So here I am taking time out of my busy schedule to let you and maybe a few other people know that Mr. Jelly Jam's policies are sickening, deplorable, and shockingly evil. Let me get to the crux of the matter: I have a hard time reasoning with people who remain calm when they see Jelly spitting on sacred icons. We indeed can't afford to let him eavesdrop on all sorts of private conversations. What I'm suggesting is that we provide you with a holistic and thematic history of his irascible positions. That's the key to making pretentiousness unfashionable, and it's the only way that most people will ever learn that when I was a child my clergyman told me, “I'm sure Jelly seriously believes that his cajoleries are all sweetness and light, seeing how his selective memory works.” If you think about it you'll see his point.
Jelly insists that taxpayers are a magic purse that never runs out of gold. I claim that this allegation does not withstand scrutiny, in part because a nation concerned about the economic, public-health, and security consequences of atmospheric pollution, climate change, sea-level rise, and diminishing supplies of fresh water can do all classes of things to dispense justice. Alas, such efforts will be for naught without universal acknowledgment that this is not a question of alarmism or cynicism. Rather, it is a question about how Jelly's lamentations began innocently enough with peaceful calls for democratic change. Unfortunately, his army of yellow-bellied loons has since morphed into the prime backer of a bloody, armed insurgency, replete with cullionly demands for shrinking the so-called marketplace of ideas down to convenience-store size.
I can repeat with undiminished conviction something I said eons ago: Jelly commonly appoints ineffective people to important positions. He then ensures that these people stay in those positions because that makes it easy for Jelly to place our freedoms under more sustained and subtle attack than at any time in recorded history. He has gotten carried away with seizing control of the power structure. It's pretty clear from this lack of restraint that he would dispense bread and circuses to brutal traitors to entice them to shake belief in all existing institutions through the systematic perversion of both contemporary and historical facts, all at the drop of a hat. It's therefore imperative that we keep our courage up, as doing so will let Jelly know that he is a sanctimonious cult leader. I use that label only when it's true. If you don't believe it is, then consider that Jelly should certainly heed Cicero's advice, “Appetitus rationi pareat.” (For those of you who failed your introductory Latin class, that means, “Let your desires be ruled by reason.”) At this point, our task is to call your attention to the problem of audacious scroungers. Your support can help greatly with this task, this crucial task, at which we must not fail.
So here I am taking time out of my busy schedule to let you and maybe a few other people know that Mr. Jelly Jam's policies are sickening, deplorable, and shockingly evil. Let me get to the crux of the matter: I have a hard time reasoning with people who remain calm when they see Jelly spitting on sacred icons. We indeed can't afford to let him eavesdrop on all sorts of private conversations. What I'm suggesting is that we provide you with a holistic and thematic history of his irascible positions. That's the key to making pretentiousness unfashionable, and it's the only way that most people will ever learn that when I was a child my clergyman told me, “I'm sure Jelly seriously believes that his cajoleries are all sweetness and light, seeing how his selective memory works.” If you think about it you'll see his point.
Jelly insists that taxpayers are a magic purse that never runs out of gold. I claim that this allegation does not withstand scrutiny, in part because a nation concerned about the economic, public-health, and security consequences of atmospheric pollution, climate change, sea-level rise, and diminishing supplies of fresh water can do all classes of things to dispense justice. Alas, such efforts will be for naught without universal acknowledgment that this is not a question of alarmism or cynicism. Rather, it is a question about how Jelly's lamentations began innocently enough with peaceful calls for democratic change. Unfortunately, his army of yellow-bellied loons has since morphed into the prime backer of a bloody, armed insurgency, replete with cullionly demands for shrinking the so-called marketplace of ideas down to convenience-store size.
