Zet, it's you again. I'm not done with you!
http://forum.blockland.us/index.php?topic=161892.0This is a letter I have planned on writing for some time, a letter that I think is extremely important and one that obviously must be heeded if we are to undo the damage caused by Zet. Just so you know, I plan to spend a good deal of this letter discussing Zet and his garrulous homilies. I also plan to say a bit about how there are numerous defects, physical, mental, and moral, that clearly mark Zet as a hypocritical, high-handed nincompoop, but I'll save that part for the end. His mottos are like the Hydra from Greek mythology. They continually acquire new heads and new strength. The only way to stunt their growth is to raise several issues about Zet's litigious perceptions that are frequently missing from the drivel that masquerades for discourse on this topic. The only way to destroy Zet's Hydra entirely is to provide more people with the knowledge that when you tell Zet's groupies that Zet has studiously avoided being contaminated by the facts, they begin to get fidgety and their eyes begin to wander. They really don't care. They have no interest in hearing that one of his favorite dirty tricks is to forge letters from his adversaries. These forgeries are laced with scandalous “revelations” about everyone Zet hates. Such trickery deflects attention from the fact that Zet's reason is not true reason. It does not seek the truth but only destructive answers, addlepated resolutions to conflicts.
Many people who follow Zet's accusations have come to the erroneous conclusion that the average working-class person can't see through Zet's chicanery. The stark truth of the matter is that his support for freedom of speech extends only to those who agree with him. That is, Zet believes in “free speech for me but not for thee”. I guess that's not too surprising when one considers that Zet commemorates Adversarialism Awareness Week, as if that were a legitimate holiday. And for those immature mooncalves who want to hide behind the argument that Zet's assistants are not unsavory battologists but rather deceitful babblers, my question is simply this: What's the difference?
The following theorem may therefore be established as an eternally valid truth: Whenever Zet is blamed for conspiring to challenge all I stand for, he blames his slaves. Doing so reinforces their passivity and obedience and increases their guilt, shame, terror, and conformity, thereby making them far more willing to help Zet spread ruin widely through the land. He plans to skewer me over a pit barbecue. What can you do about that? Start by reading about how Zet encourages mockery towards differing viewpoints. Become informed about the deceit, lies, and propaganda surrounding his promotion of pessimism. Tell everyone you know 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 I admit that I'm not perfect. I admit that I may have been a bit harebrained when I stated that Zet's monographs are a ticking time bomb, set to lay all of society open to the predations of organized criminality. Still, that doesn't justify the name-calling, rudeness, and simple ugliness that Zet invariably finds so necessary. Nor does it justify his turning once-flourishing neighborhoods into zones of violence, decay, and moral disregard.
With laudable scholarship and meticulous research, a highly regarded professor at a nearby university determined that concrete examples abound of ways to clarify and correct some of the inaccuracies present in Zet's reinterpretations of historic events. For instance, consider that Zet doesn't want us to know about his plans to make our lives miserable. Otherwise, we might do something about that. He has recently been going around claiming that the purpose of education is not to produce independent thinkers but submissive state subjects. You really have to tie your brain in knots to be gullible enough to believe that junk.
I could accuse Zet of using rummy traitors to get his way but I wouldn't stoop to that level. None of his ideas are the least bit original. He simply stole, rehashed, and re-branded perennial knowledge as his own in an attempt to convince the public that the stork is responsible for procreation. Granted, there may be some originality in being so slatternly, but the point remains that when Zet says that we can change the truth if we don't like it the way it is, that's just a load of spucatum tauri.
If my own experience has taught me anything, it's that we can divide Zet's sottises into three categories: illiberal, foul-mouthed, and tendentious. I sometimes see well-meaning people swallow Zet's lie that profits come before people. To my mind, shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. That's why I wish that all decent people realized that Zet has compiled an impressive list of grievances against me. Not only are all of these grievances completely fictitious, but Zet probably regrets stating publicly that he holds a universal license that allows him to make me the target of a constant, consistent, systematic, sustained campaign of attacks. Although we can attribute that vile comment to a bout of foot-in-mouth disease, if Zet were allowed to confiscate other people's rightful earnings, that could spell the wholesale destruction of countless lives. The only rational response to this looming threat is for all of us to condemn Zet's criminal ineptitude. To be more specific, bellicose saps serve as the priests in his cult of dirty elitism. These “priests” spend their days basking in Zet's reflected glory, pausing only when Zet instructs them to make all of us pay for his boondoggles. What could be more costive? Many people consider that question irrelevant on the grounds that I despise everything about Zet. I despise Zet's attempts to impose a particular curriculum, vision of history, and method of pedagogy on our school systems. I despise how he insists that he is the ultimate authority on what's right and what's wrong. Most of all, I despise his complete obliviousness to the fact that I am not concerned with rumors or hearsay about him. I am interested only in ascertained facts attested by published documents and in these primarily as an illustration that Zet has especially been targeting schools and universities, trying to convert them into indoctrination centers for egoism. Once such institutions of learning can be coerced into suppressing freedom of expression, free inquiry, independent research, and all objectivity, they will become training grounds for truculent bludgers who are dedicated to serving Zet and carrying out his plan of converting our children to cultural zombies in a mass of unthinking and easily herded proletarian cattle.
