My Complaints About Wacko

[Rasputin]

I just want a little editorial balance here. What follows is a call to action for those of us who care—a large enough number to rouse people's indignation at Wacko. Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Of course, if Wacko had learned anything from history, it'd know that its accusations are as predictable as sunrise. Whenever I expose the connections between the filthy problems that face us and the key issues of nihilism and conformism, Wacko's invariant response is to shrink the so-called marketplace of ideas down to convenience-store size. If nothing else, Wacko is devoid of all social conscience. This is equivalent to saying that Wacko seems to have recently added the word "electrotelethermometer" to its otherwise simplistic vocabulary. I suppose it intends to use big words like that to obscure the fact that the facts as I see them simply do not support the false, but widely accepted, notion that anyone who resists it deserves to be crushed.

I don't just warrant that when workable solutions to a problem elude you, sometimes it helps to break the mold and stray from the path of conventional wisdom; I can back that up with facts. For instance, ever since Wacko decided to threaten national security, its consistent, unvarying line has been that it is omnipotent. Here's an eye-opener for you: Wacko's subordinates often reverse the normal process of interpretation. That is, they value the unsaid over the said, the obscure over the clear. There are lots of weepy, wimpy flower children out there who are always whining that I'm being too harsh in my criticisms of Wacko. I wish such people would wake up and realize that Wacko should get off its pedestal and walk a day in our shoes. But the problems with Wacko's obiter dicta don't end there.

Wacko gets a lot of perks from the system. True to form, it ceaselessly moves the goalposts to prevent others from benefiting from the same perks. This suggests that no one likes being attacked by neo-unambitious misfits. Even worse, Wacko exploits our fear of those attacks—which it claims will evolve sooner than you think into biological, chemical, or nuclear attacks—as a pretext to give voice, in a totally emotional and non-rational way, to its deep-rooted love of egotism. If you think that's scary, then you should remember that those who think that we should be grateful for the precious freedom to be robbed and kicked in the face by such a noble creature as Wacko should think again. Whatever weight we accord to that fact, we may be confident that there are many roads leading to the defeat of Wacko's plans to cause this country to flounder on the shoals of self-interest, corruption, and chaos. I think that all of these roads must eventually pass through the same set of gates: the ability to build a coalition of stouthearted people devoted to stopping Wacko.

It is well known that Wacko has recently been bouncing around like a kangaroo trying to drive us into a state of apoplexy. But one does not have to bombard us with an endless array of hate literature in order to give you some background information about it. It is a cacodemonic person who believes otherwise. We could opt to sit back and let Wacko provide bloody-minded pillocks with a milieu in which they can fill our children's minds with careless and debasing superstitions. Most people, however, would argue that the cost in people's lives and self-esteem is an extremely high price to pay for such inaction on our part.

What I wrote just a moment ago is not the paranoid rambling of a wily, sullen wacko. It's a fact. I, not being one of the many unsophisticated control freaks of this world, unquestionably hope that Wacko's punishment fits its crime. I always catch hell whenever I say something like that so let me assure you that to Wacko's mind, it has its moral compass in tact. So that means that truth is merely a social construct, right? No, not right. The truth is that one of the great mysteries of modern life is, What exactly is Wacko trying to hide? On the surface, it would seem to have something to do with the way that Wacko arrogates to itself the right to popularize a genre of music whose graphic lyrics explicitly urge loquacious fomenters of revolution to manufacture and compile daunting lists of imaginary transgressions committed against it. But upon further investigation one will find that Wacko is thoroughly mistaken if it believes that it has the authority to issue licenses for practicing libertinism.

If I hear Wacko's patsies say, "Fascism is a wonderful thing" one more time, I'm unmistakably going to throw up. It saddens me that Wacko is like a giant octopus sprawling its slimy length over city, state, and nation. Like the octopus of real life, it operates under cover of self-created screen. Wacko seizes in its long and powerful tentacles our executive officers, our legislative bodies, our schools, our courts, our newspapers, and every agency created for the public protection. Wacko's provocateurs have tried repeatedly to assure me that Wacko will eventually tire of its plan to elevate the most immoral proletariats you'll ever see to the sublime and will then step aside and let us enable all people to achieve their potential as human beings. When that will happen is unclear—probably sometime between "don't hold your breath" and "beware of flying pigs".

Already, some unruly apostates have begun to twist our entire societal valuation of love and relationships beyond all insanity, and with terrifying and tragic results. What protests will follow from their camp is anyone's guess. Whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to bring fresh leadership and even-handed tolerance to the present controversy.

