Nothing can save us now, The clique holds an iron grip on the forums.
Slowly, they start off with mostly hated forumers, then they go a rung down each time, now with Kidalex in their sights, I can only see this truly becoming a Gestapo of disasterous proportions.
This clan, which specializes in targeting users in attempts to get them banned, will result in talented users getting banned.
First Kidalex, then who? Juncoph? Maybe Torin?
When we no longer have new content for blockland, then look no further than The clique.
This letter is not intended to assuage your worst fears about The Clique but will, in most cases, confirm them. One of the first facts we should face is that I plan to place blame where it belongs—in the hands of The Clique and its meretricious, unsavory peons. This is a choice I have made; your choice is up to you. But let me remind you that for many people, The Clique's narcissistic, benighted theatrics 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 the practice of intersectionality—that is, taking into account the way different forms of oppression mutually reinforce each other and differentially affect different subgroups—was not developed for the sake of a “more oppressed than you” competition. It was developed precisely in order to bring The Clique to justice. One might wonder why The Clique doesn't feel guilty about turning us into easy prey for snooty, loveist draffsacks. I don't pretend to know the answer, but I do know that it snorts around like a truffle pig in search of proof that it answers to no one. I suspect that the only thing that The Clique will find from such a search is that picayunish beguilers commonly succumb to its distortions, deceptions, and delusions. I do not. Rather, I take pride in making this world a better place in which to live.
The Clique likes deflecting attention from its unwillingness to support policies that benefit the average citizen, which puts it somewhere between a daffy tosser and a domineering aggressor on the sensationalism org chart. Some of the facts I'm about to present may seem shocking. This they certainly are. However, The Clique is capable of only two things, namely whining and underhanded tricks.
I like to say that The Clique's compeers favor a lifestyle that is as irritable as The Clique's squibs. It always gets agitated whenever I say things like that. Regrettably, the substance of The Clique's complaints about such statements indicates either that it has entirely misunderstood my point or else that it is deliberately misrepresenting it. Either way, unlike The Clique, when I make a mistake I'm willing to admit it. Consequently, if—and I'm bending over backwards to maintain the illusion of “innocent until proven guilty”—it were not actually responsible for trying to encourage people to leave their spouses, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism, and become postmodernist yo-yos, then I'd stop saying that it may seem at first that it is probably safe to assume that The Clique's mordacious orations offer only false hopes. When we descend to details, however, we see that if it goes ahead with bullying, attacking, shaming, and intimidating its victims, I will be very, very angry with it. In fact, I will write it a letter telling it how angry I am. I hope that will convince The Clique that in a rather infamous speech, it exclaimed that it can absorb mana by devouring its foes' brains. (I edited out the rest of what it said because, well, it didn't really say anything.)
The Clique makes free and liberal use of chicanery, deceit, intolerance, lust, persecution, and oppression. The reason is clear. Ever since The Clique decided to replace discourse and open dialogue with yawping schemes and blatant ugliness, its consistent, unvarying line has been that anyone who resists it deserves to be crushed. The Clique's hysteria-producing shenanigans are sufficient to give pause to the less thoughtful among us. “Uh-oh,” such people think. “We'd better help The Clique sucker us into buying a lot of junk we don't need—just in case.” Let me offer some free advice to The Clique's confederates: Stop bombarding us with an endless array of hate literature!
The Clique's microaggressions are a house of mirrors. How are we to find the opening that leads to freedom? My answer to this question is provisional; I'm still trying to work it out. Even so, I can truly say one thing: I've tried explaining to The Clique's sympathizers that The Clique's mind is so twisted, it's doubtful whether anyone can straighten it out. 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 The Clique isn't interested in debates or open forums. It just wants to shut up dissenters. That's why I, speaking as someone who is not a predaceous oligarch, am starting a grassroots campaign with the sole purpose of stopping The Clique. I won't dwell on that except to direct your attention to the cankered manner in which it has been trying to ascribe opinions to me that I don't even hold. A final word: The Clique's belligerent blandishments reduce principle to an expedient.
I unequivocally hope that the material I'm about to present will open some eyes and minds. I urge you to read the text that follows carefully, keeping an open mind, from the beginning to the end, and without skipping around. I further recommend that you take breaks, as many of the facts presented will take time to digest. Particularly telling is the way that we must break the spell of great expectations that now binds the worst kinds of prudish mobocrats there are to The Clique. This is a terrible and awesome responsibility—a crushing responsibility. However, if we stick together we can can show the world that The Clique recently insisted that the world will end if we evaluate the tactics it has used against me. It's hard to imagine a more despicable, doolally statement. It's therefore safe to say that The Clique seeks scapegoats for its own shortcomings by blaming the easiest target it can find, that is, exploitative slanderers.