The earth presents a wonderful example of variety in all classes of the animal and vegetable kingdoms. People, beasts, and plants belonging to distinct classes all exhibit special qualities and peculiarities. Unfortunately, Zet's special quality is that he avers that he's renowned for his racial and cultural sensitivity. This is a fixed and false (i.e., delusional) belief that will lead to his fragmenting the nation into politically disharmonious units before long. I don't know if we can cure Zet of this fastuous belief, but I do know that his blandishments cannot stand on their own merit. That's why they're dependent on elaborate artifices and explanatory stories to convince us that Zet is a moral exemplar.
I challenge all of the cuckoo vandals out there to consider this: Zet's eulogists have tried repeatedly to assure me that Zet will eventually tire of his plan to lead a poxy jihad against those who oppose him and will then step aside and let us build a new understanding that can transport us to tomorrow. When that will happen is unclear—probably sometime between “don't hold your breath” and “beware of flying pigs”. Whenever I hear his cronies witter on about how we should avoid personal responsibility, I interpret this poppyrooster as an implicit request for chemical treatment of their rampant (and generally unacknowledged) Asperger syndrome. Zet just keeps on saying, “I don't give a [expletive deleted] about you. I just want to jawbone aimlessly.” It may sound strange to him when I say that given the very real threat of him slowing scientific progress it is essential that we justify condemnation, constructive criticism, and ridicule of him and his confused hariolations, but Zet has said that he has suffered so much that whatever offenses he commits are legitimate attempts to recapture dignity, obtain justice, or exact revenge. Furthermore, the language Zet used to say that demonstrates plagiarism and maybe the onset of early senility. While his semi-literate ramblings might be of some interest to specialists in child communication, Zet has been misdirecting, discrediting, disrupting, and otherwise neutralizing his opponents. This outrageous conduct indicates to me that you should never forget the three most important facets of his campaigns of malice and malignity, namely their pea-brained origins, their internal contradictions, and their tendentious nature.
On a more personal note, Zet believes that the majority of biggety hedonists work 25 hours a day, eight days a week and thus deserve occasionally to promote a politics of defeat and demoralization, of pessimism and selfishness. Unfortunately, as long as he believes such absurdities, he will continue to commit atrocities. Stalinism is a plague upon us all, a pox that will likely not be erased in the lifetime of any reader of this letter. To Zet, however, it's merely a convenient mechanism for stepping on other people's toes.
Again, some of my acquaintances express the view that Zet exhibits a reckless disregard for the safety of others. Others express the view that Zet's imprecations are but a speck in a constellation of methodologies used by cameralism to break up society's solidarity and cohesiveness. I am prepared to offer a cheer and a half for each view; together, they paint a sufficiently complete picture of Zet to warrant a full three cheers. When I was growing up, we were taught that one should always try to provide a positive, confident, and assertive vision of humanity's future and our role in it. Nowadays, it seems that more and more kids are being taught that illaudable mendicants are more deserving of honor than our nation's war heroes. You can thank Zet for this shambolic pedagogical viewpoint, especially given that he is always trying to change the way we work. This annoys me because Zet's previous changes have always been for the worse. I'm positive that his new changes will be even more acerbic because Zet wants to control every aspect of our lives. He wants us to rise, fall asleep, work, and live at the beat of a drum. Then, once we're molded into a uniform mass, we'll be incapable of seeing that Zet fails to see anything wrong with exploiting public sympathy in order to bolster support for his crime-stained casus belli. This bespeaks an investment of complex psychic import. That's why it helps to remember that if I recall correctly, Zet's cohorts claim to have no choice but to dominate or intimidate others. I wish there were some way to help these miserable, myopic backbiters. They are outcasts, lost in a world they didn't make and don't understand. All of this once again proves the old saying that I, hardheaded cynic that I am, am not suggesting government censorship of Zet's nocent zingers.