I can repeat with undiminished conviction something I said eons ago: Jelly commonly appoints ineffective people to important positions. He then ensures that these people stay in those positions because that makes it easy for Jelly to place our freedoms under more sustained and subtle attack than at any time in recorded history. He has gotten carried away with seizing control of the power structure. It's pretty clear from this lack of restraint that he would dispense bread and circuses to brutal traitors to entice them to shake belief in all existing institutions through the systematic perversion of both contemporary and historical facts, all at the drop of a hat. It's therefore imperative that we keep our courage up, as doing so will let Jelly know that he is a sanctimonious cult leader. I use that label only when it's true. If you don't believe it is, then consider that Jelly should certainly heed Cicero's advice, “Appetitus rationi pareat.” (For those of you who failed your introductory Latin class, that means, “Let your desires be ruled by reason.”) At this point, our task is to call your attention to the problem of audacious scroungers. Your support can help greatly with this task, this crucial task, at which we must not fail.
Can someone translate Rag's words on a language understandable to me please? By that, I don't mean Serbian, but the normal English. So many words I don't understand there ):
You serious bro?
Can someone translate Rag's words on a language understandable to me please? By that, I don't mean Serbian, but the normal English. So many words I don't understand there ):
I am writing this to let everyone know that I have a concern regarding Mr. Jelly Jam's self-aggrandizing witticisms. 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. Regardless of what philanthropic enthusiasts or visionary dreamers may say about human perfectibility, there are three fairly obvious problems with Jelly's demands, each of which needs to be addressed by any letter that attempts to protect the interests of the general public against the greed and unreason of juvenile braggarts. First, Jelly's guild controls illegal drugs and prostitution as well as banking, oil, defense, and the media. Second, despite Jelly's protestations and rhetoric, the facts do not support his claims. And third, he turns his back on those who have been the most loyal to him. I've said that before and I've said it often, but perhaps I haven't been concrete enough or specific enough, so now I'll try to remedy those shortcomings. I'll try to be a lot more specific and concrete when I explain that he has been doing everything in his power to prevent people like me from calling your attention to the problem of surly, testy tatterdemalions. To that end, he has manufactured a long list of eyebrow-raising accusations that often read more like wild-eyed conspiracy theories than serious discourse. Ironically, we should be accusing him of using terms of opprobrium such as “lusk Chadbands” and “barbaric lunatics” to castigate whomever he opposes.
Jelly has long been getting away with enshrining irrational fears and fancies as truth. I urge all of my beautiful and loyal fans to walk with me side-by-side as we march up the steps of justice to right this unconscionable wrong and prove to the world that Jelly has created for himself premier victim status. He uses this status to shield himself from scrutiny whenever he's caught equipping extremism-oriented clunks of one sort or another with flame throwers, hand grenades, and heat-seeking missiles. Jelly's victim status also means that Jelly's nemeses have to be cautious when suggesting that just because he and his minions don't like being labeled as “chippy clodpates” or “contumelious bludgers” doesn't mean the shoe doesn't fit. I can't predict the future, but I do know this: Jelly has recently stated that his platitudes won't be used for political retribution. Such statements, like his earlier writings and pronouncements, are a contemptible insult to all decent and feeling people. As amazing as it seems, his taradiddles are truly mawkish. However, for many theorists in the humanities today, the key issue with Jelly's taradiddles boils down to one question: Why doesn't Jelly point a critical finger at himself for a change? Any honest person who takes the time to think about that question will be forced to conclude that Jelly is the root of all evil. That much is crystal clear. But did you know that this is the precondition for my crusade against licentious libertinism? That's why I'm telling you that Jelly really wants me to come to heel. If I did, I'm sure the chortles from Jelly and his band would be rich and prolonged, especially given how Jelly has recently been going around claiming that coercion in the name of liberty is a valid use of state power. You really have to tie your brain in knots to be gullible enough to believe that junk.
Jelly is the secret player behind the present, foul-mouthed political scene. He must be brought out from behind the curtain before it's too late, before his patsies subject human beings to indignities. The most perceptive members of our society respond positively to my message that Jelly is the éminence grise behind every plot to intensify race hatred. Sure, it sounds effete. Blame that on the worst kinds of querulous, cuckoo cadgers there are. I have just enough stomach left to address one last instance of Mr. Jelly Jam's vindictive imbecility: He sincerely believes that I'm too bloodthirsty to expose his malversation.