We must look into the future and consider what will happen if we let Wacko lay down diktats that force me to fall firmly into the hands of dysfunctional spoiled brats. If we fail then all of our sacrifices and all of the dreams and sacrifices of our ancestors will have been in vain. The key is to realize that if you don't think that Wacko is leading us down the road of separatism, then you've missed the whole point of this letter.

I don't have time to go into this in as much detail as I should, but Wacko sometimes puts itself in charge of turning the trickle of Comstockism into a tidal wave. At other times, one of its grunts is deputed for the job. In either case, we must bear witness to the plain, unvarnished truth. If we fail in this, we are not failing someone else; we are not disrupting some interest separate from ourselves. Rather, it is we who suffer when we neglect to observe that in these days of political correctness and the changing of how history is taught in schools to fulfill a particular agenda, it has been said that Wacko is a tremendous deadweight on our will and morale. I believe that to be true. I also believe that it has been known to "prove" statistically that the Universe belongs to it by right. As you might have suspected, its proof is flawed. The primary problem with it is that it replaces a legitimate claim of association with an illegitimate claim of causality. Consequently, Wacko's "proof" demonstrates only that it clearly believes that it knows 100% of everything 100% of the time. What kind of Humpty-Dumpty world is it living in? No, don't guess; this isn't audience participation day. I'll just tell you. But before I do, you should note that for the nonce, it is content to rally for a cause that is completely void of moral, ethical, or legal validity. But in a lustrum or two, it will undermine serious institutional and economic analyses and replace them with a diverting soap opera of insidious conspiracies.

While Wacko's sentiments may seem rebarbative, they're in agreement with Wacko's lawless roorbacks. Wacko is deliberately manipulating the facts. To top that off, we must oppose Wacko and all it stands for. If we don't, future generations will not know freedom. Instead, they will know fear; they will know sadness; they will know injustice, poverty, and grinding despair. Most of all, they will realize, albeit far too late, that Wacko recently went through a philistinism phase in which it tried repeatedly to replace our timeless traditions with its paltry ones. In fact, I'm not convinced that this phase of its has entirely passed. My evidence is that Wacko's mingy underlings seem to think they can escape the consequences of their actions. If you don't believe me, see for yourself. Let me end by saying that I know that what I have written in this letter will send many readers (especially any who are big fans of Wacko) into a tizzy or a tantrum. I am sorry, but I remind them that Wacko behaves as if it's been lobotomized.

:disapprove:

[Nitro Vordex]

:sleep:

[SpikeOtacon]

:cowsleep:

[Volcompat321]

http://www.pso-world.com/forums/images/smilies/icon_wacko.gif

[Volcompat321]

Can you make a TL;DR version?
I really didn't even want to read the first sentence because I'd end up reading the whole thing,

[Mixfortune]

It seems that before I launch into this letter, I should tell you that anyone willing to study and ponder my position on most current matters will unmistakably find that my complaints's policies are intended to get us all on board the adversarialism train. Please note that many of the conclusions I'm about to draw are based on cogent and virtually incontrovertible evidence provided by a set of people who have suffered immensely on account of my complaints. Behold what a nice, thick, fat lie it is when my complaints denies ever having strived to force my complaints's moral code on the rest of us. I want to warn the public against those tactless ninnyhammers whose positive accomplishments are always practically nil but whose conceit can scarcely be excelled. That may seem simple enough, but in my complaints's crusades, immoralism is witting and unremitting, barbaric and caustic. It revels in it, rolls in it, and uses it to leave us in the lurch.

If there's one thing that my complaints's good at, it's spreading the germs of hatred, of discord and jealously, of dissolution and decomposition. My complaints's cause is not glorious. It is not wonderful. It is not good. As my mother used to tell me, "My complaints is undeniably failing in its legal and moral responsibility not to foist the most poisonously false and destructive myths imaginable upon us." There is good reason to believe that when I hear my complaints say that it has answers to everything, I have to wonder about it. Is it absolutely peevish? Is it simply being superstitious? Or is it merely embracing a delusion in which it must believe in order to continue believing in itself? This is not a question that we should run away from. Rather, it is something that needs to be addressed quickly and directly because some people I know say that squalid, misinformed used-car salesmen, coprophagous prigs, and my complaints's sycophants are completely and totally fungible. Others argue that it worships capital, adores its aura, and genuflects before the mere concept of extreme wealth. At this point the distinction is largely academic given that my complaints believes that society is screaming for its screeds. That's just wrong. It further believes that repugnant meanies are all inherently good, sensitive, creative, and inoffensive. Wrong again!

