bother Boy, Boy won't bother us. The fallacy of that belief is that our desires and his are not merely different; they are opposed in mortal enmity. Boy wants to poke and pry into every facet of our lives. We, in contrast, want to alert people that each rung on the ladder of communism is a crCIA of some kind. Each crCIA supplies an excuse for Boy to commit all sorts of mortal sins—not to mention an uncountable number of venial ones. That is the standard process by which predatory loons violate all the rules of decorum.

Boy prefers to keep his self-aggrandizing agenda hidden behind the cloak of corporatism. An obvious parallel from a slightly different context is that it is crystal-clear that there is every indication that anti-intellectualism has its stronghold among what I call blinkered buggers. To say anything else would be a lie. What he doesn't realize is that he frequently insists that officialism forms the core of any utopian society. This lie of his cannot stand the light of day, and a few minutes' reflection will suffice to show how utterly unstable a lie it is. Nonetheless, he has conceived the project of reigning over opinions and of conquering neither kingdoms nor provinces but the human mind. If this project succeeds then the worst types of bumptious numskulls there are will be free to alter, rewrite, or ignore past events to make them consistent with Boy's current "reality". Even worse, it will be illegal for anyone to say anything about how Boy wants to get me thrown in jail. He can't cite a specific statute that I've violated, but he does believe that there must be some statute. This tells me that Boy has, on a number of occasions, expressed a desire to inure us to unsympathetic nihilism. On all of these occasions I submitted to the advice of my friends, who assured me that if he can't be reasoned out of his prejudices, he must be laughed out of them. If he can't be argued out of his selfishness, he must be shamed out of it.

Boy is hardly the first proponent of brain-damaged, bloody-minded Pyrrhonism and he is unlikely to be the last, which makes it obvious to me that Boy's scare tactics are a load of bunk. I use this delightfully pejorative term, "bunk"—an alternative from the same page of my criminal-slang lexicon would serve just as well—because the basal lie that underlies all of Boy's neurotic modes of thought is that he is a martyr for freedom and a victim of particularism. Translation: The few of us who complain regularly about Boy's theatrics are simply spoiling the party. I doubt you need any help from me to identify the supreme idiocy of those views, but you should nevertheless be aware that by comparing today to even ten years ago and projecting the course we're on, I'd say we're in for an even more lawless, indelicate, and indecent society, all thanks to Boy's homilies. The whole of Boy's perverted worldview may perhaps be expressed in one simple word. That word is "Maoism". Let me explain: It may seem difficult at first to stand by our principles and be true to them on all occasions, in all places, against all foes, and at whatever cost. It is. But the picture I am presenting need not be confined to Boy's ravings. It applies to everything he says and does.

Boy's campaigns of malice and malignity are designed to separate people from their roots and cut their bonds to their natural communities. And they're working; they're having the desired effect. When it comes to Boy's goals, I warrant that we have drifted along for too long in a state of blissful denial and outright complacency. It's time to take the mechanisms, language, ideology, and phraseology for determining what is right and what is wrong out of the hands of him and his allies and put them back in the hands of ordinary people. The sooner we do that the better because I frequently wish to tell Boy that there is a cost, a cost too high to calculate, for messing with the lives and livelihoods of thousands of people. But being a generally genteel person, however, I always bite my tongue.

Here's a specific example of the way in which Boy doesn't care whose lives he destroys while he enriches himself in a base-minded display of gluttony and venal avarice: He wants to exhibit a deep disdain for all people who are not empty-headed slubberdegullions. Idle hands are the devil's tools. That's why Boy spends his leisure time devising ever more disgraceful ways to galvanize the splenetic, manipulative herd into enthusiastically supporting his warped flimflams. Okay, then, let's move onto the really good part of this letter, the part in which I get to tell you that his head is so far in rectal defilade it would require major surgery to extricate it. The best example of this, culled from many, would have to be the time he tried to encourage a deadly acceptance of intolerance. Contrast, for example, Boy's methods of interpretation with those of the most self-centered mob bosses you'll ever see, and observe that there is no contrast. I, by (genuine) contrast, take the view that if it weren't for blockish fomenters of revolution, Boy would have no friends.

I indeed don't believe that Boy's ideologies enhance performance standards, productivity, and competitiveness. So when he says that that's what I believe, I see how little he understands my position. This state of affairs demands the direct assault on those fatuous complaints that seek to traduce and discredit everyone but scary turncoats. Being the brown townytical sort that I am, I would have to say that the time is always right to do what is right. That's why we must provide you with a holistic and thematic history of Boy's abominable memoranda. The first step in that process is to realize that he counts what I call vainglorious gits as his friends. Unfortunately for Boy, these are hired friends, false friends, friends incapable of realizing for a moment that there must be some ascertainable mental block that makes him so uncongenial. Please re-read and memorize that sentence if you still believe that vengeful wastrels should be fêted at wine-and-cheese fund-raisers.

We were put on this planet to be active, to struggle, and to go placidly amid the noise and haste. We were not put here to commit acts of banditry and insurgency, as Boy might believe. He is an interesting character. On the one hand, Boy likes to quash other people's opinions. But on the other hand, his vicegerents all have serious personal problems. In fact, the way Boy keeps them loyal to him is by encouraging and exacerbating these problems rather than by helping to overcome them. Last but not least, it is of paramount importance not to let Mr. Fire Boy, Jr.'s followers rub salt into our wounds.


can you guys please stop fiting

These are some pretty strong arguments.

Also all Call of Duty is stuff, your score fits it perfect.

mmy review for diaper dash:


i loved that game and reaper why is your avatar that kid from the post life realpictures is that you??
thanks please right back i love your reviws!

i loved that game and reaper why is your avatar that kid from the post life realpictures is that you??
thanks please right back i love your reviws!
plz post link of threadf i do not know what hte heck ur talking about (btw this is rocket's real life picture -__________________)

plz post link of threadf i do not know what hte heck ur talking about (btw this is rocket's real life picture -__________________)
idk how to post links sorry just imagine it in your head