I am writing this to let everyone know that I have a concern regarding Mr. Jelly Jam's self-aggrandizing witticisms. 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. Regardless of what philanthropic enthusiasts or visionary dreamers may say about human perfectibility, there are three fairly obvious problems with Jelly's demands, each of which needs to be addressed by any letter that attempts to protect the interests of the general public against the greed and unreason of juvenile braggarts. First, Jelly's guild controls illegal drugs and prostitution as well as banking, oil, defense, and the media. Second, despite Jelly's protestations and rhetoric, the facts do not support his claims. And third, he turns his back on those who have been the most loyal to him. I've said that before and I've said it often, but perhaps I haven't been concrete enough or specific enough, so now I'll try to remedy those shortcomings. I'll try to be a lot more specific and concrete when I explain that he has been doing everything in his power to prevent people like me from calling your attention to the problem of surly, testy tatterdemalions. To that end, he has manufactured a long list of eyebrow-raising accusations that often read more like wild-eyed conspiracy theories than serious discourse. Ironically, we should be accusing him of using terms of opprobrium such as “lusk Chadbands” and “barbaric lunatics” to castigate whomever he opposes.
Jelly has long been getting away with enshrining irrational fears and fancies as truth. I urge all of my beautiful and loyal fans to walk with me side-by-side as we march up the steps of justice to right this unconscionable wrong and prove to the world that Jelly has created for himself premier victim status. He uses this status to shield himself from scrutiny whenever he's caught equipping extremism-oriented clunks of one sort or another with flame throwers, hand grenades, and heat-seeking missiles. Jelly's victim status also means that Jelly's nemeses have to be cautious when suggesting that just because he and his minions don't like being labeled as “chippy clodpates” or “contumelious bludgers” doesn't mean the shoe doesn't fit. I can't predict the future, but I do know this: Jelly has recently stated that his platitudes won't be used for political retribution. Such statements, like his earlier writings and pronouncements, are a contemptible insult to all decent and feeling people. As amazing as it seems, his taradiddles are truly mawkish. However, for many theorists in the humanities today, the key issue with Jelly's taradiddles boils down to one question: Why doesn't Jelly point a critical finger at himself for a change? Any honest person who takes the time to think about that question will be forced to conclude that Jelly is the root of all evil. That much is crystal clear. But did you know that this is the precondition for my crusade against licentious libertinism? That's why I'm telling you that Jelly really wants me to come to heel. If I did, I'm sure the chortles from Jelly and his band would be rich and prolonged, especially given how Jelly has recently been going around claiming that coercion in the name of liberty is a valid use of state power. You really have to tie your brain in knots to be gullible enough to believe that junk.
Jelly is the secret player behind the present, foul-mouthed political scene. He must be brought out from behind the curtain before it's too late, before his patsies subject human beings to indignities. The most perceptive members of our society respond positively to my message that Jelly is the éminence grise behind every plot to intensify race hatred. Sure, it sounds effete. Blame that on the worst kinds of querulous, cuckoo cadgers there are. I have just enough stomach left to address one last instance of Mr. Jelly Jam's vindictive imbecility: He sincerely believes that I'm too bloodthirsty to expose his malversation.
Or maybe YOU ARE /DID ALL OF THESE and you're trying to hide it by blaming it on me!
HA, BUSTED!!!
EDIT: Wow, whole latest posts part of the homepage dedicated to me, I'm so popular now!
Or maybe YOU ARE /DID ALL OF THESE and you're trying to hide it by blaming it on me!
HA, BUSTED!!!
EDIT: Wow, whole latest posts part of the homepage dedicated to me, I'm so popular now! :flex:
Do Smoke [NC]'s “compromises” appear reasonable to anyone other than vainglorious scumbags? What does Smoke hope to achieve by repeatedly applying his lips to the posteriors of power-drunk sophisters? And when will Smoke come clean and admit that he intends to teach our children a version of history that is not only skewed, distorted, and wrong but dangerously so? This letter is not the place to explore the answers to those questions. Its purpose is instead to express our concerns about Smoke's testy rodomontades. Unless you share my view that I could make a long argument for the idea that it is incumbent upon all of us to confront Smoke's opinions head-on, there's no need for you to hear me further.
