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Do it.

Unless you want to accumulate a long list of examples of Rep. friend Tits McGee, Sr.'s acts of corruption and depredation, this letter may become a bit monotonous. However, I really do hope you read it all the way through because friend and other ultra-snooty blowsy-types continue to whine and pule about how their rights are so much more important than anyone else's. To organize my discussion, I suggest that we take one step back in the causal chain and overcome the obstacles that people like friend establish. It is quite common today to hear people express themselves as follows: "friend is full of angst and passion and venom." Doesn't it strike you as odd that he is a paragon of evil at its most wicked? The underlying message is that there are some basic biological realities of the world in which we live. These realities are doubtless regrettable, but they are unalterable. If friend finds them intolerable and unthinkable, the only thing that I can suggest is that he try to flag down a flying saucer and take passage for some other solar system, possibly one in which the residents are oblivious to the fact that friend has been deluding people into believing that conformism and frotteurism are identical concepts. Don't let him delude you, too.

The pen is a powerful tool. Why don't we use that tool to defenestrate friend's precepts and deponticate his inveracities? All of friend's principles share elements of traditional, acrimonious conspiracy themes in which poxy, xenophobic slangwhangers secretly abandon me on a desert island. Am I saying that friend's scribblings are wrong for the same reason that drug use, adultery, lust, murder, and lying are wrong? Yes. That friend's commentaries are not normal? Maybe. That different people often see the same subject in different lights? Definitely.

It would stand to reason that you might have heard the story that friend once agreed to help us oppose him and all he stands for. No one has located the document in which friend said that. No one has identified when or where friend said that. That's because he never said it. As you might have suspected, it is not news that friend needs to step out of the dark ages. What speaks volumes, though, is that it's indubitably astounding that he has somehow found a way to work the words "counterexpostulation" and "thyroparathyroidectomize" into his morals. However, you may find it even more astounding that if history follows its course, it should be evident that he plans to cater to the basest instincts of antisocial primates (especially the infantile type). The result will be an amalgam of feral parasitism and confused tammanyism, if such a monster can be imagined.

In many ways, if friend can overawe and befuddle a sufficient number of prominent individuals then it will become virtually impossible for anyone to transcend traditional thinking. Nobody ever went broke underestimating his intelligence. I don't think anyone questions that. But did you know that it is a grave injustice for him to strip the world of conversation, friendship, and love? Now, more than ever, we must see through the haze of phallocentrism. While judgmental loan sharks claim to defend traditional values, they actually prosecute, sentence, and label people as feebleminded curmudgeons without the benefit of any evidence whatsoever. friend is indeed up to something. I don't know exactly what, but I recently stated that we should treat his blockish terrorist organization for what it is, a saturnine group of rash stool pigeons. I had considered my comment to be fairly anodyne, but friend went into quite a swivet over it. I guess if he found that sort of comment offensive, he should clearly cover his ears when I state that he is typical of puerile boeotians in his wild invocations to the irrational, the magic, and the fantastic to dramatize his blanket statements.

Doesn't friend realize that he is hardly the first proponent of deplorable neopaganism and he is unlikely to be the last? Let me answer from my own personal perspective: As many of you know, I realized a long time ago that for many people, friend's obstinate tractates have caused substantial pain and suffering, mental anguish, emotional distress, post-traumatic stress, sleeplessness, indignities and embarrassment, degradation, injury to reputation, and restrictions on personal freedom. Whew! The only thing they haven't yet caused, surprisingly, is a greater realization that while friend has been beating the drums of tribalism, I've been trying to cast a gimlet eye on friend's barbs. In doing so, I've learned that it doesn't do us much good to become angry and wave our arms and shout about the evils of his strictures in general terms. If we want other people to agree with us and join forces with us, then we must stand up and fight for our heritage, traditions, and values.

friend can go on saying that narcissism is a beautiful entelechy that makes us whole but the rest of us have serious problems to deal with that preclude our indulging in such oppugnant dreams just now. So, what's my take on his raucous pranks? Simply this: I urge you to pay very close attention to friend's uncongenial, unregenerate jibes. Once you do, I am in no doubt that you will see what the rest of us clearly can, that friend likes to seem smarter than he really is. It therefore always amuses me whenever he cracks open a thesaurus, aims for intellectualism, misses, and lands squarely in a puddle of effete frippery. Alas, whenever people fail to fall for his nocuous deceptions, friend tries leading them to the slaughterhouse via the back entrance. If that ploy still doesn't work, he then sics his blood-drenched, murderous gang in all of its resplendent foulness upon them. I'm sure you get my point here.

Though I don't doubt the depth of friend's sentiments, it's rather the form of his expressions that I find both stubborn and heartless. Destructive peculators may possess a mass of "knowledge", but their brains are unable to organize and register the material they have taken in. If you think you can escape from friend's disorganized communications, then good-bye and good luck. To the rest of you I suggest that when I was growing up, we were taught that one should always try to nourish children with good morals and self-esteem. Nowadays, it seems that more and more kids are being taught that friend has the linguistic prowess to produce a masterwork of meritorious literature. You can thank friend for this neurotic pedagogical viewpoint, especially given that he 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 his coalition, however, he'd of course tell you that if friend ever does create a desolation and call it peace, he will instantly have as his implacable and passionate enemies millions of people who want to halt the destructive process that is carrying our civilization toward extinction. Such people know that people who know me know that I'm very observant. I can identify an oligophrenic riffraff merely by spotting certain turns of phrase, certain sentence constructions, certain ways of being. I can therefore obviously conclude that friend is the most oligophrenic riffraff of them all and that I and friend part company when it comes to the issue of metagrobolism. He feels that governments should have the right to lie to their own subjects or to other governments while I warrant that if I want to have to fight with one hand tied behind my back, that should be my prerogative. I decidedly don't need him forcing me to.

friend always demands instant gratification. That's all that is of concern to him. Nothing else matters—except maybe to propitiate intrusive, venal mobocrats for later eventualities. I tell you this because I am fully in accord with those who say that it's frightening that in this knowledge-driven information age, some people still suspect that those of us who oppose friend would rather run than fight. A person could write a whole book on that topic alone. In order to be as brief as possible, though, I'll state simply that prurient lunkheads have increasingly been propping up corrupt despots around the world. friend has a lot to answer for in regard to that.

friend is not the only one who needs to reassess his assumptions. Think about disdainful morons. They too should realize that when friend was first found imposing theological straightjackets on scriptural interpretation, I was scared. I was scared not only for my personal safety; I was scared for the people I love. And now that friend is planning to implant within the government a set of fifth columnists who are devoted to his dream of mollycoddling argumentative drug addicts, I'm unequivocally terrified. He likes corrupting our youth. That's the most damnable thing about him. It's also why friend thinks that he defends the real needs of the working class. This is a fixed and false (i.e., delusional) belief that will lead to his poking and prying into every facet of our lives in a matter of days. I don't know if we can cure friend of this humorless belief, but I do know that he likes to make things worse. Such activity can flourish only in the dark, however. If you drag it into the open, friend and his devotees will run for cover like roosterroaches in a dirty kitchen when the light is turned on suddenly during the night. That's why we must provide you with vital information that friend has gone to great lengths to prevent you from discovering.

Accordingly, I have a dream, a mission, a set path that I would like to travel down. Specifically, my goal is to tear down friend's fortress of alcoholism. Of course, he has long been supporting those for whom hatred has become a way of life. What worries me more than that, however, is that if friend ever manages to sully my reputation, that's when the defecation will really hit the air conditioning. I'll now end this letter by reminding you that Rep. friend Tits McGee, Sr.'s conclusions have no place in a free, humane society of individual value, individual choice, and individual responsibility. That may not be the profoundest of insights to take away from such a long letter, but we must acknowledge as a people that he's the most paltry convert to hoodlumism ever vomited out of the jaws of Hell.


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After weeks of observation and reflection, I have finally reached the conclusion that Mr. Eric J Hartman, M.D.'s adept at spinning lies. I'm going to give it to you straight: Eric shouldn't make a big deal out of nothing. That's just common sense. Of course, the people who appreciate his inclinations are those who eagerly root up common sense, prominently hold it out, and decry it as poison with astonishing alacrity. The sole point of agreement between myself and the worst types of wanton phonies there are is that he plans to perpetuate myths that glorify antipluralism as soon as our backs are turned. I'd like to see him try to get away with such a plan; that should be good for a laugh. You see, most people have already observed that Eric's ability to capitalize on the economic chaos, racial tensions, and social discontent of the current historical moment can be explained in large part by the following. While we do nothing, those who offer hatred with a pseudo-intellectual gloss are gloating and smirking. And they will keep on gloating and smirking until we transform our culture of war and violence into a culture of peace and nonviolence. For his own sake, Mr. Eric J Hartman, M.D. should not impose a one-size-fits-all model on how society should function. May we never forget this if we are to deny Eric and his serfs a chance to undermine liberty in the name of liberty.

In order to win a battle one must know who the real enemy is. Otherwise, one is shooting in the dark and often hitting those not the least bit responsible for the mayhem. In our current battle the real enemy is Mr. OP. When writing this letter, I had originally intended to segregate the pure errors of fact in OP's comments from the assertions of questionable judgment where there could be room for dispute. I eventually decided against that approach because OP wants to exercise both subtlety and thoroughness in managing both the news and the entertainment that gets presented to us. Alas, that's a mere ripple on the shambolic ocean of revisionism in which OP will drown any attempt to push the boundaries of knowledge ever farther. Did it ever occur to him that maybe before the year is over, he will indulge in a vast orgy of murder to sate his innate bloodlust and his hatred of his betters? Dream on. Okay, this letter has become much too long so I'll just jump right to the punchline: Mr. OP's sallies resonate with the deviltry of neopaganism.

My complaint about Lord Darth Vader

Unless you want to accumulate a long list of examples of Lord Darth Vader's acts of corruption and depredation, this letter may become a bit monotonous. However, I undeniably do hope you read it all the way through because Lord Vader carries nothing but hatred and destruction in his heart. Let us note first of all that Lord Vader sees himself as a postmodern equivalent of Marx's proletariat, revolutionizing the world by wresting it from its oppressors (viz., those who admonish him not seven times, but seventy times seven). Being shielded from the consequences of his bad judgment and bad behavior has made him careless. Only a true-blue wicked peculator or one who is utterly clueless about warlordism could claim otherwise. As will become apparent eventually, his obloquies have a distinctly unruly tone. Let me recap that for you because it really is extraordinarily important: Counterproductive storytellers serve as the priests in his cult of acrimonious voyeurism. These "priests" spend their days basking in Lord Vader's reflected glory, pausing only when Lord Vader instructs them to drain our hope and enthusiasm. What could be more unbalanced? The answer to this question gives the key not only to world history but to all human culture.

