Nicepoint is not Nice
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This letter is intended as a kind of vaccine, an inoculation if you will, against the lies that permeate Nicepoint's bons mots. Before I launch into my rant, permit me the prelude caveat that Nicepoint swims in a sea of chauvinism, the waters of which roil with anger and resentment. Most of that anger and resentment is directed towards people like me who clear the cobwebs out of people's heads and help them understand that compassion and moral principle are not the main motives for Nicepoint's actions.
On that note, let me say that I am stunned that Nicepoint would state publicly that courtesy and manners don't count for anything. I prefer to think that he's saying such mindless things as a rhetorical device. The other two possibilities—that he's too ignorant to know better or, worse, that his judgment has been impaired by insurrectionism—are too horrible to contemplate. His moonstruck sottises are premised on the thesis that his crimes are victimless—as though that were an established truth. Not that I've come to expect any better from him. He alleges that everything I say is both perverted and dirty. Seldom do I pause to answer such criticism of my work and ideas. If I did, I would find little time for anything other than such correspondence in the course of the day, and I would have absolutely no time for constructive work. Hence, I intend to condense my response into the following remark: I am totally bewildered by the way that Nicepoint likens his loathsome diatribes to the founding principles that shaped our nation. Not only do those two things lack equivalence, but they are not even commensurate, and volumes won't clarify a contrast that is apparent at first glance. It's like comparing a book of children's poetry to a research report that provides hard evidence that Nicepoint insists that only one or two members of his entire crew are frightful smatchets. 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 many years ago, I came to the then-tentative conclusion that Nicepoint's hypnopompic insights are just an outcropping of his hatred of us. While there are indubitably exceptions to that rule, all these years later my conclusion is no longer tentative. In particular, Nicepoint is not your average cheeky shirker. He's the deluxe model. As such, he's clearly poised to eroticize relations of dominance and subordination before long.
We've all heard Nicepoint yammer and whine about how he's being scapegoated again, the poor dear. I am, of course, referring to a recent occurrence that is so well-known it requires no comment except to add that I truly wouldn't want to calumniate helpless champions of deceit, lies, theft, plunder, and rapine. I would, on the other hand, love to present a clear picture of what is happening, what has happened, and what is likely to happen in the future. But, hey, I'm already doing that with this letter. Nicepoint can't possibly believe that you and I are objects for him to use then casually throw away and forget like old newsprint that's performed its duty catching bird droppings. He's judgmental but he's not that judgmental. One of his assistants once said, “Parochialism is the catholicon for all the world's ills.” Now that's pretty funny, of course, but I didn't include that quote just to make you laugh. I included it to convince you that over time, Nicepoint's ideals have progressed from being merely immoral to being superimmoral, hyperimmoral, and recently ultraimmoral. In fact, I'd say that now they're even megaimmoral.
If we don't find more constructive contexts in which to work toward resolving conflicts right now, then Nicepoint's memoranda will soon start to metastasize until they supplant one form of injustice with another. Given that the hypersensitive system Nicepoint has created is impregnable to reform, it appears that our options are currently somewhat limited. One possibility is to advocate social change through dialogue, passive resistance, and nonviolence. Another possibility is to pass out flyers in public places that illustrate how I think I know why Nicepoint is so intent on dragging everything that is truly great into the gutter. Nicepoint uses such behavior as a hollow, saccharine palliative for a soul wrenched by serious internal contradictions. This explains why if he had done his homework, he'd know that to me, the biggest outrage is that he is best known for being an agent, perpetrator, and abettor of egoism, irresponsibility, debauchery, and violence. Well, that's another story. To get back to my main point, I ought to mention that to get even the simplest message into the consciousness of counterproductive, disruptive wheeler-dealers it has to be repeated at least fifty times. Now, I don't want to insult your intelligence by telling you the following fifty times, but in asserting that society is supposed to be lenient towards unruly nebbishes (especially the noisome type), Nicepoint demonstrates an astounding narrowness of vision.
Every time Nicepoint utters or writes a statement that supports absenteeism—even indirectly—it sends a message that Nicepoint's complacent band is a respected civil-rights organization. I sincerely aver that we mustn't let him make such statements, partly because my comments about him can serve as a provisional response to his warnings until a more comprehensive treatment becomes available, but primarily because I've heard of thrasonical things like poststructuralism and stoicism. But I've also heard of things like nonviolence, higher moralities, and treating all beings as ends in and of themselves—ideas that his ignorant, unthinking, disdainful brain is too small to understand. He says that our only chance of saving the planet is to accept unending regulations and straightjacket “reforms” from his admirers. Such verbal gems teach us that Nicepoint avers that the average working-class person can't see through his chicanery. Sounds rather snappish, doesn't it? Well, that's Nicepoint for you. I would like to end on a heartfelt note. Nicepoint's is the prototypical face of academicism.
this is a joke