It would stand to reason that I see how important Smoke's lecherous, quixotic zingers are to his partisans and I laugh. I laugh because his drug-induced ravings are a logical absurdity, a series of deductions from a premise that has been denied. Speaking of absurdities, one difference between Smoke's gestapo and other dark forces of anarchy and hatred is that the former intends to create an atmosphere that may temporarily energize or exhilarate but which, at the same time, will pose the gravest of human threats. Why does that matter? It matters because you may make the comment, “What does this have to do with jaded headcases?” Well, once you begin to see the light you'll realize that I've overheard various people, especially the verbally incontinent sort, assert that Smoke is a man of morality, achievements, and noble qualities, one who often sacrifices his own reputation or safety in order to pursue that which is right and those things that truly matter. I disagree, but I understand that we need to get a few things right before we can convince the public at large that Smoke proclaims that everything I say is both unsympathetic and coldhearted. 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 never intend to offend anyone, Smoke included. Alas, the following statement may upset a few people: Smoke's practices stink to high heaven. Some people squirm a bit when they they read things like that, but such statements are the key to explaining why Smoke and his conveniently bribed allies have been setting up dissident groups and individuals for conspiracy charges and then carrying out searches and seizures on flimsy pretexts. As bad as that is, it represents only the thin end of the wedge. In the coming days, Smoke will likely procure explosive devices, gasoline, and detonators for use in an upcoming campaign of terror.
We no longer have the luxury of indulging in universalist, altruistic principles that, no matter how noble they may appear, have enabled pigheaded marauders to shake belief in all existing institutions through the systematic perversion of both contemporary and historical facts. Epistemic Bonapartism weakens political determination and gives comfort to antipluralism. To overcome this the question of the role played by Smoke's entourage must be broached directly. Let me suggest we do by examining the way that Smoke would have us believe that some people deserve to feel safe while others do not. To be honest, he has never actually said that explicitly, but if you follow his logic—what little there is—you'll see that this is his real point.
For years I've been warning people that Smoke plans to sell us down the river. However, that's not my entire message; it's only a part of it. I also want you to know that every time Smoke gets caught trying to bowdlerize all unfavorable descriptions of his treacheries, he promises he'll never do so again. Subsequently, his tuft-hunters always jump in and explain that he really shouldn't be blamed even if he does because, as they maintain, a plausible excuse is a satisfactory substitute for performance.
Some uneducated sideshow barkers are actually considering helping Smoke bring discord, confusion, and frustration into our personal and public lives. How quickly such people forget that they were lied to, made fun of, and ridiculed by Smoke on numerous occasions. There's a chance that he will wage a clandestine guerilla war against many basic human rights by next weekend. Well, that's extremely speculative, but it is clear today that if we are going to speak objectively about Smoke's cajoleries, we must understand that Smoke says that anti-intellectualism is a wonderful thing. As usual, he can be counted on to wrap every actual fact in six layers of embellishment. The truth is that Smoke's obiter dicta have merged with clericalism in several interesting ways. Both spring from the same kind of reality-denying mentality. Both concentrate all the wealth of the world into Smoke's own hands. And both conjure up dirt against his fellow human beings. As this letter has hopefully convinced you, Smoke [NC] is trying to advocate measures that others criticize for being excessively bellicose just to prove he can. The good news is that tomorrow can be better than today. However, every one of us has a personal, moral responsibility to make it so.
Do Smoke [NC]'s “compromises” appear reasonable to anyone other than vainglorious scumbags? What does Smoke hope to achieve by repeatedly applying his lips to the posteriors of power-drunk sophisters? And when will Smoke come clean and admit that he intends to teach our children a version of history that is not only skewed, distorted, and wrong but dangerously so? This letter is not the place to explore the answers to those questions. Its purpose is instead to express our concerns about Smoke's testy rodomontades. Unless you share my view that I could make a long argument for the idea that it is incumbent upon all of us to confront Smoke's opinions head-on, there's no need for you to hear me further.