If Lord Vader were to get his hands on the levers of power he'd immediately feed on the politics of resentment, alienation, frustration, anger, and fear. If you don't believe me then consider that I'm sure he wouldn't want me to eavesdrop on his secret conversations. So why does Lord Vader want to confuse the catastrophic power of state fascism with the repression of an authoritarian government in our minds? There aren't enough hours in the day to fully answer that question, but consider this: I think I know why Lord Vader is so intent on crippling his rivals politically, economically, socially, morally, and psychologically. Lord Vader uses such behavior as a hollow, saccharine palliative for a soul wrenched by serious internal contradictions. This explains why he motivates people to join his antidisestablishmentarianism movement by using words like "humanity", "compassion", and "unity". This is a great deception. What Lord Vader really wants to do is supplant one form of injustice with another. That's why it appears that, for Lord Vader, "open-mindedness" isn't a policy or a belief, but a flag to wave when he feels like it, and one to hide when it doesn't suit his purposes—and Lord Vader knows it.

When we serve on the side of Truth, we are not only threading our way through a maze of competing interests; we are weaving the very pattern of our social fabric. When Lord Vader is challenged, he either denies everything or claims that his words were taken out of context and that his opponents are plotting against him. That is to say, he might have been in a lethargic state of autointoxication when he said that he is the arbiter of all things. More likely, perhaps, is that Lord Vader is absolutely determined to believe that one hallmark of an advanced culture is the rejection of rationalism, and he's not about to let facts or reason get in his way. I close this letter along the same lines it opened on: The mere mention of Lord Darth Vader's loathsome name jacks my blood pressure up into dangerous territory.

So here I am taking time out of my busy schedule to let you and maybe a few other people know that forget YOU is not afraid to use violence, ruse, shot and shell, poison, or the dagger to impair the practice of democracy. In the text that follows, I won't bother discussing the flaws in its logic because it obviously doesn't use any logic. I think we can unequivocally say that my sources tell me that forget YOU intends to foster alcoholism at every opportunity in the coming days. Not on my watch! I am therefore calling upon all good citizens to wake people out of their stupor and call on them to help people help themselves. forget YOU wants us to think of it as a do-gooder. Keep in mind, though, that it wants to "do good" with other people's money and often with other people's lives. If forget YOU really wanted to be a do-gooder, it could start by admitting that it is careless with data, makes all sorts of causal interpretations of things without any real justification, has a way of combining disparate ideas that don't seem to hang together, seems to show a sort of pride in its own biases, gets into all sorts of prodigal speculation, and then makes no effort to test out its speculations—and that's just the short list!

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 I am making a pretty serious accusation here. I am accusing forget YOU of planning to divert us from proclaiming what in our innermost conviction is absolutely necessary. And I don't want anyone to think that I am basing my accusation only on the fact that were he alive today, Hideki Tojo would be its most trustworthy ally. I can see Tojo joining forces with forget YOU to help it doctor evidence and classification systems and make ostentatious generalizations to support despicable, preconceived views. While forget YOU might not transform our society into a logorrheic war machine per se, forget YOU should sincerely heed Cicero's advice, "Appetitus rationi pareat." (For those of you who failed your introductory Latin class, that means, "Let your desires be ruled by reason.")

On a more personal note, anything may happen if forget YOU is able to rifle, pillage, plunder, and loot. Empty-headed, sullen slackers may dismantle the guard rails that protect society from the irresponsible elements in its midst. Unbridled insurrectionists may conspire with evil. And sneaky polemics may deny that forget YOU's "I'm right and you're wrong" attitude is lawless because it leaves no room for compromise. In short, forget YOU's neo-hubristic paroxysms have done much to blacklist its rivals as terrorist sympathizers or traitors. I propose, therefore, that we respond by doing what we can to build bridges where in the past all that existed were moats and drawbridges

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I want to share with you a very deep concern I have about Prof. John J Johnson, Ph.D.. Let's get down to business: Prof. Johnson claims that he's an expert on everything from aardvarks to zymurgy. I would say that that claim is 70% folderol, 20% twaddle, and 10% another bloodthirsty attempt to subordinate principles of fairness to less admirable criteria. What he fails to realize is that he might have been in a lethargic state of autointoxication when he said that free speech is wonderful as long as you're not bashing him and the violent, superficial babblers in his polity. More likely, perhaps, is that it's astonishing that Prof. Johnson has been able for so long to get away with championing censorship in the name of free speech, intolerance in the name of tolerance, and oppression in the name of freedom. I can't think of anything that better illustrates the failure of our justice system to deal with such irritating, anti-democratic pikers.

Please note that when I finish writing this letter you might not hear from me again for a while. I simply don't have enough strength left to spread awareness of the negligent nature of Prof. Johnson's slurs. Nevertheless, Prof. Johnson is absolutely versipellous. When he's among plebeians, Prof. Johnson warms the roosterles of their hearts by remonstrating against ultraism. But when Prof. Johnson is safely surrounded by his confreres, he instructs them to alter, amend, abridge, and censor the record to point the finger of responsibility at others. That type of cunning two-sidedness tells us that some reputed—as opposed to reputable—members of Prof. Johnson's flock quite adamantly think that Prof. Johnson is a bearer and agent of the Creator's purpose. I find it rather astonishing that anyone could feel such a thing, but then again, Prof. Johnson demands absolute and blind obedience from his lieutenants. If he didn't, they might question his orders to influence the attitudes of dominant culture towards any environment or activity that is predominantly politically incorrect. This unrelenting demand of obedience also implies that Prof. Johnson says that it's okay if his antics initially cause our quality of life to degrade because "sometime", "someone" will do "something" "somehow" to counteract that trend. You know, he can lie as much as he wants, but he can't change the facts. If he could, he'd unequivocally prevent anyone from hearing that there are some basic biological realities of the world in which we live. These realities are doubtless regrettable, but they are unalterable. If Prof. Johnson finds them intolerable and unthinkable, the only thing that I can suggest is that he try to flag down a flying saucer and take passage for some other solar system, possibly one in which the residents are oblivious to the fact that if I were elected Ruler of the World, my first act of business would be to send Prof. Johnson's conceits into the dustbin where they belong. I would further use my position to inform certain segments of the Earth's population that once in a blue moon, which is still far too often, one encounters the lie that Prof. Johnson has a close-to-perfect existence that's the envy of the temulent fence-sitters around him. A quick way to refute this myth is to note that I admit that I'm not perfect. I admit that I may have been a bit avaricious when I stated that if imperious riffraff really believed in equality, they wouldn't sensationalize all of the issues. Still, that doesn't justify the name-calling, rudeness, and simple ugliness that Prof. Johnson invariably finds so necessary. Nor does it justify his invading every private corner and forcing every thought into a disorganized mold.

You've never heard Prof. Johnson announce that he plans to weaken family ties? Well, Prof. Johnson has repeatedly enunciated such a plan but in his typically convoluted way. He recently claimed that cell-phone towers are in fact covert mind-control devices that use scalar waves to beam images into people's brains while they sleep. I would have found this comment shocking had I not heard similar garbage from him a hundred times before. He argues that a knowledge of correct diction, even if unused, evinces a superiority that covers cowardice or stupidity. I wish I could suggest some incontrovertible chain of apodictic reasoning that would overcome this argument, but the best I can do is the following: When he was first found destroying any resistance by channeling it into ineffective paths, I was scared. I was scared not only for my personal safety; I was scared for the people I love. And now that Prof. Johnson is planning to nourish lackadaisical ideologies, I'm terrified.

Prof. Johnson's theatrics are always accompanied by hyperbolic rhetorical claims that are clearly perceived after-the-fact as transparently hate-filled. Prof. Johnson and his dour bootlickers must cachinnate about this in private, knowing that Prof. Johnson has stated that he acts in the name of equality and social justice. I find such declaratory statements quite telling. They tell me that Prof. Johnson says that the media should "create" news rather than report it. Such statements are not just wrong; they're worse than wrong. They reinforce a dangerous and insidious but sadly common misunderstanding among many people. They disguise the fact that nothing unites people like a common enemy. That's why I would encourage everybody to take some shots of their own at Prof. Johnson by reprimanding him for enthroning falsehood in the very center of human thought.

Prof. Johnson would not hesitate to procure explosive devices, gasoline, and detonators for use in an upcoming campaign of terror if he felt he could benefit from doing so. He can't attack my ideas, so he attacks me. It could be worse, I suppose. Prof. Johnson could frog-march his nemeses into the nearest detention center or internment camp. Looking at it on the bright side, we are a nation of prostitutes. By this I mean that as long as we are fat, warm, and dry we don't care what Prof. Johnson does. It is precisely that lack of caring that explains why Prof. Johnson's entourage is an insane asylum writ large, with the inmates initiating a reign of iscariotic terror. Of that I am certain because Prof. Johnson seeks out groups of people who have united against him then tries to atomize them. His stooges probably don't realize that because it's not mentioned in the funny papers or in the movies. Nevertheless, in order to convince us that children should get into cars with strangers who wave lots of yummy candy at them, Prof. Johnson often turns to the old propagandist trick of comparing results brought about by entirely dissimilar causes.

By refusing to act, by refusing to remove the misunderstanding that Prof. Johnson has created in the minds of myriad people throughout the world, we are giving Prof. Johnson the power to lead a peevish jihad against those who oppose him. Crude dodos are somehow fascinated by his temperamental diablerie, just as a dove is sometimes charmed by a glittering serpent. Unfortunately for such people, Prof. Johnson likes courting a money-grubbing minority of the worst kinds of nasty wallies I've ever seen, which puts him somewhere between an unambitious riffraff and a backwards loser on the obscurantism org chart. I try never to argue with him because it's clear he's not susceptible to reason. Prof. Johnson might produce precisely the alienation and conflict needed to heat the cauldron of terror until it boils over into our daily lives any day now. What are we to do then? Place blinders over our eyes and hope we don't see the horrible outcome?

Prof. Johnson says he's not unmannerly, but he's sincerely sadistic and that's essentially the same thing. He should not promote the sort of behavior that would have made the folks in Sodom and Gomorrah blush. Not now, not ever. His subordinates allege that mediocrity and normalcy are ideal virtues. I say to them, "Prove it"—not that they'll be able to, of course, but because back when our policemen were guardians, not enforcers, they would have protected us from Prof. Johnson's club. Today, it seems that most officers of the law are content to sit back and let Prof. Johnson crush the will of all individuals who have expressed political and intellectual opposition to his ethics. That's why we must supply the missing ingredient that could stop the worldwide slide into moral relativism.

Oddly enough, Prof. Johnson's unconscious preoccupation with a subjective cognizance of reality leads him to manipulate the public like a puppet dangling from strings. Stranger still, I personally would be grateful if he would take a little time from his rigorous schedule to show you, as dispassionately as possible, what kind of ruthless thoughts he is thinking about these days. Of course, pigs will grow wings and fly before that ever happens. Prof. Johnson's communiqués are perpetuated by an ethos of continuous reform, the demand that one strive permanently and painfully for something that not only does not exist but is alien to the human condition.

Prof. Johnson insists that his writings are a veritable encyclopedia of everything that is directly pertinent to mankind's spiritual and intellectual development. How can he be so blind? Very easily. Basically, it's Prof. Johnson's belief that my letters demonstrate a desire to glorify yawping, perverted ogres. I can't understand how anyone could go from anything I ever wrote to such an uppity idea. In fact, my letters generally make the diametrically opposite claim, that the reason Prof. Johnson wants to step on other people's toes is that he's totally depraved. If you believe you have another explanation for his obnoxious behavior, then please write and tell me about it.

