Gonna sleep, but I have one more file on my desktop. This is a terrible story about Ningyou
n this letter I would like to respond directly to Mr. Ningyou's snappish ballyhoos. However, considering his inability to cope with the truth I feel that doing so would be a great disservice to Ningyou at this time. So, instead, I'll devote the rest of this letter to explaining as politely as possible how he is a drooling, hydra-headed monster of force and terror. I urge you to read the text that follows carefully, keeping an open mind, from the beginning to the end, and without skipping around. I further recommend that you take breaks, as many of the facts presented will take time to digest.
Ningyou's perspective is that everything he says is entirely and totally true. My perspective, in contrast, is that Ningyou is like a giant octopus sprawling its slimy length over city, state, and nation. Like the octopus of real life, he operates under cover of self-created screen. Ningyou seizes in his long and powerful tentacles our executive officers, our legislative bodies, our schools, our courts, our newspapers, and every agency created for the public protection. It's clumsy for him to conjure up dirt against his fellow human beings. Or perhaps I should say, it's beastly.
Ningyou is terrified that there might be an absolute reality outside himself, a reality that is what it is, regardless of his wishes, theories, hopes, daydreams, or decrees. I 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 Ningyou would love to see me serve as a human shield for his bombardments. That fact may not be pleasant, but it is a fact regardless of our wishes on the matter.
I don't just want to make a point. I don't just want to put the fear of God into Ningyou. 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 we can never return to the past. And if we are ever to move forward to the future, we have to think outside the box.
If you need proof that Ningyou's inclinations are a pastiche of disorderly Bulverism and sophomoric gangsterism, then just take a look at Ningyou. His grievances are some of the most disaffected, dotty, and effrontive I've ever encountered. Excuse me; that's not entirely correct. What I meant to say is that some people have said that out-of-touch bozos would be far more bearable if they didn't deliver an additional blow to dignity and self-worth. Maybe. But I'm more inclined to believe that an understanding of the damage that may be caused by Ningyou's churlish actions isn't something I expect everyone to develop the first time they hear about it. That's why I write over and over again and from so many different angles about how it may seem difficult at first to uphold peace, freedom, democracy, and justice. It is. But if you looked up "stuck-up" in the dictionary, you'd probably see Ningyou's picture.
I am not in any way placing the blame on Ningyou for high-handed sandbaggers who twist our entire societal valuation of love and relationships beyond all insanity. That notwithstanding, Ningyou is still culpable for plotting to level filth and slime at everyone opposed to his declamations. I'm not saying this to be exploitative but rather to explain that I don't want to build castles in the air. I don't want to plan things that I can't yet implement. But I do want to exercise all of our basic rights to the maximum because doing so clearly demonstrates how the point is that if everyone spent just five minutes a day thinking about ways to get the facts out in the hope that somebody else will do something to solve the problem, we'd all be a lot better off. Is five minutes a day too much to ask for the promise of a better tomorrow? I hope not, but then again, there is more at play here than Ningyou's purely political game of distorting and trivializing the debate surrounding sectarianism. There are ideologies at work, hidden agendas to sentence more and more people to poverty, prison, and early death.
Unfortunately, most people have been so brainwashed by Ningyou's depraved ipse dixits that when push comes to shove they'll end up siding with Ningyou. That's why we must resolve our disputes without violence. Although each day, I see the world becoming more inhumane as a determined Ningyou carries out his testy plans, Ningyou's pathological histrionics often resemble an inverted fairy tale in that the triumph of innocence comes at the start and the ugly sisters of poststructuralism and masochism enter on stage in triumph for the final curtain. Over time, his long-term goals have progressed from being merely putrid to being superputrid, hyperputrid, and recently ultraputrid. In fact, I'd say that now they're even megaputrid.
The time has come to choose between freedom or slavery, revolt or submission, and liberty or Ningyou's particularly impudent form of cynicism. It's clear what Ningyou wants us to choose, but he used to maintain that the bogeyman is going to get us if we don't agree to his demands. When he realized that no one was falling for that claptrap, he quickly changed his tune to say that free speech is wonderful as long as you're not bashing him and the cantankerous ratbags in his solecism movement. Ningyou is undoubtedly a treasonous liar, and shame on anyone who believes him.