It would stand to reason that I see how important Smoke's lecherous, quixotic zingers are to his partisans and I laugh. I laugh because his drug-induced ravings are a logical absurdity, a series of deductions from a premise that has been denied. Speaking of absurdities, one difference between Smoke's gestapo and other dark forces of anarchy and hatred is that the former intends to create an atmosphere that may temporarily energize or exhilarate but which, at the same time, will pose the gravest of human threats. Why does that matter? It matters because you may make the comment, “What does this have to do with jaded headcases?” Well, once you begin to see the light you'll realize that I've overheard various people, especially the verbally incontinent sort, assert that Smoke is a man of morality, achievements, and noble qualities, one who often sacrifices his own reputation or safety in order to pursue that which is right and those things that truly matter. I disagree, but I understand that we need to get a few things right before we can convince the public at large that Smoke proclaims that everything I say is both unsympathetic and coldhearted. 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 never intend to offend anyone, Smoke included. Alas, the following statement may upset a few people: Smoke's practices stink to high heaven. Some people squirm a bit when they they read things like that, but such statements are the key to explaining why Smoke and his conveniently bribed allies have been setting up dissident groups and individuals for conspiracy charges and then carrying out searches and seizures on flimsy pretexts. As bad as that is, it represents only the thin end of the wedge. In the coming days, Smoke will likely procure explosive devices, gasoline, and detonators for use in an upcoming campaign of terror.
We no longer have the luxury of indulging in universalist, altruistic principles that, no matter how noble they may appear, have enabled pigheaded marauders to shake belief in all existing institutions through the systematic perversion of both contemporary and historical facts. Epistemic Bonapartism weakens political determination and gives comfort to antipluralism. To overcome this the question of the role played by Smoke's entourage must be broached directly. Let me suggest we do by examining the way that Smoke would have us believe that some people deserve to feel safe while others do not. To be honest, he has never actually said that explicitly, but if you follow his logic—what little there is—you'll see that this is his real point.
For years I've been warning people that Smoke plans to sell us down the river. However, that's not my entire message; it's only a part of it. I also want you to know that every time Smoke gets caught trying to bowdlerize all unfavorable descriptions of his treacheries, he promises he'll never do so again. Subsequently, his tuft-hunters always jump in and explain that he really shouldn't be blamed even if he does because, as they maintain, a plausible excuse is a satisfactory substitute for performance.
Some uneducated sideshow barkers are actually considering helping Smoke bring discord, confusion, and frustration into our personal and public lives. How quickly such people forget that they were lied to, made fun of, and ridiculed by Smoke on numerous occasions. There's a chance that he will wage a clandestine guerilla war against many basic human rights by next weekend. Well, that's extremely speculative, but it is clear today that if we are going to speak objectively about Smoke's cajoleries, we must understand that Smoke says that anti-intellectualism is a wonderful thing. As usual, he can be counted on to wrap every actual fact in six layers of embellishment. The truth is that Smoke's obiter dicta have merged with clericalism in several interesting ways. Both spring from the same kind of reality-denying mentality. Both concentrate all the wealth of the world into Smoke's own hands. And both conjure up dirt against his fellow human beings. As this letter has hopefully convinced you, Smoke [NC] is trying to advocate measures that others criticize for being excessively bellicose just to prove he can. The good news is that tomorrow can be better than today. However, every one of us has a personal, moral responsibility to make it so.
I sit in sad repose as I put pen to paper concerning an issue I find most deeply disturbing. It is requisite, even in this summary sketch, to go back a few years to see how Ragnarok likes to cite poll results that “prove” that the Earth is flat. Really? Have you ever been contacted by one of his pollsters? Chances are good that you never have been contacted and never will be. Otherwise, the polls would show that I personally strive to be consistent in my arguments. I can't say that I'm 100% true to this, but Ragnarok's frequent vacillating leads me to believe that he's unhappy that people like me want to build a broad, united movement against all forms of exploitation and oppression. Such cavils notwithstanding, he is doing everything in his power to make me have a nervous breakdown. The only reason I haven't yet is that I believe in the four P's: patience, prayer, positive thinking, and perseverance.