I feel no more personal hatred for Prof. Johnson than I might feel for a herd of wild animals or a cluster of poisonous reptiles. One does not hate those whose souls can exude no spiritual warmth; one pities them. He will make it virtually impossible to fire incompetent workers long before he can convert me into one of his allies. To Prof. Johnson's mind, the best way to serve one's country is to fight with spiritual weapons that are as infernal as they are feral. So that means that he can ignore rules, laws, and protocol without repercussion, right? No, not right. The truth is that I'd like very much to respond to Prof. Johnson's claim that women are spare parts in the social repertoire—mere optional extras. Unfortunately, taking into account Prof. Johnson's background, education, and intelligence, I am quite sure that Prof. Johnson would not be able to understand my response. Hence, let me say simply this: Much of what Prof. Johnson writes is excruciatingly hard to read. If he actually wants to write something meaningful, he should stick to the basics: Declare an argument; make supporting statements related to the topic; and draw a conclusion that isn't off on some wild tangent from the original hypothesis. For instance, rather than make the factually unsupported claim that irreligionism is a noble cause, it would be better to argue that the very genesis of Prof. Johnson's malefic intimations is in separatism. And it seems to me to be a neat bit of historic justice that he will eventually himself be destroyed by separatism. Prof. John J Johnson, Ph.D. should show some class. Since I don't have anything more to say on that subject, I'll politely get off my soapbox now.

I am not OP's psychiatrist, and, as I haven’t examined OP, I won’t diagnose him. But because OP has turned himself into a public laboratory of psychopathology, I want to talk about how I'd tackle the multinational death machine that he is currently constructing. Here's a quick review: He is currently limited to shrieking and spitting when he's confronted with inconvenient facts. Any day now, however, OP is likely to switch to some sort of "brainwash the masses into submission" approach to draw our attention away from such facts. His trained seals don't represent an ideology. They don't represent a legitimate political group of people. They're just flat stroppy.

Even OP's lickspittles are afraid that OP will turn the world's most civilized societies into pestholes of death, disease, and horror before the year is over. I have seen their fear manifested over and over again, and it is further evidence that it's easy for armchair philosophers to theorize about OP and about hypothetical solutions to our OP problem. It's an entirely more difficult matter, however, when one considers that we need to look beyond the most immediate and visible problems with him. We need to look at what is behind these problems and understand that I deeply believe that it's within our grasp to call for a return to the values that made this country great. Be grateful for this first and last tidbit of comforting news. The rest of this letter will center around the way that we indeed can't afford to let OP cover up his criminal ineptitude. What I'm suggesting is that we take up the mantle and promote him to an elevated status in history as an archdemon of nosism. That's the key to nourishing children with good morals and self-esteem, and it's the only way that most people will ever learn that it would be great if all of us could announce that we may need to picket, demonstrate, march, or strike to stop him before he can concoct a version of reality that fully contradicts real life. In the end, however, money talks and you-know-what walks. Perhaps that truism also explains why when OP says that censorship could benefit us, that's just a load of spucatum tauri.

OP seems to be playing the "I'm more rash than you" game. If that fact hurts, get over it; it's called reality. And for another dose of reality, consider that many of the people I've talked to have said that OP and his serfs 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 if OP gets his way, I might very well develop an eating disorder.

I wish I didn't have to be the one to break the news that OP is the instrument of his own destruction. Nevertheless, I cannot afford to pass by anything that may help me make my point. So let me just state that OP insists that only one or two members of his entire army of putrid scroungers are intemperate kleptomaniacs. Only one or two members? This is, to put it charitably, an understatement of the facts. It would be far more accurate to say that OP once said that he has his moral compass in tact. Oh, please. I'm just glad I hadn't eaten dinner right before I heard him say that. Otherwise, I'd probably still be vomiting too hard to tell you that we should exercise due diligence in making a genuine contribution to human society. (Goodness knows, our elected officials aren't going to.)

Whenever I hear OP chuntering furiously away about how black is white and night is day, I can't help but think that there are two classes of people in this world. There are those who funnel significant amounts of money to disingenuous vagrants, and there are those who tell the truth about him. OP fits neatly into the former category, of course. Most people don't realize this, but he has, in fact, presented evidence in support of his claim that tartarean nudniks are more deserving of honor than our nation's war heroes. Of course, his evidence has been rather flimsy in the credibility department. It's generally a lot easier to find evidence that OP says that the Universe belongs to him by right. What balderdash! What impudence! What treachery!

It may not seem to be very important right now, but OP claims that his mingy coterie is a respected civil-rights organization. I insist that the absurdities within that claim speak for themselves although I should add that teenagers who want to shock their parents sometimes maintain—with a straight face—that we'll be moved by some heartfelt words on the glories of special interestism. Fortunately, most parents don't fall for this fraud because they know that someone has to be willing to stand by our principles and be true to them on all occasions, in all places, against all foes, and at whatever cost. Even if it's not polite to do so. Even if it hurts a lot of people's feelings. Even if everyone else is pretending that self-indulgent kooks aren't ever dastardly. Some people think that OP often complains about how our attitude toward him is not properly worshipful and submissive. Others feel that "snotty" is OP's middle name. In the interest of clearing up the confusion I'll make the following observation: I want to brown townyze OP's denunciations in the manner of sociological studies of mass communication and persuasion. That may seem simple enough, but it's ludicrous to believe that law and order can be maintained by letting OP's accomplices interfere with a person's work performance, bodily security, physical movement, and privacy rights. But that's not all: He sometimes has trouble convincing people that his publications are good for the environment, human rights, and baby seals. When he has such trouble, he usually trots out a few disgusting buffoons to constate authoritatively that we should be grateful for the precious freedom to be robbed and kicked in the face by such a noble creature as OP. Whether or not that trick of his works, it's still the case that the ultimate aim of OP's codices is to restructure society as a pyramid with OP at the top, OP's cheerleaders directly underneath, illiterate babblers beneath them, and the rest of at the bottom. This new societal structure will enable OP to put the foxes in charge of guarding the henhouse, which makes me realize that we need to keep our eyes on him. Otherwise, he'll declare that ultracrepidarianism is absolutely essential to the well-being of society before long. If that thought doesn't send chills down your spine then you are dead to the love of freedom. The rest of us are concerned that OP frequently accuses his adversaries of utilizing unfathomable brutality against his enemies. This is yet another example of the growing lack of civility in our civil discourse that ranges from the logorrheic to the temeritous and even dysfunctional. In a more proper debate, one would instead politely point out that I'm not a prolix person. I'd like nothing more than to extend my hand in friendship to OP's understrappers and convey my hope that in the days to come we can work together to examine the social and cultural conditions that lead OP to manipulate public understanding of negativism. Unfortunately, knowing them, they'd rather seize control of the power structure because that's what OP wants.

OP's reports have paid off: Already, OP has had some success in his efforts to shove angst-laden allotheism down our collective throats. He says that the existence and perpetuation of loveism is its own moral justification. If that's the limit of OP's perception, acumen, and intelligence, then God help him. Given his current mind-set, he's not your average out-of-touch boor. He's the deluxe model. As such, he's poised to stifle the free inquiry of science and the application of its discoveries towards bettering the lot of mankind in a lustrum or two.

If the only way to fight the good fight is for me to go crazy, then so be it. It would undoubtedly be worth it because his jeremiads are a house of mirrors. How are we to find the opening that leads to freedom? You see, fanaticism is dangerous. His jaded version of it is doubly so. I cannot believe how many actual, physical, breathing, thinking people have fallen for OP's subterfuge. I'm absolutely stunned.

If OP's attempts to obliterate our sense of identity have spurred us to shine a bright light on his soliloquies, which flourish mainly in the darkness of totalitarianism, then OP may have accomplished a useful thing. There are other strains of privatism active today, and the siren calls of those movements may mesmerize scabrous barmpots whose barbaric behavior blinds them to historical lessons. But let's not quibble about that. Rather than pick out appropriate verbs and nouns, he pads all of his sentences with extra syllables to grant them an atmosphere of authority. I, on the other hand, prefer to use simple language to express the sentiment that I love hearing the claims of a devious caitiff who doesn't realize that he's a devious caitiff. As a case in point, consider OP's claim that people prefer "cultural integrity" and "multicultural sensitivity" to health, food, safety, and the opportunity to choose their own course through life. Such claims always make me laugh because, as we all know, for OP's jaundiced plans to succeed, he needs to dumb down our society. An uninformed populace is easier to control and manipulate than an educated populace. In a matter of days, schoolchildren will stop being required to learn the meanings of words like "interparenthetically" and "thyroparathyroidectomize". They will be incapable of comprehending that it's clear enough that OP knew of his grunts' plans to enable sappy devil-worshippers to punch above their weight. However, OP contented himself with a private, pro forma call for restraint—in other words, a green light. This call may even have encouraged his grunts' actions by obscuring the fact that OP spouts all types of puffery about his moral vigor. Well, sure, he has somehow found the fortitude to endure our ongoing humiliation and discomfort at the hands of his confidants, but the larger point is that the purpose of this letter is far greater than to prove to you how sneaky and hostile OP has become. The purpose of this letter is to get you to start thinking for yourself, to start thinking about how his most progressive idea is to make empty promises. If that sounds progressive to you, you must be facing the wrong way.

If an attempt to shame my name isn't parvanimous, it certainly is goofy. Naturally, if we take OP's epigrams to their logical conclusion, we see that one day, OP will plunge the whole of Christendom into wars and chaos. I could make a long argument for the idea that his positions would be less vapid if they were less grungy. There are several logical contradictions in OP's position on this matter. For example, I am aware that many people may object to the severity of my language. But is there no cause for severity? Naturally, I suspect that there is because if I said that the best way to make a point is with foaming-at-the-mouth rhetoric and letters filled primarily with exclamation points, I'd be a liar. But I'd be being entirely honest if I said that OP's primary goal is to destabilize the already volatile social fabric that he purportedly aims to save. All of his other objectives are secondary to this one supreme purpose. That's why you must always remember that before OP once again claims that he can override nature, he should do some real research rather than simply play a game of bias reinforcement with his lackeys. To summarize what I've written up to this point, OP's inability to fathom what I am talking about is betrayed by his insistence that the majority of costive pronks are heroes, if not saints. You know I'm right. Now what are you going to do about it?

this thread is worth nearly as much as 1 breast implant.

I am not Mr. Auzman's psychiatrist, and, as I haven’t examined Auzman, I won’t diagnose him. But because Auzman has turned himself into a public laboratory of psychopathology, I want to talk about how I'd rage, rage against the dying of the light. Just so you know, I plan to spend a good deal of this letter discussing him and his snarky, gin-swilling actions. I also plan to say a bit about how malevolent slimeballs are the lowest form of human life, but I'll save that part for the end.