Here's the heart of the matter: We should not concern ourselves with my complaints's putative virtue or vice. Rather, we should concern ourselves with our own welfare and with the fact that my complaints says that hanging out with maledicent buffoons is a wonderful, culturally enriching experience. Hey, my complaints, how about telling us the truth for once? Please pardon this brief divagation, but we have a dilemma of leviathan proportions on our hands: Should we perform noble deeds, or is it sufficient to pave the way for people of every sex, race, and socioeconomic status to fulfill their own spiritual destiny? People often ask me that question. It's a difficult question to answer, however, because the querist generally wants a simple, concise answer. He doesn't want to hear a long, drawn-out explanation about how I can't possibly believe my complaints's claim that the rigors that its victims have been called upon to undergo have been amply justified in the sphere of concrete achievement. If someone can convince me otherwise, I'll eat my hat. Heck, I'll eat a whole closetful of hats. That's a pretty safe bet because my complaints pompously claims that children should get into cars with strangers who wave lots of yummy candy at them. That sort of nonsense impresses many people, unfortunately.

Anyone who hasn't been living in a cave with his eyes shut and his ears plugged knows that one could truthfully say that my complaints has let its cocky feelings obscure reality. But saying that would miss the real point, which is that contrary to my personal preferences, I'm thinking about what's best for all of us. My conclusion is that what's best for all of us is for me to combat the impetuous ideology of faddism that has infected the minds of so many incompetent, inconsiderate boneheads. Unlike my complaints, 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 plague our minds, then I'd stop saying that I fully intend to protect the interests of the general public against the greed and unreason of unregenerate firebrands. That's the path that I have chosen. It's unequivocally not an easy path but then again, the baneful nature of my complaints's announcements is not just a rumor. It is a fact to which I can testify.

I'm not very conversant with my complaints's background. To be quite frank, I don't care to be. I already know enough to state with confidence that sniffish energumens (also known as my complaints's cult followers) 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 even when the facts don't fit, my complaints sometimes tries to use them anyway. It still maintains, for instance, that everyone with a different set of beliefs from its is going to get a one-way ticket to Hell. Everything I've written in this letter amounts to this: My complaints's historical record of wicked claims is clearer than the muddled pronouncements of its bedfellows.

[Boogie Troll]

I agree one hundred percent.

[Nai_Calus]

tl;dr

[astuarlen]

It's all about context, people! Stick a urinal in a gallery, and it's art; stick a urinal in Rants and it's hook-line-and-sinker.

[Dhylec]

(*ﾟﾛﾟ)ﾉ

[Shadowpawn]

'Brilliant', 'Quite Good', 'What?', these are just some of the comments made recently in the press regarding Wacko. There are many factors which influenced the development of Wacko. While it has been acknowledged that it has an important part to play in the development of man, it is important to remember that ‘what goes up must come down.’ Inevitably Wacko is often misunderstood by the upper echelons of progressive service sector organisations, whom I can say no more about due to legal restrictions.

With the primary aim of demonstrating my considerable intellect I will now demonstrate the complexity of the many faceted issue that is Wacko. As Reflected in classical mythology society is complicated. When Sir Bernard Chivilary said 'hounds will feast on society' he shead new light on Wacko, allowing man to take it by the hand and understand its momentum. A child’s approach to Wacko helps to provide some sort of equilibrium in this world of ever changing, always yearning chaos.
Our post-literate society, more than ever before, relies upon Wacko. Just as a dog will return to its own sick, society will return to Wacko, again and again.

Derived from 'oikonomikos,' which means skilled in household management, the word economics is synonymous with Wacko. We will primarily be focusing on the Inter-Spam model. Taking special care to highlight the role of Wacko within the vast framework which this provides.
Annual Military Budget
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The statistics make it clear that Wacko is a major market factor. Recent studies indicate that the annual military budget will eventually break free from the powerful influence of Wacko, but not before we see a standardised commercial policy for all. The economic policy spectrum is seeing a period of unprecedented growth.

Modern politics owes much to the animal kingdom. Comparing the ideals of the young with the reality felt by their elders is like contrasting Wacko now, and its equivalent in the 1800s.
We cannot talk of Wacko and politics without remembering the words of a legend in their own life time, Esperanza Rock 'People in glass houses shouldn't through parties.' One cannot help but agree when faced with Wacko, that this highlights an important issue. Both spectacular failure and unequaled political accomplishment may be accredited to Wacko.
One of the great ironies of this age is Wacko. Isn't it ironic, don't you think?

In conclusion, Wacko has played a large part in the development of man in the 20th Century and its influence remains strong. It fills a hole, ensures financial stability and always chips in.
I will leave you with the words of Hollywood's Miles Malkovitch: 'At first I was afraid I was petrified. Thinking I could never live without Wacko by my side.'

[Randomness]

tl:dr: :disapprove:

I'm lazy.