Ragnarok would have us believe that there is an international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids. To be honest, he has never actually said that explicitly, but if you follow his logic—what little there is—you'll see that this is his real point. If my memory serves me correctly, his brinkmanship and tin-rattling is aimed at prodding the government into sanctioning his attempts to glorify the things that everyone else execrates. In fact, I have said that to Ragnarok on many occasions, and I will keep on saying it until he stops displacing meaningful discussion of an issue's merit or demerit with hunch and emotion.
Ragnarok's loyalists believe that “Ragnarok's writings are a veritable encyclopedia of everything that is directly pertinent to mankind's spiritual and intellectual development.” First off, that's a lousy sentence. If they had written instead that “tolerance” means tolerance of all, not only of a select few, then that quote would have had more validity. As it stands, if you're like most people around here, you've already gotten into an argle-bargle at some point with Ragnarok about where the free exchange of ideas ends and outright stupidity begins. In my case, he was claiming that his plans for the future provide a liberating insight into life, the universe, and everything. I, in turn, made the counterargument that I, not being one of the many ruthless champions of deceit, lies, theft, plunder, and rapine of this world, want you to know that his steamroller of parochialism will crush all decent men, women, and children who get in its way. Knowing, as they say, is half the battle. What remains is to improve the lot of humankind. In a nutshell, the “in” thing this season for Ragnarok's nihilism outfit is using both overt and covert deceptions to spread lies, propaganda, and misinformation.
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I sit in sad repose as I put pen to paper concerning an issue I find most deeply disturbing. It is requisite, even in this summary sketch, to go back a few years to see how Ragnarok likes to cite poll results that “prove” that the Earth is flat. Really? Have you ever been contacted by one of his pollsters? Chances are good that you never have been contacted and never will be. Otherwise, the polls would show that I personally strive to be consistent in my arguments. I can't say that I'm 100% true to this, but Ragnarok's frequent vacillating leads me to believe that he's unhappy that people like me want to build a broad, united movement against all forms of exploitation and oppression. Such cavils notwithstanding, he is doing everything in his power to make me have a nervous breakdown. The only reason I haven't yet is that I believe in the four P's: patience, prayer, positive thinking, and perseverance.
Ragnarok would have us believe that there is an international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids. To be honest, he has never actually said that explicitly, but if you follow his logic—what little there is—you'll see that this is his real point. If my memory serves me correctly, his brinkmanship and tin-rattling is aimed at prodding the government into sanctioning his attempts to glorify the things that everyone else execrates. In fact, I have said that to Ragnarok on many occasions, and I will keep on saying it until he stops displacing meaningful discussion of an issue's merit or demerit with hunch and emotion.
Ragnarok's loyalists believe that “Ragnarok's writings are a veritable encyclopedia of everything that is directly pertinent to mankind's spiritual and intellectual development.” First off, that's a lousy sentence. If they had written instead that “tolerance” means tolerance of all, not only of a select few, then that quote would have had more validity. As it stands, if you're like most people around here, you've already gotten into an argle-bargle at some point with Ragnarok about where the free exchange of ideas ends and outright stupidity begins. In my case, he was claiming that his plans for the future provide a liberating insight into life, the universe, and everything. I, in turn, made the counterargument that I, not being one of the many ruthless champions of deceit, lies, theft, plunder, and rapine of this world, want you to know that his steamroller of parochialism will crush all decent men, women, and children who get in its way. Knowing, as they say, is half the battle. What remains is to improve the lot of humankind. In a nutshell, the “in” thing this season for Ragnarok's nihilism outfit is using both overt and covert deceptions to spread lies, propaganda, and misinformation.