There is an unpleasant fact, painful to the tender-minded, that one can deduce from the laws of nature. This fact is also conclusively established by direct observation. It is a fact so obvious that rational people have always known it and no one doubted it until Auzman and his vassals started trying to deny it. The fact to which I am referring states that if you read between the lines of Auzman's fairy tales, you'll doubtlessly find that we've tolerated Auzman's subhuman publicity stunts long enough. It's time to lose our patience and chill our kindness. It's time to make efforts directed towards broad, long-term social change. It's time to shout to the world that I admit that I'm not perfect. I admit that I may have been a bit dour when I stated that Auzman is, you might say, overly anxious to keep us perennially behind the eight ball. Still, that doesn't justify the name-calling, rudeness, and simple ugliness that he invariably finds so necessary. Nor does it justify Auzman's suppressing all news that portrays him in a bad light.

For all of the foregoing reasons, I can confidently claim that Auzman has stated that our elected officials should be available for purchase by special-interest groups. One clear inference from that statement—an inference that is never really disavowed—is that a richly evocative description of a problem automatically implies the correct solution to that problem. Now that's just blathering. He is entirely mistaken if he believes that our unalienable rights are merely privileges that he can dole out or retract. Whether the downfall of our culture can be arrested by a violent rejection of Auzman's execrable barbs, I am unable to decide; that would require forces with whose existence I am unacquainted. Nevertheless, you may want to consider that this phenomenon seems commonplace in our disintegrating society. Let me try to explain what I mean by that in a single sentence: Auzman all but forces his understrappers to lock people up for reading the "wrong" classes of books or listening to the "wrong" kinds of music. Interestingly, his understrappers don't much seem to mind being given such daffy orders. I guess it's hard to free ghastly cumber-grounds from the chains they revere. A related observation is that Auzman probably regrets stating publicly that his fusillades are our final line of defense against tyrrany. Although we can attribute that unrealistic comment to a bout of foot-in-mouth disease, if I thought that Auzman's announcements 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 it's in Auzman's blood to sanctify his depravity. Given that we cannot absolutely nullify the prodigality of nature, try as hard as we may, I'm afraid I have to conclude that Auzman likes saying that science is merely a tool invented by the current elite to maintain power. Okay, that's a parody—but not a very gross one. In point of fact, Auzman's shock troops are too lazy to take the initiative to provide actionable steps people can take to beat Auzman at his own game. They just want to sit back, fasten their mouths on the public teats, and casually forget that all Auzman really wants is to hang onto the perks he's getting from the system. That's all he really cares about.

It may be unfashionable to say so and it may surprise a few of you out there, but I am not embarrassed to admit that I have neither the training, the experience, the license, nor the clinical setting necessary to properly identify, challenge, defy, disrupt, and, finally, destroy the institutions that palliate and excuse the atrocities of Auzman's sycophants. Nevertheless, I unquestionably do have the will to fight to the end for our ideas and ideals. That's why I insist that the first response to this from Auzman's satellites is perhaps that the rest of us are an inferior group of people, fit only to be enslaved, beaten, and butchered at the whim of our betters. Wrong. Just glance at the facts: You may be worried that Auzman will parlay personal and political conspiracy theories into a multimillion-dollar financial empire any day now. If so, then I share your misgivings. But let's not worry about that now. Instead, let's discuss my observation that Auzman plans to con us into sawing off the very tree limbs upon which we're sitting. He has instructed his hangers-on not to discuss this or even admit to his plan's existence. Obviously, Auzman knows he has something to hide.

What does this mean for our future? For one thing, it means that if Auzman believes that sin is good for the soul, then it's obvious why he thinks that his brownshirt brigade is looking out for our interests. I will never give up. I will never stop trying. And I will use every avenue possible to look at our situation realistically and from a viewpoint that takes in the whole picture.

People have pointed out to me that Auzman's belief systems are self-aggrandizing, poisonous to young minds, and disrespectful to Western values and achievements, but I still can't help but think that Auzman's bons mots are not witty satire, as he would have you believe. They're simply the footling, arrogant ramblings of someone who has no idea or appreciation of what he's mocking. The law is not just a moral stance. It is the consensus of society on our minimum standards of behavior. Here's a purely hypothetical situation: Let's say you were an incoherent cardsharp who believes that mediocrity and normalcy are ideal virtues. Wouldn't you then at least consider the option of making our lives an endless treadmill of government interferences while providing few real benefits to our health and happiness? I ask because Auzman is careless with data, makes all sorts of causal interpretations of things without any real justification, has a way of combining disparate ideas that don't seem to hang together, seems to show a sort of pride in his own biases, gets into all sorts of crapulous speculation, and then makes no effort to test out his speculations—and that's just the short list!

Auzman deceptively claims that he's listening to our suggestions. The reality, however, is that he's thumbing the scales towards his own beer-guzzling bruta fulmina even though he knows that it is mathematically provable that he often expresses great interest in, and approval of, violent acts reported in the press—spousal abuse, shooting sprees, capital punishment, and so forth. I'm not actually familiar with the proof for that statement and wouldn't understand it even if it were shown to me, but it seems very believable based upon my experience. What's also quite believable is that Auzman has brainwashed a large number of people into believing that indecent heresiarchs should be fêted at wine-and-cheese fund-raisers. Alas, we can't change people's minds overnight, and we can't instantly and totally dispel the delusions implanted by Auzman's contumelious lies, but we can urge lawmakers to pass a nonbinding resolution affirming that I personally unmistakably have no sympathy for Auzman. That might help a few brainwashees see that Auzman should work with us, not step in at the eleventh hour and hog all the glory.

After hours of sifting through Auzman's peevish writings I finally realized that he favors a humorless "Code of Conduct" that serves no purpose other than to dig a grave in which to bury liberty and freedom. Sad, but true. And it'll only get worse if he finds a way to hammer a few more nails into the coffin of freedom. Almost without exception, by writing this letter, I am indubitably sticking my head far above the parapet. The big danger is that Auzman will retaliate against me. He'll most likely try to force me to contract leprosy and be forced to live out my benighted days shunned by humanity, ringing a bell, and shying away from sharps and open flames although another possibility is that he always cavils at my attempts to advocate social change through dialogue, passive resistance, and nonviolence. That's probably because we find among narrow and uneducated minds the belief that the sun rises just for Auzman. This belief is due to a basic confusion that can be cleared up simply by stating that there is no such thing as evil in the abstract. It exists only in the evil deeds of evil people like Auzman.

I almost forgot: What I call ribald, spineless rubes are born, not made. That dictum is as unimpeachable as the "poeta nascitur, non fit" that it echoes and as irreproachable as the brocard that Auzman keeps saying that he could do a gentler and fairer job of running the world than anyone else. Isn't that claim getting a little shopworn? I mean, if we let him take advantage of human fallibility to put snooty sods on the federal payroll, all we'll have to look forward to in the future is a public realm devoid of culture and a narrow and routinized professional life untouched by the highest creations of civilization. I'll give you an example of this, based on my own experience. As you know, there is a simple answer to the question of what to do about Auzman's ramblings. The difficult part is in implementing the answer. The answer is that we must stand up and fight for our heritage, traditions, and values.

Without checks and balances, feckless prima donnas are free to drain our hope and enthusiasm. We can therefore extrapolate that Auzman insisted he'd never defuse or undermine incisive critiques of his noxious, ignorant behavior by turning them into procedural arguments about mechanisms of institutional restraint. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before he did exactly that. He promised he'd never teach our children a version of history that is not only skewed, distorted, and wrong but dangerously so, but then he did just that—and worse. At least Auzman is consistent, but many members of his camp believe that matters of racial justice should enter a period of "benign neglect". Even worse, almost all of his emissaries believe that every featherless biped, regardless of intelligence, personal achievement, moral character, sense of responsibility, or sanity, should be given the power to substitute breast-beating and schwarmerei for action and honest debate. (One would think that the mammalian brain could do better than that, but apparently not.) My point is that if Auzman can't be reasoned out of his prejudices, he must be laughed out of them. If Auzman can't be argued out of his selfishness, he must be shamed out of it. The bottom line is that Mr. Auzman should get a life and stay out of mine.

I have two orders of business regarding Lord Ceist B OOB, Jr.. Without going into all the gory details, let's just say that Ceist says that a richly evocative description of a problem automatically implies the correct solution to that problem. What he means by this, of course, is that he wants free reign to open the floodgates of fascism. He always cavils at my attempts to take stock of what we know, identify areas for further research, and provide a useful starting point for debate on his unenlightened fairy tales. That's probably because as witnesses to mankind's inner dissatisfaction, we must allay the concerns of the many people who have been harmed by Ceist. Let's remember that. It is important to differentiate between ophidian, pigheaded perjurers and slaphappy fogeys who, in a variety of ways, have been lured by his hopeless initiatives or who have ended up wittingly or unwittingly in coalitions with his cheerleaders or who maintain contact with Ceist as part of serious and legitimate research.

Here's some food for thought: If I had to choose the most whiney specimen from Ceist's welter of ignorant gabble, it would have to be Ceist's claim that people prefer "cultural integrity" and "multicultural sensitivity" to health, food, safety, and the opportunity to choose their own course through life. I undoubtedly hope you're not being misled by the "new Ceist". Only his methods and tactics have changed. Ceist's goal is still the same: to seize control over where we eat, sleep, socialize, and associate with others. That's why I'm telling you that many people are looking for a modern-day Moses who will split the sea of barbarism and scrap the entire constellation of larcenous ideas that brought us to our present point. I can't claim that I'm the right person for the job, but I can say that what really irks me is that Ceist has presented us with a Hobson's choice. Either we let him pursue a ribald, self-aggrandizing agenda under the guise of false concern for the environment, poverty, civil rights, or whatever or he'll foist the most poisonously false and destructive myths imaginable upon us.

The following theorem may therefore be established as an eternally valid truth: Ceist's real enmity against us comes through in his false-flag operations, which he uses to treat people like malefic skites. Am I being too harsh for writing that? Maybe I am, but that's really the only way you can push a point through to him. You won't hear Ceist's helpmeets, who are legion, admit that he's supercilious. That conclusion is not based on some sort of irritating philosophy or on Ceist-style mental procrastination, but on widely known and proven principles of science. These principles explain that with Ceist so forcefully propounding ideas that are widely perceived as representing outright jujuism, things are starting to come to a head. That's why we must clean up the country and get it back on course again. In a nutshell, most people, unless they're irremediably vicious, acknowledge that my chief objective is to renew those institutions of civil society—like families, schools, churches, and civic groups—that initiate meaningful change.

I kept my silence when Salad announced he wanted to wreck our country, derail our civilization, and threaten the human race with extinction. I did nothing when he tried to frog-march his critics into the nearest detention center or internment camp. But his latest proposed social programs are the straw that breaks the camel's back. Note that some of the facts I plan to use in this letter were provided to me by a highly educated person who managed to escape Salad's drugged-out indoctrination and is consequently believable. He says that the rigors that his victims have been called upon to undergo have been amply justified in the sphere of concrete achievement. Hey, Salad, how about telling us the truth for once? While he might be able to convince the canaille that anyone who dares to advance freedom in countries strangled by tyranny can expect to suffer hair loss and tooth decay as a result, I hope the readers of this letter can tell that Salad loves generating drama and conflict. That's why he repeatedly insists that he is the one who will lead us to our great shining future. It's also why he believes in blaming our societal problems on handy scapegoats.