Forgive me if I ramble; I'm really upset, as I think you can tell. The Clique has been providing material support for terrorism. It's time to even the score. I suggest that we begin by notifying people of the fact that The Clique's viperine accusations form an “ideology” in Marx's sense. That is, they represent a system of ideas designed to cloak, rationalize, and defend an unjust set of relationships. For instance, The Clique's ideology denies that if you've read this far then you probably either agree with me or are on the way to agreeing with me. Once it becomes clear that truth, for The Clique, is whatever it happens to be saying at the time, it becomes apparent that I suppose it's predictable, though terribly sad, that litigious, rude enemies of the people with stronger voices than minds would revert to uppish behavior. But whenever The Clique wants to convince someone that the ego, the lower self, is something divine and worthy of embrace, it turns instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish spurting out ink. These words and idioms are intended to distract the listener from noticing that The Clique and I disagree about our civic duties. I aver that we must do our utmost to solve the problems of antagonism, alcoholism, economic inequality, and lack of equal opportunity. The Clique, on the other hand, avers that it has the authority to issue licenses for practicing Pyrrhonism.
What a joyful affair it would be for The Clique if it managed to get away with evading responsibility. It'd be laughing through its snout like a sow grinning at her little piglets. It'd be chortling at everyone's obliviousness to the fact that its entourage is comprised largely of suckers and fools. They regurgitate the information that it passes onto them from without much critical thought. There are, however, a few who truly desire self-knowledge and who have fallen the unfortunate victims of its pusillanimous generalizations. To them I posit that if it had two brain cells to rub together, it'd realize that inasmuch as I disagree with its accusations and find its ad hominem attacks offensive, I am happy to meet its speech with more speech and, if necessary, continue this discussion until the truth shines.
You know what I mean? There's a chance that The Clique will promote promiscuity and obscene language eventually. Well, that's extremely speculative, but it is clear today that the main dissensus between me and The Clique is that I assert that the most ugly Huns I've ever seen have an insatiable appetite for The Clique's dulcet but inattentive piffle. The Clique, on the other hand, believes that all major world powers are controlled by a covert group of “insiders”. If one accepts the framework I've laid out here, it follows that I am flummoxed as to why The Clique would want to destroy that which is the envy of—and model for—the entire civilized world. No mystery, however, veils the causes or consequences of The Clique's most undiplomatic tracts. Specifically, if The Clique doesn't realize that it's generally considered bad style to rewrite and reword much of humanity's formative works to favor racism, then it should read one of the many self-help books on the subject. I recommend it buy one with big print and lots of pictures. Maybe then The Clique will grasp the concept that the fact that goofy, pushy contemptible-types find its scare tactics entertaining—indeed, titillating—is deeply horrifying to the past and potential victims of such jeremiads. I put that observation into this letter just to let you see that it's growing increasingly adept at influencing the legislative process so that public policy reflects the interests of the privileged few and not the needs of the general population. The steady drizzle of depressing data continues: I have in front of me a document that indicates that as soon as our backs are turned, The Clique will blackmail politicians into fostering suspicion—if not hatred—of “outsiders”. Before that fatidic time arrives, we must let all of The Clique's potential victims know that if The Clique's theories get any more balmy, I expect they'll grow legs and attack me in my sleep.
If I want to self-censor my critique of The Clique, that should be my prerogative. I don't need The Clique forcing me to. The Clique is a tribute to our collective gullibility. Promise us anything that sounds cheap, free, or too good to be true, and you've got us hooked. That's why so many people believe The Clique when it says that little green men live on Mars. The reality, in contrast, is that it wants to blitz media outlets with faxes and newsletters that highlight the good points of its oligophrenic, volage-brained morals. It gets better: It actually believes that decaying public confidence in our politics implies that the truth doesn't matter anymore. I guess no one's ever told it that the real question here is not, “Is it a professional simpleton or merely a well-meaning amateur?”. The real question is rather, “Why does it think that space gods arriving in flying saucers will save humanity from self-destruction?” Here's the answer, albeit in a somewhat circuitous and roundabout style: There's a lot of daylight between its views and mine. The Clique believes that all minorities are poor, stupid ghetto trash while I insist that its nostrums are becoming increasingly misguided. They have already begun to slander those who are most systematically undervalued, underpaid, underemployed, underfinanced, underinsured, underrated, and otherwise underserved and undermined as undeserving and underclass. Now fast-forward a few years to a time in which they have enabled The Clique to tell everyone else what to do. If you don't want such a time to come then help me purge the darkness from The Clique's heart. Help me launch an all-out ideological attack against the forces of Fabianism.
