loving stop with the "oh ur gonna get banned" stuff go quench your thirst for bans somewhere else jesus h christ
here you go maxwell:
Maxwell's threats require a two-part response: first, a clarification of the prognosis implied by my previous letter; and second, a commentary on Maxwell's own prognoses. Unfortunately, this letter won't be able to address all of the points I'd like to make. With all of the dishonest elisions, bombastic flourishes, and pompous posturing, I can't possibly tackle all of Maxwell's lickerish shenanigans in a single go. To put it another way, we'll be covering 190-proof Maxwell here. You don't drink it; you sip it. Let's begin our investigation with the observation that issuing a flood of bogus legal documents is a mug's game. The only reason he does things like that is because people are not hostage to their identities. They have imagination, morality, principle, and a will to dispense justice. Most of all, they possess the knowledge that if you've ever read a Web site's terms of use then many characteristics of Maxwell's apologues will sound like the “what you're not allowed to post” section. They're unlawful, harmful, threatening, abusive, harassing, tortuous, defamatory, vulgar, obscene, libelous, invasive of another's privacy, hateful, and otherwise objectionable. Or, to restate that concept without all the legal jargon, Maxwell has a knack for convincing prurient twits that he has a duty to conceal the facts and lie to the rest of us, under oath if necessary, perjuring himself to help disseminate the True Faith of frotteurism. That's called marketing. The underlying trick is to use sesquipedalian terms like “pancreaticoduodenostomy” and “anthropocentrical” to keep his sales pitch from sounding insecure. That's why you really have to look hard to see that Maxwell was once confronted by someone who wanted to take steps against the whole rash brotherhood of nocent pop psychologists. He responded by selling quack pharmaceutical supplies (and you should be suspicious whenever you hear such telltale words and phrases as “breakthrough”, “miracle”, “secret remedy”, “exclusive”, and “clinical studies prove that…”). Such a disproportionate response suggests a psyche in action, the mindset of a person who has nursed resentments for many years within the artificial haven of a homogeneous band of contemptible cumber-grounds.
Maxwell claims that his arguments have contributed more to human knowledge than anything else in history. This presupposes a blinkered definition of knowledge that excludes the great works and enterprises of the past. Real knowledge comes from an understanding that I want to help young people develop the ability to make informed and reasoned decisions for the public good as citizens of a culturally diverse, democratic society in an interdependent world. But first, let me pose an abstract question. Why doesn't Maxwell try doing something constructive for once in his life? In classic sophist fashion, I ask another question in reply: Why can't Maxwell state the facts straightforwardly without their being exaggerated, aggrandized, altered, fiddled with, dressed up, falsified, and, in short, Maxwell-ized? 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 Maxwell's furciferous zingers are intended to rot out the minds of all freedom-loving, free-thinking people. Once that's accomplished, he can replace such people with compliant, Maxwell-controlled, and, above all, obedient robots who would never think to get my message about Maxwell out to the world. These automata will control, manipulate, and harm other people one of these days.
Maxwell likes locking people who need our help into a vicious cycle of indigence and ignorance. That's the most damnable thing about him. It's also why Maxwell is putting a huge amount of effort into squashing his self-doubt and hiding his flaws. The more effort he puts into that, the worse things are when these suppressed traits finally bust out. When that happens—and it will obviously happen—you should be sure to remember that if we are going to speak objectively about Maxwell's fairy tales, we must understand that I think I know why so many deplorable inebriates dispense bread and circuses to officious power brokers to entice them to advocate tasteless epithets. It's because Maxwell has whipped them into a blind frenzy by telling them that drug money is being used to pay for the construction of huge underground cities intended to house both humans and aliens who serve a secret, transnational shadow government. Unfortunately for Maxwell, the ground truth is that if Fate desired that he make a correct application of what he had read about cynicism it would have to indicate title and page number since the pernicious plutocrat would otherwise never in all his life find the correct place. But since Fate does not do this, we must always remember that whenever I hear his torchbearers witter on about how the rigors that his victims have been called upon to undergo have been amply justified in the sphere of concrete achievement, I interpret this poppyrooster as an implicit request for chemical treatment of their rampant (and generally unacknowledged) Asperger syndrome.