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"Mr. King is a __________ who seeks to welsh on all classes of agreements." That blank can be filled with a variety of words, from twit to ergophobic to utopian to gasbag. Each of those words accurately depicts King for who he really is. Before I launch into my main topic, I want to make a few matters crystal-clear: (1) King has lost sight of the lessons of history, and (2) as a result of that, it has been proven by measurements and by analysis that King's theatrics are worse than the Black Death of olden times. Now that you know where I stand on those issues, I can safely say that King is an opportunist. That is, he is an ideological chameleon without any real morality, without a soul.
Those of us who are too lazy or disinterested to build a true community of spirit and purpose based on mutual respect and caring have no right to complain when he and his encomiasts, who are legion, squeeze every last drop of blood from our overworked, overtaxed bodies. If King feels ridiculed by all the attention my letters are bringing him, then that's just too darn bad. His arrogance has brought this upon himself. Ironically, if I may be so bold, by refusing to act, by refusing to sound the tocsin for action, we are giving him the power to give an air of scientific impartiality to biased judgments. Uncompromising stupes don't really want me to bring King to justice, although, of course, they all have to pay lip service to the idea. The next time he decides to create an intimidating, hostile, and demeaning environment, he should think to himself, cui bono?—who benefits?
It may seem at first that King is living in cloud-cuckoo-land. When we descend to details, however, we see that I am stunned that he would state publicly that his vices are the only true virtues. I prefer to think that he's saying such unpleasant 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 solecism—are too horrible to contemplate. He has recently altered the tone of his campaigns. They're no longer a dirge-like recitation of perpetual victimization but rather a preview of new trends in “resistance” propagandizing. For example, King has been showcasing his latest techniques for obscuring unpleasant facts, facts such as that he and his comrades are termagant humorless-types. This is not set down in complaint against them but merely as analysis. With that, I'll draw this letter to a close. No doubt I've made some factual mistakes in the text you just read, but essays since Montaigne have been about locating truth, not about assembling facts. I'll be happy as long as you've learned from this letter that anal-retentive hucksterism and Mr. King's hariolations are one and the same.
"Mr. King is a __________ who seeks to welsh on all classes of agreements." That blank can be filled with a variety of words, from twit to ergophobic to utopian to gasbag. Each of those words accurately depicts King for who he really is. Before I launch into my main topic, I want to make a few matters crystal-clear: (1) King has lost sight of the lessons of history, and (2) as a result of that, it has been proven by measurements and by analysis that King's theatrics are worse than the Black Death of olden times. Now that you know where I stand on those issues, I can safely say that King is an opportunist. That is, he is an ideological chameleon without any real morality, without a soul.
Those of us who are too lazy or disinterested to build a true community of spirit and purpose based on mutual respect and caring have no right to complain when he and his encomiasts, who are legion, squeeze every last drop of blood from our overworked, overtaxed bodies. If King feels ridiculed by all the attention my letters are bringing him, then that's just too darn bad. His arrogance has brought this upon himself. Ironically, if I may be so bold, by refusing to act, by refusing to sound the tocsin for action, we are giving him the power to give an air of scientific impartiality to biased judgments. Uncompromising stupes don't really want me to bring King to justice, although, of course, they all have to pay lip service to the idea. The next time he decides to create an intimidating, hostile, and demeaning environment, he should think to himself, cui bono?—who benefits?
It may seem at first that King is living in cloud-cuckoo-land. When we descend to details, however, we see that I am stunned that he would state publicly that his vices are the only true virtues. I prefer to think that he's saying such unpleasant 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 solecism—are too horrible to contemplate. He has recently altered the tone of his campaigns. They're no longer a dirge-like recitation of perpetual victimization but rather a preview of new trends in “resistance” propagandizing. For example, King has been showcasing his latest techniques for obscuring unpleasant facts, facts such as that he and his comrades are termagant humorless-types. This is not set down in complaint against them but merely as analysis. With that, I'll draw this letter to a close. No doubt I've made some factual mistakes in the text you just read, but essays since Montaigne have been about locating truth, not about assembling facts. I'll be happy as long as you've learned from this letter that anal-retentive hucksterism and Mr. King's hariolations are one and the same.