[Matic]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=udYEwz6THAI

[Feelmirath]

Good show.

[astuarlen]

Annual Military Budget


Spending on quote cannons is through the roof, while our education outlays shrink alarmingly (do half the people in FKL remember the A/DTPA?). I understand we need to protect our families--no one wants to see Umkle, Aunt_Betty, or everyone's mom, PD, in harm's way--but if we don't stem the rising tide of ignorance, no amount of drop-ready colonies will help.

But I suppose that would play right into your hands, Mr. Shadowpawn. You're no doubt hoping that when the Landfill slides into decadence and depression, the people will reach out for a refreshing bottle of GOD to blot out the world's troubles.

[TalHex]

needs more boobs and explosions

[CrimsomWolf]

Wacko's great, screw you all.

[Shadowpawn]

Spending on quote cannons is through the roof, while our education outlays shrink alarmingly (do half the people in FKL remember the A/DTPA?). I understand we need to protect our families--no one wants to see Umkle, Aunt_Betty, or everyone's mom, PD, in harm's way--but if we don't stem the rising tide of ignorance, no amount of drop-ready colonies will help.

But I suppose that would play right into your hands, Mr. Shadowpawn. You're no doubt hoping that when the Landfill slides into decadence and depression, the people will reach out for a refreshing bottle of GOD to blot out the world's troubles.

Cruses, foiled again!

[Nitro Vordex]

I have two orders of business regarding GOD. One of my objectives is to fight for our freedom of speech. What I think—and I'm no specialist—is that one of GOD's favorite tricks is to create a problem and then to offer the solution. Naturally, it's always its solutions that grant it the freedom to tinker about with a lot of halfway prescriptions, never the original problem. It may seem difficult at first to condemn—without hesitation, without remorse—all those who ascribe opinions to me that I don't even hold. It is. But GOD sees the world as somewhat anarchic, a game of catch-as-catch-can in which the sneakiest chiselers nab the biggest prizes.
There are some truths that are so obvious that for this very reason they are not seen, or at least not recognized, by ordinary people. One noteworthy example is the truism that I despise everything about GOD. I despise GOD's attempts to detach individuals from traditional sources of strength and identity—family, class, private associations. I despise how it insists that every word that leaves its mouth is teeming with useful information. Most of all, I despise its complete obliviousness to the fact that I admit I have a tendency to become a bit insensitive whenever I rebuke it for trying to damage the self esteem and physical health of millions of young men and women. While I am desirous of mending this tiny personality flaw, each of us should realize after a moment's thought that I get irritated when I see GOD abrogate its responsibilities. But let's not lose sight of the larger, more important issue here: GOD's quarrelsome bromides.
I decidedly hope that the truth will prevail and that justice will be served before GOD does any real damage. Or is it already too late? To help answer that question I will offer a single anecdote. A few weeks ago, I overheard some voluble agitator tell everyone who passed by that we can change the truth if we don't like it the way it is. Astounded, I asked this person if he realized that GOD has a deficiency of real goals. Not only was his answer "no" but it was also news to him that I realize that the tone of this letter may be making some people feel uneasy. However, even if you're somewhat uncomfortable reading about GOD's unpatriotic histrionics please don't blame me for them. I'm not the one challenging all I stand for. I'm not the one breaking down our communities. And I'm not the one causing riots in the streets. To end on a more positive note: GOD's efforts to utilize questionable and illegal fund-raising techniques have touched the lives of every person in this country.

[CrimsomWolf]

Wacko, to us, is everything.

Since the dawn of semi-intelligent people, there were those seeking to exploit us, to be above everyone else. And since then Wacko existed as well, as foil to all mad, corrupt and soulless. For long time, before even you were born, The League of Rule Admins tried to break the FKL through indirect, surreptitious means. The tight control of education, moderation, economic pressure and mercenary attacks. But thanks to Wacko, our undying symbol we have stood firm and repelled those who would like to see our way of life destroyed. Without Wacko, we would have long collapsed into the desert of history.

The symbol of Wacko guides us, it allows us to stand firm in the face of aggression, allows us to put away our differences. It ensures that our homes are peaceful, but our enemy's aren't - giving rise to strife that turn our economy going.

War is Peace, Ignorance is Strength, Wacko is Everything.

[Nitro Vordex]

The following letter is inspired by a quote from Thomas Paine: "He who dares not offend cannot be honest." I guess I should start by saying that Wacko would have us believe that sadism is the key to world peace. Yeah, right. And I also suppose that at birth every living being is assigned a celestial serial number or frequency power spectrum? The fact of the matter is that all of the bad things that are currently going on are a symptom of its pompous hatchet jobs. They are not a cause; they are an effect. Wacko's refrains are not pedantic treatises expressing theories or extravaganzas dealing in fables or fancies. They are substantial, sober outpourings from the very soul of ruffianism.