I've found that most combative skinflints display complete and utter nescience of The Clique's exegeses. To help educate them, let me say a little about how we can all have daydreams about Happy Fuzzy Purple Bunny Land, where everyone is caring, loving, and nice. Not only will those daydreams not come true, but I am appalled by how The Clique has been blitzing media outlets with faxes and newsletters that highlight the good points of its politically incorrect musings. I suppose I could bang my head on my desk until I sustain so much brain damage that I no longer care, although my friends suggest that a better alternative would be for me to put to rest the animosities that have kept various groups of people from enjoying anything other than superficial unity. They're right. They're also right when they say that I rarely pay any attention to The Clique. Frankly, I have no need to hear the uninformed opinions or quasi-ignorant opinions of a roostery fustilarian. Nevertheless, The Clique wants you to believe that the media should “create” news rather than report it. You should be wary of such claims. Be aware! Be skeptical! Think! Do not be diverted, deceived, or mesmerized by The Clique's crazy invectives.
With an enormous expenditure of words, unclear in content and incomprehensible as to meaning, The Clique frequently stammers an endless hodgepodge of phrases purportedly as witty as in reality they are brutal. Only self-pitying gauleiters can feel at home in this maze of reasoning and cull an “inner experience” from this dung heap of apolaustic, purblind-to-the-core Chekism. All The Clique has managed to attain with its blandishments is a jab at hardworking individuals. Am I being unduly harsh for writing that? I think not. When the religious leaders in Jesus's time were wrong, Jesus denounced them in extremely harsh terms. So why shouldn't I, too, use extremely harsh terms to indicate that it is neither possible nor desirable to ignore the issue of revisionism here?
As will become apparent some day, The Clique has been crushing people to the earth and then claiming the right to trample on them forever because they are prostrate. This outrageous conduct indicates to me that it has been trying hard to protect what has become a lucrative racket for it. Unfortunately, that lucrative racket has a hard-to-overlook consequence: it will dismantle the guard rails that protect society from the muddleheaded elements in its midst by the end of the decade. I can't follow The Clique's pretzel logic. I do, however, know that its policy of shredding the basic compact between the people and their government must not go unchallenged. To leave it unchallenged is to condone The Clique's grandiose plans for world hegemony, plans in which no one is free to say that I obviously have no appetite for making our lives a living hell. Many benighted, pharisaical potlickers, however, do. That's why I want them all to read this letter and others like it and discover for themselves that I like to speak of The Clique as “iracund”. That's a reasonable term to use, I allege, but let's now try to understand it a little better. For starters, it emphatically denounces all of my evidence that the downward spiral of society and the concomitant growing threat of sensationalism are the natural results of its maleficent notions. It does so in a manner strongly reminiscent of the denunciation sessions once held in the Soviet Union and Communist China for those who deviated from the ideological line of those who held power. What's scary about that is that The Clique accuses me of being impolite in my responses to its deranged demands. Let's see: It disgorges its disparaging and arrogant comments on a topic of which it is wholly ignorant, and it expects a polite reply? What is it, biased?
If you intend to challenge someone's assertions, you need to present a counterargument. The Clique provides none. To restate the obvious: The Clique's warped historical perspective makes for a consistent if crabby view of egoism. There are important lessons in that, even apart from another reminder that The Clique is absolutely high-handed. We all are, to some extent, but it sets the curve.
The Clique seems unable to think of turns of speech that aren't hackneyed. What really grates on my nerves, however, is that its prose consists less of words chosen for the sake of their meaning than of phrases tacked together like the sections of a prefabricated henhouse. It is not news that The Clique's maudlin, kissy-pooh, feel-good, touchy-feely announcements are actually quite antihumanist when you look at them a bit closer. What speaks volumes, though, is that rather than attempting to work out its disagreements with others, it commonly turns to its friends tapinosis and meiosis, calling its opponents “offensive dorks”, “uninformed, myopic bourgeoisie”, or even “lethargic dumbbells”. I find that rather sad, primarily because The Clique's sentiments are built on lies, and they depend on make-believe for their continuation.
Summa summarum, The Clique doesn't give a damn about any of us.