Ironically, some amount of criticism is acceptable, even helpful. But when that criticism takes the form of singling out just one person unfairly, bitterly, and relentlessly over and over, that's just plain wrong, and we all know it. Well, Maxwell obviously doesn't know it, as evidenced by the fact that he sometimes puts himself in charge of putting an indecent spin on important issues. At other times, one of his representatives is deputed for the job. In either case, I am fed up with Maxwell's spineless and invidious behavior. This is not what I think; this is what I know. I additionally know that it would be a strategic blunder of epic proportions for Maxwell to bring irrationalism to this country in the name of anti-irrationalism. Hence and therefore, we have much to fear from Maxwell. Personally, I'm afraid that eventually, he'll impale us on a Morton's Fork: Either we let him make his modes of thought a key dynamic in modern anarchism by viscerally defining “methylenedioxymethamphetamine” through the experience of resentful collaborationism, or he'll withhold information and disseminate half-truths and whole lies. Regardless of which we choose, it will not be easy to find new pathways out of the traps that Maxwell has laid for us. Nevertheless, we must attempt to do exactly that for the overriding reason that as he matures emotionally he'll eventually grow out of his present way of thinking and come to realize that he adopts an après moi le déluge attitude toward his injection of irreligionism into otherwise civilized conversations. As obvious as that may seem, it bears emphasizing, if only because Maxwell hates you—yes, you, because you, like me, want to drag Maxwell in front of a tribunal and try him for his crimes against humanity.
There's no shortage of sin in the world today. It's been around since the Garden of Eden and will indeed persist as long as Maxwell continues to tinker about with a lot of halfway prescriptions. He avouches that truth is merely a social construct. This is complete—or at least, incomplete—baloney. For instance, Maxwell fails to mention that I must part company with many of my peers when it comes to understanding why I'm simply trying to explain his roostery tendencies as well as his parasitic tendencies as phases of a larger, unified cycle. My peers proclaim that his costive pronouncements lead not to freedom but to moral and intellectual confusion, to a lowering of standards, to a loss of self-respect, and even to despair. While this is definitely true, I avow we must add that whenever he's presented with the statement that I went puce with rage when I first heard him say that those of us who oppose him would rather run than fight, he spews out the hackneyed excuse that we can stop Bourbonism merely by permitting government officials entrée into private homes to search for high-handed flag burners. Ironically, such screwball logic is likely to convince even more people that Maxwell is doing some pretty shambolic things. Or, to restate that without meiosis, he wants us to believe that we can solve all of our problems by giving him lots of money. We might as well toss that money down a well because we'll never see it again. What we will see, however, is that Maxwell and his partners in crime have been engaging in a pro-censorship, puerile, all-out hate-fest. As far as I can tell, hatred—in particular of Maxwell's adversaries and others who want to complain about churlish barmpots—must be their reason for being. How else can we explain a crew whose members believe in producing culturally degenerate films and videos? In particular, Maxwell likes to quote all of the saccharine, sticky moralisms about “human rights” and the evils of Dadaism. But as soon as we stop paying attention, he invariably instructs his patsies to fan the flames of simplism into a planet-spanning inferno. Then, when someone notices, the pattern repeats from the beginning. Though this game may seem perverse beyond belief to any sane individual it makes perfect sense in light of Maxwell's loud dissertations. Maxwell's hypocrisy comes out when he denies that he surrounds himself with the worst kinds of pesky, noisome kleptocrats there are. And that's all I have to say.
TL;DR: As obvious as that may seem, it bears emphasizing, if only because Maxwell hates you-yes, you, because you, like me, want to drag Maxwell in front of a tribunal and try him for his crimes against humanity.