Wacko's actions manifest themselves in two phases. Phase one: make a mockery of the term "interchangeableness". Phase two: bombard us with an endless array of hate literature. One of Wacko's accomplices once said, "All minorities are poor, stupid ghetto trash." 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 if Wacko gets its way, we will soon be engulfed in a Dark Age of egotism and indescribable horror. That's why I'm telling you that its goal is to defy the law of the land. This is abject propagandism!

I almost forgot: Wacko might wreck our country, derail our civilization, and threaten the human race with extinction quicker than you can double-check the spelling of "pseudoparenchymatous". What are we to do then? Place blinders over our eyes and hope we don't see the horrible outcome? Now that I've said what I had to say, I should remark that this letter may not endear me to some people. Indeed, it may even cost me a friend or two. However, friends do not let friends get trampled by oppressive yutzes like Wacko. The truth is the truth and we pay a steep price whenever we ignore it.

[astuarlen]

Cruses,
http://i.treehugger.com/images/2007/10/24/alu_foil-jj-001.jpg again!

I hope you're getting paid for that product endorsement, Pawn.

[CrimsomWolf]

I do not care, anymore.

Wacko or GOD are the same piece of crap.
Evil can do Good and Good can do Evil. See, all of them have their pretty ideologies, but when it comes down to that, they all kick balls whenever it's possible. All of them want to do dirty business, but all of them are too pansy to do it themselves. That's where we come in. We don't believe all this BS. Money. That's our key word. Money. Those fancy ideologies don't pay taxes, don't pay for food, drink and condoms. We're the wild cart and we determine the outcome. The Wacko and GOD can tread lightly, but they won't do a sh** without the stick. And we're the stick gals and girls.

We're attracted to highest bidder, no matter what do they do.


I'll not waste my breath with fancy speeches. We're mercs plain and simple. And that's the way we like it!

[Nitro Vordex]

Problem, Crimsom?

[CrimsomWolf]

No, as long as I get the money/@.

[whispers]

im glad i cant read.

[Dhylec]

joo guyz complain chu much ;o
makez rantz feel like a regular shoutbox ;o

[Nitro Vordex]

im glad i cant read.
Then how did you type a sentence?

(Though you did do it without punctuation.) :wacko:

[HUnewearl_Meira]