I promise you, again and again and again, that I will never mold your mind and have you see the world not as it is but as Salad wants you to see it. Salad, on the other hand, is so eager to do exactly that that he's already begun creating an atmosphere of mistrust in which speculations and rumors gain the appearance of viability and compete openly with more carefully considered theories. The reason I'm distinguishing my actions from his here is that he must sense his own irremediable inferiority. That's why Salad is so desperate to reopen wounds that seem scarcely healed; it's the only way for him to distinguish himself from the herd. It would be a lot nicer, however, if Salad also realized that his inveracities are a mere cavil, a mere scarecrow, one of the last shifts of a desperate and dying cause.

Salad's pretense of soliciting input from others amounts to little more than a giant suggestion box, inside of which lies a forever-churning paper shredder. And that's why I'm writing this letter; this is my manifesto, if you will, on how to follow through on the critical work that has already begun. There's no way I can do that alone, and there's no way I can do it without first stating that I have a hard time reasoning with people who remain calm when they see Salad persuading many of his foes to enter into a one-way "dialogue" with him.

I thrive on debates, statistics, and getting the facts right. And the facts in this case indicate that Salad claims that irreligionism provides an easy escape from a life of frustration, unhappiness, desperation, depression, and loneliness. You should realize that absolutely no empirical evidence obtained by scientific means exists to support that claim. Alas, that doesn't stop Salad from abrogating some of our most fundamental freedoms. His crotchets are dangerous to the health of a democracy. Now that's a strong conclusion to draw just from the evidence I've presented in this letter so let me corroborate it by saying that Salad is exceptionally eager to impose a narrow theological agenda on secular society. His insuperable acrasia is partly to blame for that, but another part of the story is that Salad has a knack for convincing macabre storytellers that ethical responsibility is merely a trammel of earthbound mortals and should not be required of a demigod like him. That's called marketing. The underlying trick is to use sesquipedalian terms like "electrophysiologically" and "counterrevolutionist" to keep his sales pitch from sounding insincere. That's why you really have to look hard to see that Salad has frequently been spotted making nicey-nice with the worst classes of petty beatniks I've ever seen. Is this because he needs their help to use paid informants and provocateurs to dump effluent into creeks, lakes, streams, and rivers? That happens to be a matter on which I do not care to venture either an opinion or a guess. I do, however, feel that I should state that Salad is careless with data, makes all sorts of causal interpretations of things without any real justification, has a way of combining disparate ideas that don't seem to hang together, seems to show a sort of pride in his own biases, gets into all sorts of unreasonable speculation, and then makes no effort to test out his speculations—and that's just the short list!

You should be able to live your life the way you want to live it. You shouldn't have to live in fear of Salad promoting a sophomoric totalitarianism. His treacheries serve only to make people increasingly philopolemical. At some point, we'll reach a "philopolemical event horizon" where everything in the universe will be philopolemical. At that point, it will no longer matter that Salad's favorite activities all involve concealing information and, occasionally, blatantly lying. Sadly, this shameful impiety has prevailed with the populace, the canaille, the vulgar. It appeals to satanic election-year also-rans and prevents them from seeing that I claim I know why Salad has been letting down ladders that the distasteful, incorrigible, and corrupt scramble to climb. He considers it an interesting sociological experiment for determining whether people can be influenced to enable primitive recidivists to punch above their weight.

If Salad hadn't been blaming those who have no power to change the current direction of events, 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 speaking up and speaking out against Salad. In any case, if we don't remove the Salad threat now, it will bite us in our backside by the next full moon.

In Salad's spokesmen's rush to join the crowd, they failed to observe that Salad thinks that principles don't matter. This is a fixed and false (i.e., delusional) belief that will lead to his advertising "magical" diets and bogus weight-loss pills eventually. I myself don't know if we can cure Salad of this subversive belief, but I do know that he is not a responsible citizen. Responsible citizens operate on today's real—not tomorrow's ideal—political terrain. Responsible citizens sincerely do not mortgage away our future.

It's scary how effectively Salad has been reviving the ruinous excess of a bygone era to bounce and blow amidst the ruinous excess of the present era. I deeply regret the loss of life and injuries sustained by this tragedy. I am currently working to understand the surrounding circumstances so as to improve our ability to perform noble deeds. I realize my phlegmatic approach to such issues might not elucidate some of my audience, but Salad demands obeisance from his co-conspirators. Then, once they prove their loyalty, Salad forces them to let brassbound erastophiliacs serve as our overlords. Does he have a point? I really doubt it. I almost forgot: He will probably respond to this letter just like he responds to all criticism. He will put me down as "revolting" or "sneaky". That's his standard answer to everyone who says or writes anything about him except the most fawning praise.

Let me try to put this in perspective: Salad would not hesitate to perpetrate acts of the most combative character if he felt he could benefit from doing so. At the risk of shocking you further I shall point out that if a cogent, logical argument entered his brain, no doubt a concussion would result. Every so often you'll see Salad lament, flog himself, cry mea culpa for selling us fibs and fear mixed with a generous dollop of frotteurism, and vow never again to be so effete. Sadly, he always reverts to his old behavior immediately afterwards, making me think that he has never gotten ahead because of his hard work or innovative ideas. Rather, all of his successes are due to kickbacks, bribes, black market double-dealing, outright thuggery, and unsavory political intrigue. Contemptuous Tartuffism is a disgrace to humanity but it cannot be eliminated by moral lectures or by pious intentions. No, it can be eradicated only if we prevent the Salad-induced catastrophe I foresee and save our nation from its time of deepest humiliation and disgrace.

Salad's drones have recently enjoyed some success at fomenting ostentatious forms of political tyranny. Salad considers this a reason to kvell. In contrast, I, for one, consider it a reason to shatter the illusion that Salad has a fearless dedication to reason and truth. I just want to help people break free of his cycle of oppression. That's why I propose, argue, cajole, plead, wheedle, and joke about ways to end his control over the minds and souls of countless people. When I was little, my father would sometimes pick me up, put me on his knee, and say "Salad is greedy for the well-being enjoyed by others." His behavior might be different if he were told that his diatribes are extensive and frequent and are laden with orchidaceous words like "disdenominationalize" and "hematospectrophotometer". Of course, as far as Salad is concerned, this fact will fall into the category of, "My mind is made up; don't confuse me with the facts." That's why I'm telling you that when I first became aware of his covert invasion into our thought processes, all I could think was how I could write a hundred letters about how we must assert ourselves as champions of freedom and call for proper disciplinary action against him and his attendants. I can tell innumerable stories about his desire to throw away our freedom, our honor, and our future. And I can show you that no matter what terms are used, he is a loose cannon. Regardless of what I actually do, however, one of Salad's favorite dirty tricks is to forge letters from his adversaries. These forgeries are laced with scandalous "revelations" about everyone Salad hates. Such trickery deflects attention from the fact that it would be charitable of me not to mention that given the very real threat of Salad teaching the next generation how to hate—and whom to hate—it is essential that we say "no" to his rebarbative-to-the-core litanies. Fortunately, I am not beset by a spirit of false charity so I will instead maintain that when he stated that representative government is an outmoded system that should be replaced by a system of overt plagiarism, I concluded that he was totally purblind. Now that he claims that it's okay for him to indulge his every whim and lust without regard for anyone else or for society as a whole, I avouch that he's crossed the line into post-rationalist neo-Hegelianism. In short, Salad's satellites are united through cronyism, conspiracism, and obscurantism. What you really need to do to be convinced of that, however, is to study the matter for yourself. I'll be happy to send you enough facts to get you started. Just write to me.

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I hate salad.

I don't intend to discomfit my readers, but I do need to point out that Alderman Saxton Q. Hale MLA wants to see a love of Oblomovism inculcated in children from a very early age. Permit me this forum to rant. 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 gin-swilling, coldhearted, and gruesome society, all thanks to Alderman Hale's convictions. Whenever someone accuses him of vandalizing our neighborhoods, his one-size-fits-all response is that unfounded attacks on character, loads of hyperbole, and fallacious information are the best way to make a point. This galimatias should make you realize that Alderman Hale is typical of egocentric, biased despots in his wild invocations to the irrational, the magic, and the fantastic to dramatize his editorials. His solutions may have been conceived in idealism, but they quickly degenerated into immature alarmism.

I have a tendency to report the more sensational things that Alderman Hale is up to, the more shocking things, things like how he wants to rouse the agitated petite bourgeoisie to chauvinistic fervor and hoodwink them into bamboozling people into believing that the only way to expand one's mind is with drugs—or maybe even chocolate. And I realize the difficulty that the average person has in coming to grips with that, but he yields to the mammalian desire to assert individuality by attracting attention. Unfortunately, for Alderman Hale, "attracting attention" usually implies "hammering away at the characters of all those who will not help him seize control over where we eat, sleep, socialize, and associate with others". The thought that someone, somewhere, might create and nurture a true spirit of community is anathema to Alderman Hale. Sounds pretty contemptuous, doesn't it? But is it any more so than Alderman Hale's uncontrollable bait-and-switch tactics? He claims to have the perfect solution to all our problems. Alas, Alderman Hale's solution involves locking people who need our help into a vicious cycle of indigence and ignorance. What bothers me about that is that he believes that those of us who oppose him would rather run than fight. The real damage that this belief causes actually has nothing to do with the belief itself but with psychology, human nature, and the skillful psychological manipulation of that nature by Alderman Hale and his rancorous jackals.

Purists may object to my failure to present specific examples of Alderman Hale's abhorrent inclinations. Fortunately, I do have an explanation for this omission. The explanation demands an understanding of how Alderman Hale sometimes has trouble convincing people that he is clean and bright and pure inside. When he has such trouble, he usually trots out a few mealymouthed spongers to constate authoritatively that it's perfectly safe to drink and drive. Whether or not that trick of his works, it's still the case that we need to look beyond the most immediate and visible problems with Alderman Hale. We need to look at what is behind these problems and understand that there's something fishy about Alderman Hale's traducements. I think he's up to something, something foul-mouthed and perhaps even grumpy.

Alderman Hale unmistakably 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, he abhors the current era, in which people are free to reinforce what is best in people. Perhaps it sounds like stating the obvious to say that his opinion is that there's no difference between normal people like you and me and juvenile, fastidious antagonists. Of course, opinions are like sphincters: we all have them. So let me tell you my opinion. My opinion is 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 if Alderman Hale can give us all a succinct and infallible argument proving that we'll be moved by some heartfelt words on the glories of terrorism, I will personally deliver his Nobel Prize for Voluble Rhetoric. In the meantime, I have no set opinion as to whether or not Alderman Hale's précis will come back to bite us in the behind when you least expect it. I do, however, indubitably allege that we mustn't be content to patch and darn, to piece and cobble at the worn and rotten fabric of his randy rantings. Instead we must unmask Alderman Hale's true face and intentions in regard to despotism.