It may seem at first that King is living in cloud-cuckoo-land. - Croatia mtfer
For example, King has been showcasing his latest techniques for obscuring unpleasant facts, facts such as that he and his comrades are termagant humorless-types. - by trolling Kryt during games
Uncompromising stupes don't really want me to bring King to justice, although, of course, they all have to pay lip service to the idea. - I wonder what Kryt thinks about this.
It may seem at first that King is living in cloud-cuckoo-land. - Croatia mtfer
For example, King has been showcasing his latest techniques for obscuring unpleasant facts, facts such as that he and his comrades are termagant humorless-types. - by trolling Kryt during games :D
Uncompromising stupes don't really want me to bring King to justice, although, of course, they all have to pay lip service to the idea. - I wonder what Kryt thinks about this.
This is to voice my dissatisfaction with Miss Trey 'Siljinned' Lina's agendas. For those of you who like to eat dessert before soup, my conclusion at the end of this rant is going to be that in this world, there are meretricious good-for-nothings. There are disruptive pedants. There are rats who walk like men. And then there is Trey. Of those, I avouch that Trey is the most stroppy because she wants you to believe that the health effects of secondhand smoke are negligible. You should be wary of such claims. Be aware! Be skeptical! Think! Do not be diverted, deceived, or mesmerized by Trey's annoying, brown-nosing causeries.
There has been little scientific or scholarly analysis of Trey's mindless jobations. This is a glaring omission in strategic discourse, one that can be rectified only by examining how there is a proper place in life for hatred. Hatred of that which is wrong is a powerful and valuable tool. But when Trey perverts hatred in order to promote racial superiority doctrines, ethnic persecution, imperialist expansion, and genocide, it becomes clear that we're going to have to hunker down for a protracted war against her and her phalanx of crude aretalogers. This will sincerely be a conflict of a type that, given the external backing on which our opponents rely, is unlikely to end in a rout by either side. Even if the fighting ends at the negotiation table, we should defenestrate Trey's conceits and deponticate her contrivances. (Goodness knows, our elected officials aren't going to.) That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
This is to voice my dissatisfaction with Miss Trey 'Siljinned' Lina's agendas. For those of you who like to eat dessert before soup, my conclusion at the end of this rant is going to be that in this world, there are meretricious good-for-nothings. There are disruptive pedants. There are rats who walk like men. And then there is Trey. Of those, I avouch that Trey is the most stroppy because she wants you to believe that the health effects of secondhand smoke are negligible. You should be wary of such claims. Be aware! Be skeptical! Think! Do not be diverted, deceived, or mesmerized by Trey's annoying, brown-nosing causeries.
There has been little scientific or scholarly analysis of Trey's mindless jobations. This is a glaring omission in strategic discourse, one that can be rectified only by examining how there is a proper place in life for hatred. Hatred of that which is wrong is a powerful and valuable tool. But when Trey perverts hatred in order to promote racial superiority doctrines, ethnic persecution, imperialist expansion, and genocide, it becomes clear that we're going to have to hunker down for a protracted war against her and her phalanx of crude aretalogers. This will sincerely be a conflict of a type that, given the external backing on which our opponents rely, is unlikely to end in a rout by either side. Even if the fighting ends at the negotiation table, we should defenestrate Trey's conceits and deponticate her contrivances. (Goodness knows, our elected officials aren't going to.) That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Some uneducated sideshow barkers are actually considering helping Smoke bring discord, confusion, and frustration into our personal and public lives. How quickly such people forget that they were lied to, made fun of, and ridiculed by Smoke on numerous occasions. - yes Smoke, you make fun of my name every time I see you!! I may have only read a few sentences but Rag is so damn right about everything!
Some uneducated sideshow barkers are actually considering helping Smoke bring discord, confusion, and frustration into our personal and public lives. How quickly such people forget that they were lied to, made fun of, and ridiculed by Smoke on numerous occasions. - yes Smoke, you make fun of my name every time I see you!! I may have only read a few sentences but Rag is so damn right about everything!
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