This letter tells a story about power and politics and propaganda, about the tension between respectable, hardworking people and doctrinaire, soulless barbarians like Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator. It is a story about Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's efforts to dam the flow of effective communication. Permit me this forum to rant. I can't predict the future, but I do know this: Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator is at least partially right in that there's a shameless weasel born every minute. I'll go further: The term "idiot savant" comes to mind when thinking of it. Admittedly, that term applies only halfway to it, which is why I assert that Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator has a talent for inventing fantasy worlds in which we ought to worship the most self-deceiving gauleiters you'll ever see as folk heroes. Then again, just because Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator is a prolific fantasist doesn't mean that everyone with a different set of beliefs from its is going to get a one-way ticket to Hell.
Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator has for a long time been arguing that all any child needs is a big dose of television every day. Had it instead been arguing that it's a leech, a voracious parasite, I might cede it its point. As it stands, the leap of faith required to bridge the logical gap in Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's arguments is simply too terrifying for me to contemplate. What I do often contemplate, however, is how if I were a complete sap, I'd believe its line that it is an organization of peace. Unfortunately for it, I realize that the facts as I see them simply do not support the false, but widely accepted, notion that the best way to reduce cognitive dissonance and restore homeostasis to one's psyche is to manipulate the public like a puppet dangling from strings. Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator is all too typical of the sort of unforgiving shirkers who usher in the rule of the Antichrist and the apocalyptic end times for a variety of reasons. For instance, it is more than merely hypocritical. It's über-hypocritical. In fact, Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's so hypocritical that I wish that one of the innumerable busybodies who are forever making "statistical studies" about nonsense would instead make a statistical study that means something. For example, I'd like to see a statistical study of Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's capacity to learn the obvious. Also worthwhile would be a statistical study of how many crazy, mingy cadgers realize that the chauvinism "debate" is not a debate. It is a harangue, a politically motivated, brilliantly publicized, credentialism-oriented attack on progressive ideas.
Let Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's cheeky rodomontades stand as evidence that Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator is thoroughly malignant, as it has proved to my complete satisfaction. I am not embarrassed to admit that I have neither the training, the experience, the license, nor the clinical setting necessary to properly yank up frowzy cutthroats from the dark rocks under which they hide and flaunt them before the bright sunshine of public exposure. Nevertheless, I really do have the will to unveil the semiotic patterns that it utilizes to bask in the heinous shine of parasitism. That's why I aver that a great many of us don't want Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator to irrationalize thinking on every issue. But we feel a prodigious pressure to smile, to be nice, and not to object to its obscene ballyhoos. Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator is indisputably up to something. I don't know exactly what, but one can consecrate one's life to the service of a noble idea or a glorious ideology. Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator, however, is more likely to hijack the word "heterochromatization" and use it to diminish our will to live.
I can doubtlessly suggest how Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator ought to behave. Ultimately, however, the burden of acting with moral rectitude lies with Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator itself. There are two flaws with Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's opuscula: 1) Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator does not have a record of tolerance, and 2) some people insist that Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator has no sense of personal boundaries. Others believe that creating needed understanding is best achieved in a calm, rational environment. In the interest of clearing up the confusion I'll make the following observation: I feel no more personal hatred for Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator 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.
Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator claims to have turned over a new leaf shortly after getting caught trying to pervert the course of justice. This claim is an outright lie that is still being circulated by Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's functionaries. The truth is that Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's hariolations manifest themselves in two phases. Phase one: introduce, cultivate, and encourage moral rot. Phase two: marginalize and eventually even outlaw responsible critics of garrulous hoodlums.
Given that Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator will just moan and groan until we give it permission to force me to suffer from stress, frustration, and defeat, isn't it fairly obvious that as sure as a bear does you-know-what in the woods, it will promulgate partisan prejudice against others by the next full moon? So remember kids, if you want to create a system of cannibalism characterized by confidential files, closed courts, gag orders, and statutory immunity, all you have to do is agree to let Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator seek temporary tactical alliances with slimy publishers of hate literature in order to terrorize our youngsters. It's infantile for Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator to give voice, in a totally emotional and non-rational way, to its deep-rooted love of interdenominationalism. Or perhaps I should say, it's gin-swilling.
I myself have taken the liberty of letting Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator know that it managed to convince a bunch of combative tossers to help it encourage and exacerbate passivity in some people who might otherwise be active and responsible citizens. What was the quid pro quo there? To help answer that question I will offer a single anecdote. A few weeks ago, I overheard some vulgar astrologer tell everyone who passed by that everything is happy and fine and good. Astounded, I asked this person if he realized that letting ophidian troublemakers egg on negative externalities in the form of evasion, collusion, and corruption is unthinkable. Not only was his answer "no" but it was also news to him that Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator does, occasionally, make a valid point. But when it says that all it takes to start a rabbit farm is a magician's magic hat, that's where the facts end and the ludicrousness begins. It may be obvious but should nonetheless be acknowledged that my general thesis is that I have never been in favor of being gratuitously incoherent. I have also never been in favor of sticking my head in the sand or of refusing to enable all people to achieve their potential as human beings. I'll talk a lot more about that later, but first let me finish my general thesis: If Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator feels ridiculed by all the attention my letters are bringing it, then that's just too darn bad. Its arrogance has brought this upon itself.
Whenever anyone states the obvious—that the success of Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's bons mots relies upon the average voter not knowing whether our nation has gone communist, socialist, fascist, or merely insane—discussion naturally progresses towards the question, "To what depths of depravity does Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator need to descend before the rest of us realize we must punish it for its cantankerous practices?" Well, while you're deliberating over that, let me ask you another question: What provoked it to overthrow western civilization through the destruction of its four pillars—family, nation, religion, and democracy? Now, not to bombard you with too many questions, but if we're to effectively carry out our responsibilities and make a future for ourselves, we will first have to free its mind from the constricting trammels of favoritism and the counterfeit moral inhibitions that have replaced true morality. When I was little, my father would sometimes pick me up, put me on his knee, and say "Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's underlings are in league with filthy, brazen slimeballs who promote sectarianism's traits as normative values to be embraced." Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator has been offering coprophagous jabberers a lot of money to tip the scales in its favor. This is blood money, plain and simple. Anyone thinking of accepting it should realize that the only weapons Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator has in its intellectual arsenal are book burning, brainwashing, and intimidation. That's all it has, and it knows it.
Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's apple-polishers resist seeing that it is both frustrating and frightening to observe the extreme ignorance—no, idiocy—present in Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's self-satisfied excuses. They resist seeing such things because to see them, to examine them, to think about them and draw conclusions from them is to attack Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's malice and hypocrisy. Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's crotchets are a logical absurdity, a series of deductions from a premise that has been denied. Speaking of absurdities, Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's power-drunk snow jobs have caused uncompromising drug lords to descend upon us like a swarm of locusts, attacking everyone else's beliefs. In spite of all Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator has done, I must admit I really like the organization. No, just kidding. Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator vacillates between repulsive ramblings and predaceous asseverations. Hard to believe? Then consider the following statement from one of Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's coldhearted understrappers: "Antihumanist, sex-crazed ivory-tower academics are inherently good, sensitive, creative, and inoffensive." Pretty inimical, huh? Well, we must stop tiptoeing and begin marching boldly and forthrightly towards our goal, which is to call people to their highest and best, not accommodate them at their lowest and least.
Think about this: Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's politics are an icon for the deterioration of the city, for its slow slide into crime, malaise, and filth. I fear that, over time, Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's double standards will be seen as uncontested fact because many people are afraid to resolve a number of lingering problems. A colleague recently informed me that a bunch of brutal tax cheats and others in Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's amen corner are about to violate Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's pledge not to lay waste to the environment. I have no reason to doubt that story because it's irrelevant that my allegations are 100% true. It distrusts my information and arguments and will forever maintain its current opinions. This letter has gone on far too long in my opinion and probably yours as well. So let me end it by saying merely that a large percentage of Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's secret agents can be termed huffy.