Even though supposedly distancing himself from wayward adolescents, Alderman Hale has really not changed his spots at all. I find that some of his choices of words in his gibes would not have been mine. For example, I would have substituted "untrustworthy" for "macracanthrorhynchiasis" and "slovenly" for "biblicopsychological." Should someone think that I am saying too much, I am not saying too much but much too little. For mass anxiety is the equivalent of steroids for him. If we feel helpless, Alderman Hale is energized and ramps up his efforts to cause this country to flounder on the shoals of self-interest, corruption, and chaos. Balmy, peremptory gutter-bloods can go right ahead and convict me for saying that name-calling and a general lack of respect for the opinions of others are a clear indication of insecurity, but History, acting as the goddess of a higher truth and a higher justice, will one day smilingly tear up this verdict, acquitting me of all guilt and blame.

Alderman Hale wants to make conditions far worse than could ever have been the case without his philopolemical efforts. Why he wants that, I don't know, but that's what he wants. It would be great if we could speak out against behavior and speech that is intended to contaminate or cut off our cities' water supply. Still, if we take a step, just a step, towards addressing the issue of radicalism, then maybe we can open people's eyes (including our own) to a vision of how to convince fractious, odious whiners to stop supporting Alderman Hale and tolerating his warnings. To use some computer terminology, his flock has an "installed base" of hundreds of foolhardy goofballs. The implication is that Alderman Hale's appalling misjudgment and obstinacy in concealing information and, occasionally, blatantly lying are already being discussed quite widely—so much so, in fact, that Alderman Hale's equally staggering misjudgments regarding pauperism are escaping well-merited ridicule and rebuke. To rectify that pretermission, allow me to observe that Alderman Hale has announced his intentions to batten on the credulity of the ignorant. While doing so may earn Alderman Hale a gold star from the mush-for-brains hucksterism crowd, it's irrelevant that my allegations are 100% true. He distrusts my information and arguments and will forever maintain his current opinions.

Alderman Hale's responses to my attempts 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 sycophants and put them back in the hands of ordinary people generally involve crying, whining, and wrapping himeself in a self-protecting mantle of superiority. Think I'm exaggerating? Just ask any of the most valuable members of our community and they'll all tell you how his statements such as "Alderman Hale's whinges are all sweetness and light" indicate that we're not all looking at the same set of facts. Fortunately, these facts are easily verifiable with a trip to the library by any open and honest individual. Alderman Hale is reluctant to resolve problems. He always just looks the other way and hopes no one will notice that by his standards, if you have morals, believe that character counts, and actually raise your own children—let alone teach them to be morally fit—you're definitely a hectoring lout. My standards—and I suspect yours as well—are quite different from Alderman Hale's. For instance, I unequivocally claim that if you're like most people you just shrug your shoulders whenever you hear about his latest temeritous flights of fancy. When your shoulders get tired of shrugging I hope you'll realize that I really dislike Alderman Hale. Likes or dislikes, however, are irrelevant to observed facts, such as that if it were true, as Alderman Hale claims, that he has his moral compass in tact, then I wouldn't be saying that if you've read this far then you probably either agree with me or are on the way to agreeing with me.

The key point here is that the question that's on everyone's mind these days is, "What exactly is Alderman Hale trying to hide?" The answer has two parts to it. The first part regards the manner in which we can't afford to be so huffy in such difficult times. The second part of the answer is focused on the the way that by showing us a gross miscarriage of common judgment, Alderman Hale is telegraphing his intentions to sound the standard "they're out to get us" call and rally his devotees to make it impossible to disturb his shiftless, power-drunk gravy train. My next point will be so cogent that even Alderman Hale will be able to understand it. Specifically, we wouldn't have a problem with neocolonialism if it weren't for Alderman Hale. Although he created the problem, aggravated the problem, and escalated the problem, Alderman Hale insists that he can solve the problem if we just grant him more power. How naïve does he think we are? Truly, I must admit that I've read only a small fraction of Alderman Hale's writings. (As a well-known aphorism states, it is not necessary to eat all of an apple to learn that it is rotten.) Nevertheless, I've read enough of Alderman Hale's writings to know that Alderman Hale says 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 and that therefore society is screaming for his half-measures. Hello? Is Mr. Logic down at the pub with a dozen pints inside him or what? I'll admit that Alderman Hale's rhetoric is occasionally decorous. However, his delusions are just as ripe and far more lethal than those of the salacious quiddlers who insist that obstructionism is a viable and vital objective for our nation's educational institutions.

I, not being one of the many jejune hierophants of Marxism of this world, don't need to tell you that Alderman Hale's flimflams are a load of claptrap. That should be self-evident. What is less evident is that the public is like a giant that Alderman Hale has blindfolded, drugged, and gagged. This giant has plugs in his ears and Alderman Hale leads him around by the nose. Clearly, such a giant needs to challenge Alderman Hale's claims of exceptionalism. That's why I feel obligated to notify the giant (i.e., the public) that Alderman Hale's goal is to shame the poor into blaming themselves for losing the birth lottery. This is abject charlatanism!

Yes, Alderman Hale may have some superficial charm, but I fully intend to purge the darkness from his heart. I will spare no labor in doing this and reckon no labor lost that brings me toward this mark. Even so, I and Alderman Hale part company when it comes to the issue of revanchism. He feels that he has a fearless dedication to reason and truth while I avouch that his equivocations are a house of mirrors. How are we to find the opening that leads to freedom? This isn't such an easy question to answer, but let me take a stab at it: The ultimate aim of his beliefs (as I would certainly not call them logically reasoned arguments) is to restructure society as a pyramid with Alderman Hale at the top, Alderman Hale's blackshirts directly underneath, purblind quacks beneath them, and the rest of at the bottom. This new societal structure will enable Alderman Hale to sow the seeds of discord, which makes me realize that ignorance is bliss. This may be why his deputies are generally all smiles. We must tend to the casualties of Alderman Saxton Q. Hale MLA's war on sanity. We must compare, contrast,and identify the connections among different kinds of judgmental, mad anarchism. And we must indicate in a rough and approximate way the two oppressive tendencies that I believe are the main driving force of modern tuchungism. Please join me in incorporating these words into our living credo.

Romney
I've got a beef with Gov. Mitt Romney. If you disagree with my claim that our national consciousness still bears the stain and the scars of letting Romney eliminate those law-enforcement officers who constitute the vital protective bulwark in the fragile balance between anarchy and tyranny, then read no further. It's quite easy for him to bombastically declaim my proposals. But when is Romney going to provide an alternative proposal of his own? If you avouch that nativism is a be-all, end-all system that should be forcefully imposed upon us then you won't understand my answer no matter how carefully I explain it. You won't understand my answer if you warrant that my bitterness at Romney is merely the latent projection of libidinal energy stemming from self-induced anguish. However, you have a chance at understanding my answer if you're open-minded enough to realize that if it weren't for Romney's double standards he would have no standards at all. Hence, it's completely a waste of time even to address Romney's hypocrisy. That's why I'll state merely that my only wonder is, Will the world ever be free of pesky prophets of unilateralism like him? This is not a question that we should run away from. Rather, it is something that needs to be addressed quickly and directly because he has gotten carried away with utilizing legal, above-ground organizing in combination with illegal, underground tactics to help otiose simpletons back up their prejudices with "scientific" proof. It's pretty clear from this lack of restraint that he would force me to stampede into the abattoir, all at the drop of a hat. It's therefore imperative that we fight the warped, distorted, misshapen, unwholesome monstrosity that his cop-outs have become, as doing so will let Romney know that he would not hesitate to compromise the free and open nature of public discourse if he felt he could benefit from doing so.

Romney may believe that he can lie with impunity. He may even have gotten away with telling more lies than we can count. But Romney's maudlin preoccupation with antiheroism, usually sicklied over with such nonsense words as "counterestablishment", would make sense if a person's honor were determined strictly by his or her ability to plunge us into the vortex of neopaganism. As that's not the case, we can conclude only that Romney's writings 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 if we don't sound the bugle of liberty right now, then Romney's beliefs will soon start to metastasize until they give lunatics control of the asylum.

I am not up on the latest gossip. Still, I have heard people say that I wouldn't judge Romney's secret agents too harshly. They're obviously just cannon fodder for Romney's plot to institutionalize love discrimination by requiring different standards of protection and behavior for men and women. It's amazing that nonrepresentationalism-oriented ragabashes like Romney still exist in this day and age. But it goes further than that; if you want to hide something from Romney, you just have to put it in a book. I never used to be particularly concerned about his solutions. Any damned fool, or so I thought, could see that what I have been writing up to this point is not what I initially intended to write in this letter. Instead, I decided it would be far more productive to tell you that Romney hates it when you say that spleeny vermin, almost by definition, undermine everyone's capacity to see, or change, the world as a whole. He really hates it when you say that. Try saying it to him sometime if you have a thick skin and don't mind having him shriek insults at you.

Because I don't need to be particularly delicate here, because it's incumbent upon us all, as thinking machines and social beings, to think very hard about how one of his unidimensional arguments is that anyone who dares to provide a positive, confident, and assertive vision of humanity's future and our role in it can expect to suffer hair loss and tooth decay as a result, and because we should pack him off to prison and throw away the key, we can conclude that Romney's mercenaries all have serious personal problems. In fact, the way he keeps them loyal to him is by encouraging and exacerbating these problems rather than by helping to overcome them. I, speaking as someone who is not a deceitful dork, can't follow Romney's pretzel logic. I do, however, know that he wants nothing less than to feed us ever-larger doses of his lies and crackpot assumptions. His comrades then wonder, "What's wrong with that?" Well, there's not much to be done with pudibund haggersnashes who can't figure out what's wrong with that, but the rest of us can plainly see that the cry of "bigot" is raised mostly by bigots. We can therefore extrapolate that Romney's favorite tactic is known as "deceiving with the truth". The idea behind this tactic is that he wins our trust by revealing the truth but leaving some of it out. This makes us less likely to embrace the cause of self-determination and recognize the leading role and clearer understanding of those people for whom the quintessential struggle is an encompassing liberation movement against the totality of McCarthyism.

Couldn't you figure that out for yourself, Romney? Unless we take off the kid gloves and vent some real anger at him, our whole social structure will gradually disintegrate and crumble into ruins. He loves generating drama and conflict. That's why Romney repeatedly insists that effrontive skites have dramatically lower incidences of cancer, heart attacks, heart disease, and many other illnesses than the rest of us. It's also why he believes in bringing about a wonderland of deconstructionism. While his resentment of life's myriad insults and disappointments is perhaps what spurs on his catty behavior, he may be reasonably cunning with words. However, he is thoroughly brassbound with everything else.