A colleague recently informed me that a bunch of brown-nosing malcontents and others in Ningyou's amen corner are about to biologically or psychologically engineer maledicent, verbally incontinent spouters to make them even more unscrupulous than they already are. I have no reason to doubt that story because Ningyou should think about how his belief systems lead confused traitors to ignite a maelstrom of fascism. If Ningyou doesn't want to think that hard, perhaps he should just keep quiet. What I want to know is how many people have had their lives ruined by Ningyou. Dozens, unquestionably. Hundreds, very possibly. Thousands is not out of the realm of possibility. Regardless of the exact number, we cannot afford to waste our time, resources, and energy by dwelling upon inequities of the past. Instead, we must defy Ningyou. Doing so would be significantly easier if more people were to understand that Ningyou contends that his mistakes are always someone else's fault. What planet is he from? The planet Mutinous? To answer that question, we need first to consider Ningyou's thought process, which generally takes the following form: (1) Ningyou is a man of morality, achievements, and noble qualities, one who often sacrifices his own reputation or safety in order to pursue that which is right and those things that truly matter, so (2) the sky is falling. Therefore, (3) lying is morally justifiable as long as it's referred to as "strategic deception" and thus, (4) black is white and night is day. As you can see, Ningyou's reasoning makes no sense, which leads me to believe that he has OD'd on obstructionism. That's just a fancy way of saying that the key to Ningyou's soul is his longing for the effortless, irresponsible, automatic consciousness of an animal. He dreads the necessity, the risk, and the responsibility of rational cognition. As a result, Ningyou has never been a big fan of freedom of speech. He supports pogroms on speech, thought, academic license, scientific perspective, journalistic integrity, and any other form of expression that gives people the freedom to state that prissy, bookish champions of deceit, lies, theft, plunder, and rapine serve as the priests in Ningyou's cult of birdbrained radicalism. These "priests" spend their days basking in Ningyou's reflected glory, pausing only when Ningyou instructs them to trade fundamental human rights for a cheap "guarantee" of safety and security. What could be more insecure? The answer to that question has broad implications. For example, Ningyou appears committed to the proposition that his views are correct, self-evident, and based on fact and reason, while other people's positions are not just wrong but illegitimate, ideological, and unworthy of serious consideration. If you were to get a second opinion from someone who's not a member of Ningyou's cabal, however, he'd of course tell you that we must make some changes here. This call to action begins with you. You must be the first to express our concerns about his impractical, contemptuous bromides. You must be the one to advocate concrete action and specific quantifiable goals. And you must inform your fellow man that Ningyou's criticisms always follow the same pattern. He puts the desired twist on the actual facts, ignores inconvenient facts, and invents as many new "facts" as necessary to convince us that nativism forms the core of any utopian society.
Similarly, I have absolutely no idea why Ningyou makes such a big fuss over ageism. There are far more pressing issues that present themselves and that should be discussed, debated, and solved—issues such as war, famine, poverty, and homelessness. There is also the lesser issue that Ningyou tends to forget what matters most. To fully understand that, you need to realize that he follows a dual code of morality—one morality for his fellow money-grubbing, baleful usurers and another for the rest of the world. This is why Ningyou refers to a variety of things using the word "chronocinematography". Translating this bit of jargon into English isn't easy. Basically, he's saying that he has answers to everything, which we all know is patently absurd. At any rate, he wants nothing less than to lead us into an age of shoddiness—shoddy goods, shoddy services, shoddy morals, and shoddy people. His protégés then wonder, "What's wrong with that?" Well, there's not much to be done with oligophrenic paper-pushers who can't figure out what's wrong with that, but the rest of us can plainly see that every time Ningyou gets caught trying to get on my nerves, he promises he'll never do so again. Subsequently, his hired goons always jump in and explain that he really shouldn't be blamed even if he does because, as they aver, phallocentrism provides an easy escape from a life of frustration, unhappiness, desperation, depression, and loneliness. What I had wanted for this letter was to write an brown townysis of Mr. Ningyou's flimflams. Not an exhortation or a shrill denunciation, but an brown townysis. I hope I have succeeded at that.
Sir, if you were dumb enough not to look at the OP TL:DR
http://www.pakin.org/complaint/Good day.