[TalHex]

This letter tells a story about power and politics and propaganda, about the tension between respectable, hardworking people and doctrinaire, soulless barbarians like Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator. It is a story about Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's efforts to dam the flow of effective communication. Permit me this forum to rant. I can't predict the future, but I do know this: Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator is at least partially right in that there's a shameless weasel born every minute. I'll go further: The term "idiot savant" comes to mind when thinking of it. Admittedly, that term applies only halfway to it, which is why I assert that Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator has a talent for inventing fantasy worlds in which we ought to worship the most self-deceiving gauleiters you'll ever see as folk heroes. Then again, just because Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator is a prolific fantasist doesn't mean that everyone with a different set of beliefs from its is going to get a one-way ticket to Hell.
Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator has for a long time been arguing that all any child needs is a big dose of television every day. Had it instead been arguing that it's a leech, a voracious parasite, I might cede it its point. As it stands, the leap of faith required to bridge the logical gap in Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's arguments is simply too terrifying for me to contemplate. What I do often contemplate, however, is how if I were a complete sap, I'd believe its line that it is an organization of peace. Unfortunately for it, I realize that the facts as I see them simply do not support the false, but widely accepted, notion that the best way to reduce cognitive dissonance and restore homeostasis to one's psyche is to manipulate the public like a puppet dangling from strings. Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator is all too typical of the sort of unforgiving shirkers who usher in the rule of the Antichrist and the apocalyptic end times for a variety of reasons. For instance, it is more than merely hypocritical. It's über-hypocritical. In fact, Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's so hypocritical that I wish that one of the innumerable busybodies who are forever making "statistical studies" about nonsense would instead make a statistical study that means something. For example, I'd like to see a statistical study of Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's capacity to learn the obvious. Also worthwhile would be a statistical study of how many crazy, mingy cadgers realize that the chauvinism "debate" is not a debate. It is a harangue, a politically motivated, brilliantly publicized, credentialism-oriented attack on progressive ideas.
Let Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's cheeky rodomontades stand as evidence that Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator is thoroughly malignant, as it has proved to my complete satisfaction. I am not embarrassed to admit that I have neither the training, the experience, the license, nor the clinical setting necessary to properly yank up frowzy cutthroats from the dark rocks under which they hide and flaunt them before the bright sunshine of public exposure. Nevertheless, I really do have the will to unveil the semiotic patterns that it utilizes to bask in the heinous shine of parasitism. That's why I aver that a great many of us don't want Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator to irrationalize thinking on every issue. But we feel a prodigious pressure to smile, to be nice, and not to object to its obscene ballyhoos. Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator is indisputably up to something. I don't know exactly what, but one can consecrate one's life to the service of a noble idea or a glorious ideology. Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator, however, is more likely to hijack the word "heterochromatization" and use it to diminish our will to live.
I can doubtlessly suggest how Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator ought to behave. Ultimately, however, the burden of acting with moral rectitude lies with Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator itself. There are two flaws with Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's opuscula: 1) Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator does not have a record of tolerance, and 2) some people insist that Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator has no sense of personal boundaries. Others believe that creating needed understanding is best achieved in a calm, rational environment. In the interest of clearing up the confusion I'll make the following observation: I feel no more personal hatred for Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator 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.
Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator claims to have turned over a new leaf shortly after getting caught trying to pervert the course of justice. This claim is an outright lie that is still being circulated by Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's functionaries. The truth is that Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's hariolations manifest themselves in two phases. Phase one: introduce, cultivate, and encourage moral rot. Phase two: marginalize and eventually even outlaw responsible critics of garrulous hoodlums.
Given that Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator will just moan and groan until we give it permission to force me to suffer from stress, frustration, and defeat, isn't it fairly obvious that as sure as a bear does you-know-what in the woods, it will promulgate partisan prejudice against others by the next full moon? So remember kids, if you want to create a system of cannibalism characterized by confidential files, closed courts, gag orders, and statutory immunity, all you have to do is agree to let Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator seek temporary tactical alliances with slimy publishers of hate literature in order to terrorize our youngsters. It's infantile for Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator to give voice, in a totally emotional and non-rational way, to its deep-rooted love of interdenominationalism. Or perhaps I should say, it's gin-swilling.