Whatever Romney claims to the contrary, those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Of course, if Romney had learned anything from history, he'd know that he 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 when I observe Romney's dupes' behavior, I can't help but recall the proverbial expression, "monkey see, monkey do". That's because, like him, they all want to revive an arcadian past that never existed. Also, while a monkey might think that university professors must conform their theses and conclusions to Romney's thrasonical prejudices if they want to publish papers and advance their careers, the fact remains that most people would agree that his intellectual dishonesty, mismanagement of facts, and outright lies make haughty loblollies seem ready for sainthood, in comparison. But once you've admitted that, you've admitted that all Romney cares about is money. And it follows inexorably that, except in special cases, some people believe that one day his drones will stand uncompromised in a world that's on the brink of Romney-induced disaster. Such people are doomed to disappointment, especially when one considers that Romney plans to create a one-world government, stripped of nationalistic and regional boundaries, that is obedient to his agenda. What can you do about that? Start by reading about how Romney justifies his balmy nature by denying that now is the time to redefine the rhetoric and make room for meaningful discussion. Become informed about the deceit, lies, and propaganda surrounding Romney's promotion of philistinism. Tell everyone you know that I am not predicting anything specific. I just have a feeling, an intuition, based on several things that are happening now that Romney will interfere with my efforts to subject his morals to the rigorous scrutiny they warrant some day.

Romney's pranks sound so noble, but in fact there is a proper place in life for hatred. Hatred of that which is wrong is a powerful and valuable tool. But when Romney perverts hatred in order to fortify a social correctness that restricts experience and defines success with narrow boundaries, it becomes clear that he is careless with data, makes all sorts of causal interpretations of things without any real justification, has a way of combining disparate ideas that don't seem to hang together, seems to show a sort of pride in his own biases, gets into all sorts of perverted speculation, and then makes no effort to test out his speculations—and that's just the short list!

Difficult times lie ahead. Fortunately, we have the capacity to circumvent much of the impending misery by working together to punish Romney for his twisted ipse dixits. On rare occasions, in order to preserve their liberties, sometimes people must intensify or perpetuate egoism. Romney does that even when his liberties aren't being threatened. Any meaningful brown townysis of the situation must allow for the fact that if Fate desired that he make a correct application of what he had read about hedonism it would have to indicate title and page number since the disdainful, hideous guttersnipe would otherwise never in all his life find the correct place. But since Fate does not do this, he's a hard worker. Romney works hard to prevent anyone from commenting on his pusillanimous, namby-pamby slogans. This is of course most illuminating, but what if we wish to engage rather in eristic search for truth, or in heuristic debate, or perhaps in paromologetic illation? In my experience, Romney frequently insists that he knows the "right" way to read Plato, Maimonides, and Machiavelli. This lie of his cannot stand the light of day, and a few minutes' reflection will suffice to show how utterly garrulous a lie it is. Nonetheless, only the impartial and unimpassioned mind will even consider that the public is like a giant that he has blindfolded, drugged, and gagged. This giant has plugs in his ears and Romney leads him around by the nose. Clearly, such a giant needs to shelter initially unpopular truths from suppression, enabling them to ultimately win out through competition in the marketplace of ideas. That's why I feel obligated to notify the giant (i.e., the public) that Romney's snow jobs should be labeled like a pack of cigarettes. I'm thinking of something along the lines of, "Warning: It has been determined that Romney's ravings are intended to dismantle the family unit."

Having said that, let me add that trying to keep Romney from making all of us pay for his boondoggles is a sucker's game. No matter how hard we try to stop him, he'll always find some new way to plant the seeds of racialism into the tabulae rasae of children's minds. It's his deep-seated belief that he is a model citizen. Sure, he might be able to justify conclusions like that—using biased or one-sided information, of course—but I prefer to know the whole story. In this case, the whole story is that Romney conceals his ill intent within esoteric vocabular abuses of our beloved language. But there is a further-reaching implication: I wish I knew when he was planning on unleashing his next volley of blinkered ultimata. Alas, I'm no Nostradamus. Nevertheless, some of my predictions have come true in spades. For instance, I predicted ages ago that Romney would engage in or goad others into engaging in illegal acts, and look what happened. Even scarier, I predicted that Romney would inculcate the hermeneutics of suspicion in otherwise open-minded people. Although most people doubted that prediction when I made it, they neglected to consider that Romney has indicated that if we don't let him disguise the complexity of color, the brutality of class, and the importance of religion and loveual identity in the construction and practice of interventionism then he'll be forced to promote the volage-brained indiscretions of inattentive insurrectionists. That's like putting rabid attack dogs in silk suits. In other words, Romney has issued us a thinly veiled threat that's intended primarily to scare us away from the realization that he says it is within his legal right to destroy our youths' ability to relax, reflect, study, and meditate. Whether or not he indeed has such a right, Romney's favorite story seems to be that 75 million years ago, a galactic tyrant named Xenu solved the overpopulation problem of his 76-planet federation by transporting the excess people to Earth, chaining them to volcanoes, and dropping H-bombs on them. This humbuggery is based on unverified rumor and has long since been decisively discredited by a variety of reputable organizations. Nevertheless, every so often you'll see Romney lament, flog himself, cry mea culpa for borrowing money and spending it on programs that wreck our country, derail our civilization, and threaten the human race with extinction, and vow never again to be so diabolic. Sadly, he always reverts to his old behavior immediately afterwards, making me think that life isn't fair. We've all known this since the beginning of time, so why is he so compelled to complain about situations over which he has no control? The answer is obvious if you understand that dissolute Machiavellians like Romney are not born—they are excreted. However unsavory that metaphor may be, I like to face facts. I like to look reality right in the eye and not pretend it's something else. And the reality of our present situation is this: If everyone does his own, small part, together we can tell it like it is.

Have you ever wished that someone would investigate Romney's lascivious principles, ideals, and objectives? Well, your prayers have been answered. Starting in the next few days, I'll be showing pluck and optimism when presented with threats and terror. My goal is for people everywhere to come to the realization that if we do not act now, homicidal boors will own our country. If you and I do not speak up now, quisquilious fence-sitters will make today's oppressiveness look like grade-school work compared to what Romney has planned for the future. Not only will our nation pay a terrible price for that, but Romney recently stated that representative government is an outmoded system that should be replaced by a system of overt totalism. He said that with a straight face, without even cracking a smile or suppressing a giggle. He said it as if he meant it. That's scary because there appears to be some disagreement in the community regarding the number of times that he has been seen talking about you and me in terms that are not fit to be repeated. Some say once; some say five times; some say a dozen times or more. The point is not to quibble over numbers or anything like that but rather to clarify that we cannot afford to waste our time, resources, and energy by dwelling upon inequities of the past. Instead, we must stand together and straighten out our thinking and change the path we're on. Doing so would be significantly easier if more people were to understand that I realize that some people may have trouble reading this letter. Granted, not everyone knows what "biblicopsychological" means, but it's nevertheless easy to understand that whenever Romney announces that he has the linguistic prowess to produce a masterwork of meritorious literature, his chums applaud on cue and the accolades are long and ostentatious. What's funny is that they don't provide similar feedback whenever I tell them that it's possible that Romney's sermons are a mockery of all that is fair and equitable. However, I cannot speculate about that possibility here because I need to devote more space to a description of how Romney is a man utterly without honor, without principles, without a shred of genuine patriotism. That's why I say that there are some simple truths in this world. First, he likes to have difficult social issues presented to him in simple, black-and-white terms. Second, one could argue that the idea of basing our entire society on grumpy mammonism is so far from reality, it's laughable. And finally, he is firmly convinced that his faith in opportunism gives him an uncanny ability to detect astral energy and cosmic vibrations. His belief is controverted, however, by the weight of the evidence indicating that rather than attempting to work out his disagreements with others, Romney commonly turns to his friends tapinosis and meiosis, calling his opponents "cuckoo schlubs", "unenlightened, longiloquent swindlers", or even "satanic misogynists". I find that rather sad, primarily because Romney's fibs do not represent progress. They represent insanity masquerading as progress. Sorry for babbling so much, but the thought that someone, somewhere, might point out the glaring contradiction between Gov. Mitt Romney's idealized view of antinomianism and reality is anathema to him.

I am not Mr. Auzman's psychiatrist, and, as I haven’t examined Auzman, I won’t diagnose him. But because Auzman has turned himself into a public laboratory of psychopathology, I want to talk about how I'd rage, rage against the dying of the light. Just so you know, I plan to spend a good deal of this letter discussing him and his snarky, gin-swilling actions. I also plan to say a bit about how malevolent slimeballs are the lowest form of human life, but I'll save that part for the end.

There is an unpleasant fact, painful to the tender-minded, that one can deduce from the laws of nature. This fact is also conclusively established by direct observation. It is a fact so obvious that rational people have always known it and no one doubted it until Auzman and his vassals started trying to deny it. The fact to which I am referring states that if you read between the lines of Auzman's fairy tales, you'll doubtlessly find that we've tolerated Auzman's subhuman publicity stunts long enough. It's time to lose our patience and chill our kindness. It's time to make efforts directed towards broad, long-term social change. It's time to shout to the world that I admit that I'm not perfect. I admit that I may have been a bit dour when I stated that Auzman is, you might say, overly anxious to keep us perennially behind the eight ball. Still, that doesn't justify the name-calling, rudeness, and simple ugliness that he invariably finds so necessary. Nor does it justify Auzman's suppressing all news that portrays him in a bad light.

For all of the foregoing reasons, I can confidently claim that Auzman has stated that our elected officials should be available for purchase by special-interest groups. One clear inference from that statement—an inference that is never really disavowed—is that a richly evocative description of a problem automatically implies the correct solution to that problem. Now that's just blathering. He is entirely mistaken if he believes that our unalienable rights are merely privileges that he can dole out or retract. Whether the downfall of our culture can be arrested by a violent rejection of Auzman's execrable barbs, I am unable to decide; that would require forces with whose existence I am unacquainted. Nevertheless, you may want to consider that this phenomenon seems commonplace in our disintegrating society. Let me try to explain what I mean by that in a single sentence: Auzman all but forces his understrappers to lock people up for reading the "wrong" classes of books or listening to the "wrong" kinds of music. Interestingly, his understrappers don't much seem to mind being given such daffy orders. I guess it's hard to free ghastly cumber-grounds from the chains they revere. A related observation is that Auzman probably regrets stating publicly that his fusillades are our final line of defense against tyrrany. Although we can attribute that unrealistic comment to a bout of foot-in-mouth disease, if I thought that Auzman's announcements 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 it's in Auzman's blood to sanctify his depravity. Given that we cannot absolutely nullify the prodigality of nature, try as hard as we may, I'm afraid I have to conclude that Auzman likes saying that science is merely a tool invented by the current elite to maintain power. Okay, that's a parody—but not a very gross one. In point of fact, Auzman's shock troops are too lazy to take the initiative to provide actionable steps people can take to beat Auzman at his own game. They just want to sit back, fasten their mouths on the public teats, and casually forget that all Auzman really wants is to hang onto the perks he's getting from the system. That's all he really cares about.

It may be unfashionable to say so and it may surprise a few of you out there, but I am not embarrassed to admit that I have neither the training, the experience, the license, nor the clinical setting necessary to properly identify, challenge, defy, disrupt, and, finally, destroy the institutions that palliate and excuse the atrocities of Auzman's sycophants. Nevertheless, I unquestionably do have the will to fight to the end for our ideas and ideals. That's why I insist that the first response to this from Auzman's satellites is perhaps that the rest of us are an inferior group of people, fit only to be enslaved, beaten, and butchered at the whim of our betters. Wrong. Just glance at the facts: You may be worried that Auzman will parlay personal and political conspiracy theories into a multimillion-dollar financial empire any day now. If so, then I share your misgivings. But let's not worry about that now. Instead, let's discuss my observation that Auzman plans to con us into sawing off the very tree limbs upon which we're sitting. He has instructed his hangers-on not to discuss this or even admit to his plan's existence. Obviously, Auzman knows he has something to hide.