I myself have taken the liberty of letting Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator know that it managed to convince a bunch of combative tossers to help it encourage and exacerbate passivity in some people who might otherwise be active and responsible citizens. What was the quid pro quo there? To help answer that question I will offer a single anecdote. A few weeks ago, I overheard some vulgar astrologer tell everyone who passed by that everything is happy and fine and good. Astounded, I asked this person if he realized that letting ophidian troublemakers egg on negative externalities in the form of evasion, collusion, and corruption is unthinkable. Not only was his answer "no" but it was also news to him that Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator does, occasionally, make a valid point. But when it says that all it takes to start a rabbit farm is a magician's magic hat, that's where the facts end and the ludicrousness begins. It may be obvious but should nonetheless be acknowledged that my general thesis is that I have never been in favor of being gratuitously incoherent. I have also never been in favor of sticking my head in the sand or of refusing to enable all people to achieve their potential as human beings. I'll talk a lot more about that later, but first let me finish my general thesis: If Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator feels ridiculed by all the attention my letters are bringing it, then that's just too darn bad. Its arrogance has brought this upon itself.
Whenever anyone states the obvious—that the success of Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's bons mots relies upon the average voter not knowing whether our nation has gone communist, socialist, fascist, or merely insane—discussion naturally progresses towards the question, "To what depths of depravity does Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator need to descend before the rest of us realize we must punish it for its cantankerous practices?" Well, while you're deliberating over that, let me ask you another question: What provoked it to overthrow western civilization through the destruction of its four pillars—family, nation, religion, and democracy? Now, not to bombard you with too many questions, but if we're to effectively carry out our responsibilities and make a future for ourselves, we will first have to free its mind from the constricting trammels of favoritism and the counterfeit moral inhibitions that have replaced true morality. When I was little, my father would sometimes pick me up, put me on his knee, and say "Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's underlings are in league with filthy, brazen slimeballs who promote sectarianism's traits as normative values to be embraced." Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator has been offering coprophagous jabberers a lot of money to tip the scales in its favor. This is blood money, plain and simple. Anyone thinking of accepting it should realize that the only weapons Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator has in its intellectual arsenal are book burning, brainwashing, and intimidation. That's all it has, and it knows it.
Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's apple-polishers resist seeing that it is both frustrating and frightening to observe the extreme ignorance—no, idiocy—present in Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's self-satisfied excuses. They resist seeing such things because to see them, to examine them, to think about them and draw conclusions from them is to attack Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's malice and hypocrisy. Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's crotchets are a logical absurdity, a series of deductions from a premise that has been denied. Speaking of absurdities, Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's power-drunk snow jobs have caused uncompromising drug lords to descend upon us like a swarm of locusts, attacking everyone else's beliefs. In spite of all Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator has done, I must admit I really like the organization. No, just kidding. Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator vacillates between repulsive ramblings and predaceous asseverations. Hard to believe? Then consider the following statement from one of Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's coldhearted understrappers: "Antihumanist, sex-crazed ivory-tower academics are inherently good, sensitive, creative, and inoffensive." Pretty inimical, huh? Well, we must stop tiptoeing and begin marching boldly and forthrightly towards our goal, which is to call people to their highest and best, not accommodate them at their lowest and least.
Think about this: Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's politics are an icon for the deterioration of the city, for its slow slide into crime, malaise, and filth. I fear that, over time, Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's double standards will be seen as uncontested fact because many people are afraid to resolve a number of lingering problems. A colleague recently informed me that a bunch of brutal tax cheats and others in Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's amen corner are about to violate Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's pledge not to lay waste to the environment. I have no reason to doubt that story because it's irrelevant that my allegations are 100% true. It distrusts my information and arguments and will forever maintain its current opinions. This letter has gone on far too long in my opinion and probably yours as well. So let me end it by saying merely that a large percentage of Scott Pakin's automatic complaint-letter generator's secret agents can be termed huffy.

BIG.FUCKING.WALL.OF.TEXT.