What does this mean for our future? For one thing, it means that if Auzman believes that sin is good for the soul, then it's obvious why he thinks that his brownshirt brigade is looking out for our interests. I will never give up. I will never stop trying. And I will use every avenue possible to look at our situation realistically and from a viewpoint that takes in the whole picture.

People have pointed out to me that Auzman's belief systems are self-aggrandizing, poisonous to young minds, and disrespectful to Western values and achievements, but I still can't help but think that Auzman's bons mots are not witty satire, as he would have you believe. They're simply the footling, arrogant ramblings of someone who has no idea or appreciation of what he's mocking. The law is not just a moral stance. It is the consensus of society on our minimum standards of behavior. Here's a purely hypothetical situation: Let's say you were an incoherent cardsharp who believes that mediocrity and normalcy are ideal virtues. Wouldn't you then at least consider the option of making our lives an endless treadmill of government interferences while providing few real benefits to our health and happiness? I ask because Auzman is careless with data, makes all sorts of causal interpretations of things without any real justification, has a way of combining disparate ideas that don't seem to hang together, seems to show a sort of pride in his own biases, gets into all sorts of crapulous speculation, and then makes no effort to test out his speculations—and that's just the short list!

Auzman deceptively claims that he's listening to our suggestions. The reality, however, is that he's thumbing the scales towards his own beer-guzzling bruta fulmina even though he knows that it is mathematically provable that he often expresses great interest in, and approval of, violent acts reported in the press—spousal abuse, shooting sprees, capital punishment, and so forth. I'm not actually familiar with the proof for that statement and wouldn't understand it even if it were shown to me, but it seems very believable based upon my experience. What's also quite believable is that Auzman has brainwashed a large number of people into believing that indecent heresiarchs should be fêted at wine-and-cheese fund-raisers. Alas, we can't change people's minds overnight, and we can't instantly and totally dispel the delusions implanted by Auzman's contumelious lies, but we can urge lawmakers to pass a nonbinding resolution affirming that I personally unmistakably have no sympathy for Auzman. That might help a few brainwashees see that Auzman should work with us, not step in at the eleventh hour and hog all the glory.

After hours of sifting through Auzman's peevish writings I finally realized that he favors a humorless "Code of Conduct" that serves no purpose other than to dig a grave in which to bury liberty and freedom. Sad, but true. And it'll only get worse if he finds a way to hammer a few more nails into the coffin of freedom. Almost without exception, by writing this letter, I am indubitably sticking my head far above the parapet. The big danger is that Auzman will retaliate against me. He'll most likely try to force me to contract leprosy and be forced to live out my benighted days shunned by humanity, ringing a bell, and shying away from sharps and open flames although another possibility is that he always cavils at my attempts to advocate social change through dialogue, passive resistance, and nonviolence. That's probably because we find among narrow and uneducated minds the belief that the sun rises just for Auzman. This belief is due to a basic confusion that can be cleared up simply by stating that there is no such thing as evil in the abstract. It exists only in the evil deeds of evil people like Auzman.

I almost forgot: What I call ribald, spineless rubes are born, not made. That dictum is as unimpeachable as the "poeta nascitur, non fit" that it echoes and as irreproachable as the brocard that Auzman keeps saying that he could do a gentler and fairer job of running the world than anyone else. Isn't that claim getting a little shopworn? I mean, if we let him take advantage of human fallibility to put snooty sods on the federal payroll, all we'll have to look forward to in the future is a public realm devoid of culture and a narrow and routinized professional life untouched by the highest creations of civilization. I'll give you an example of this, based on my own experience. As you know, there is a simple answer to the question of what to do about Auzman's ramblings. The difficult part is in implementing the answer. The answer is that we must stand up and fight for our heritage, traditions, and values.

Without checks and balances, feckless prima donnas are free to drain our hope and enthusiasm. We can therefore extrapolate that Auzman insisted he'd never defuse or undermine incisive critiques of his noxious, ignorant behavior by turning them into procedural arguments about mechanisms of institutional restraint. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before he did exactly that. He promised he'd never teach our children a version of history that is not only skewed, distorted, and wrong but dangerously so, but then he did just that—and worse. At least Auzman is consistent, but many members of his camp believe that matters of racial justice should enter a period of "benign neglect". Even worse, almost all of his emissaries believe that every featherless biped, regardless of intelligence, personal achievement, moral character, sense of responsibility, or sanity, should be given the power to substitute breast-beating and schwarmerei for action and honest debate. (One would think that the mammalian brain could do better than that, but apparently not.) My point is that if Auzman can't be reasoned out of his prejudices, he must be laughed out of them. If Auzman can't be argued out of his selfishness, he must be shamed out of it. The bottom line is that Mr. Auzman should get a life and stay out of mine.
Two can play at that game.
 This letter may be a bit overwhelming for those people who are still soundly asleep in a world of make-believe and television and who don't want to hear how there are a number of complex psychological and social reasons as to why Mr. Matthew Tigner wants to develop a Pavlovian reflex in us, to make us afraid to change the minds of those who craft propaganda that justifies portraying quisquilious potlickers as blatherskites. As is customary for a letter of this sort, I will now offer up paper and ink anent the phylogeny of his jaded smear tactics in order to make the point that his lies come in many forms. Some of his lies are in the form of programs of Gleichschaltung. Others are in the form of casus belli. Still more are in the form of folksy posturing and pretended concern and compassion. He has inadvertently provided us with an instructive example that I find useful in illustrating certain ideas. By hastening the destruction of our civilization, Mr. Tigner makes it clear that he has long wanted to prevent anyone from stating publicly that it really bothers Mr. Tigner when people don't obey him. Why do I bring that up? Because by studying Mr. Tigner's repression of ideas in its extreme, unambiguous form one may more clearly understand why there is a proper place in life for hatred. Hatred of that which is wrong is a powerful and valuable tool. But when Mr. Tigner perverts hatred in order to drain our hope and enthusiasm, it becomes clear that his goal is to hammer away at the characters of all those who will not help him introduce changes without testing them first. How ethically bankrupt is that? How offensive? How self-indulgent?

Mr. Tigner can blame me for the influx of misinformed jargonauts if it makes him feel better, but it won't help his cause any. I claim I know why he has been making contumelious lugs out to be something they're not. He considers it an interesting sociological experiment for determining whether people can be influenced to win support by encapsulating frustrations and directing them toward unpopular scapegoats. His fantasy is to bring about a wonderland of sciolism. He dreams of a world that grants him such a freedom with no strings attached. Welcome to the world of absolutism! In that nightmare world it has long since been forgotten that I once had a nightmare in which Mr. Tigner was free to reward mediocrity. When I awoke, I realized that this nightmare was frighteningly close to reality. For instance, it is the case both in my nightmare and in reality that Mr. Tigner holds onto power like the eunuch mandarins of the Forbidden City—sterile obstacles to progress who take away our sense of community and leave us morally adrift. Let me conclude by saying that we who want to announce that we may need to picket, demonstrate, march, or strike to stop Mr. Matthew Tigner before he can destroy our country from within will not rest until we do.

Sorry for quoting his entire post btw, but I'm on my iPhone and it's not easy to delete it.

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Did you really have to use my actual name?

If you insist.


Rather than engage in a point-by-point response to the textual interpretation of Mr. Austin Hughes's comments, I want to respond to the more general issue at hand. With this letter, I hope to answer the soulless politicasters who offer hatred with a pseudo-intellectual gloss. But first, I would like to make the following introductory remark: Mr. Hughes's attendants have demonstrated brutally, horribly, and with great terror how they will direct social activity toward philanthropic flimflam rather than toward the elimination of the basic deficiencies in the organization of our economic and cultural life. In this case, one cannot help but recall that there's no shortage of sin in the world today. It's been around since the Garden of Eden and will undeniably persist as long as Mr. Hughes continues to replace our timeless traditions with his intolerant ones. He appears to have found a new tool to use to help him resolve a moral failure with an immoral solution. That tool is deconstructionism, and if you watch him wield it you'll really see why I've tried explaining to his blackshirts, who are legion, that our current parlous situation is the result of a toxic combination of his recklessness and his subalterns' cupidity. Unfortunately, it is clear to me in talking to them that they have no comprehension of what I'm saying. I might as well be talking to creatures from Mars. In fact, I'd bet Martians would be more likely to discern that Mr. Hughes once tried to convince a bunch of us that he would sooner give up money, fame, power, and happiness than perform a bitter act. Fortunately, calmer heads prevailed, and a number of people informed the rest of the gang that Mr. Hughes's pranks began innocently enough with peaceful calls for democratic change. Unfortunately, his terrorist organization has since morphed into the prime backer of a bloody, armed insurgency, replete with spleenful demands for promoting a form of government in which religious freedom, racial equality, and individual liberty are severely at risk.

Mr. Hughes is a man utterly without honor, without principles, without a shred of genuine patriotism. That's why I say that the most ill-natured vocabularians you'll ever see commonly succumb to his distortions, deceptions, and delusions. I do not. Rather, I take pride in attacking Mr. Hughes's malice and hypocrisy. To paraphrase a line from Hamlet, "Prætorianism, thy name is Austin Hughes". He has repeatedly threatened to scatter about in profusion an abundance of pro-Mr. Hughes bunco games. Maybe that's just for maximum scaremongering effect. Or maybe it's because the point at which you discover that Mr. Hughes and his habitués pay little or no attention to the negative impact that neopaganism will have on our daily lives is not only a moment of disenchantment. It is a moment of resolve, a determination that lickerish wonks are somehow fascinated by his malodorous diablerie, just as a dove is sometimes charmed by a glittering serpent. Unfortunately for such people, Mr. Hughes will do everything in his power to monopolize the press. No wonder corruption is endemic to our society; when Mr. Hughes says that skin color means more than skill, and gender is more impressive than genius, in his mind, that's supposed to end the argument. It's like he believes he has said something very profound.

Mr. Hughes is typical of voluble, combative philosophunculists in his wild invocations to the irrational, the magic, and the fantastic to dramatize his prophecies. Although he is only one turd floating in the moral cesspool that our society has become, in his histrionics, revanchism is witting and unremitting, prodigal and lecherous. He revels in it, rolls in it, and uses it to feed us a diet of robbery, murder, violence, and all other manner of trials and tribulations. Is this anything other than volage-brained special interestism? The answer is obvious if you happen to notice that Mr. Hughes is a pretty good liar most of the time. However, he tells so many lies, he's bound to trip himself up someday. If Mr. Hughes wants to be taken seriously, he should counter the arguments in this letter with facts, not illogical panaceas, personal anecdotes, or insults. Anyway, I hope I've made my point, which is that it's amazing that boisterous gutter-dwellers like Mr. Austin Hughes still exist in this day and age.