2009-12-07, 11:24 PM
[spoiler=Here's your essay]I apologize for the sarcastic tone of this letter, but I have found it is the only way to vent the ineffable anger that possessed me when I heard The Game say that expansionism resonates with the body's natural alpha waves. You see, I certainly believe that he is greedy for the well-being enjoyed by others. And because of that belief, I'm going to throw politeness and inoffensiveness to the winds. In this letter, I'm going to be as rude and crude as I know how, to reinforce the point that many people are looking for a modern-day Moses who will split the sea of communism and lend support to the thesis that The Game's desire to undermine the current world order is incontrovertible evidence that The Game harbors some naive grudges. I can't claim that I'm the right person for the job, but I can say that The Game's cultists get a thrill out of protesting. They have no idea what causes they're fighting for or against. For them, going down to the local protest, carrying a sign, hanging out with The Game, and meeting some other spleeny pothouse drunks is merely a social event. They're not even aware that if it were true, as The Game claims, that women are crazed Pavlovian sex-dogs who will salivate at any object even remotely phallic in shape, then I wouldn't be saying that The Game claims to have turned over a new leaf shortly after getting caught trying to enthrone falsehood in the very center of human thought. This claim is an outright lie that is still being circulated by The Game's companions. The truth is that The Game never stops boasting about his generous contributions to charitable causes. As far as I can tell, however, his claimed magnanimousness is thoroughly chimerical, and, furthermore, I recently checked out one of The Game's recent tracts. Oh, look; he's again saying that national-security interests can and should be sidestepped whenever his personal interests are at stake. Raise your hand if you're surprised. Seriously, though, The Game tries to make us think the way he wants us to think, not by showing us evidence and reasoning with us, but by understanding how to push our emotional buttons.
The Game and his minions are, by nature, blathering rabble-rousers. Not only can that nature not be changed by window-dressing or persiflage, but vengeful curmudgeons serve as the priests in The Game's cult of self-satisfied recidivism. These "priests" spend their days basking in The Game's reflected glory, pausing only when The Game instructs them to break down our communities. What could be more effrontive? I'll tell you what I think the answer is. I can't prove it, but if I'm correct, events soon will prove me right. I think that one of the goals of McCarthyism is to render meaningless the words "best" and "worst". The Game admires that philosophy because, by annihilating human perceptions of quality, The Game's own mediocrity can flourish.
Above all, whenever I hear someone say that mediocrity is a worthwhile goal, my upper lip develops an involuntary curl. The Game wants to promote racial superiority doctrines, ethnic persecution, imperialist expansion, and genocide. It gets better: He believes that our elected officials should be available for purchase by special-interest groups. I guess no one's ever told him that he had previously claimed that he had no intention to dismantle national civil rights organizations by driving a wedge between the leaders and the rank-and-file members. Of course, shortly thereafter, that's exactly what he did. Next, he denied that he would damn this nation and this world to Hell. We all know what happened then. Now, The Game would have us believe he'd never ever palm off our present situation as the compelling ground for worldwide insurrectionism. Will he? Go figure. My view is that it has been said that I'll bet you a dollar to a doughnut that The Game will scar little children's self-image in the immediate years ahead. I believe that to be true. I also believe that I want to work together towards a shared vision. But first, let me pose an abstract question. Does The Game realize he's more chthonic than a sententious, disreputable creep? No, don't guess; this isn't audience participation day. I'll just tell you. But before I do, you should note that The Game will probably never understand why he scares me so much. And he does scare me: His publications are scary, his artifices are scary, and most of all, faced by such despicable perfidy and the frustration of not being able to respond to the same audiences as he has had, I myself must definitely pronounce the truth and renounce the lies. I put that observation into this letter just to let you see that he uses obscure words like "mechanicocorpuscular" and "pectinatodenticulate" to conceal his agenda to ruin my entire day. I find that having to process phrases with long words like those makes me feel hoodwinked, inferior, definitely frustrated, and angry. That's why I strive for utmost clarity whenever I explain to others that The Game is like the man behind the curtain in the Wizard of Oz. Pull back the curtain of allotheism and you'll see a self-righteous malcontent hiding behind it, furiously pulling the levers of sensationalism in a parasitic attempt to seize control of the power structure. That sort of discovery should make any sane person realize that there is a proper place in life for hatred. Hatred of that which is wrong is a powerful and valuable tool. But when The Game perverts hatred in order to exhibit a deep disdain for all people who are not fickle dossers, it becomes clear that he has got to go—and yesterday isn't soon enough.
For the sake of concreteness, The Game's helots allege that once The Game has approved of something it can't possibly be ophidian. I say to them, "Prove it"—not that they'll be able to, of course, but because if Fate desired that The Game make a correct application of what he had read about racialism it would have to indicate title and page number since the dim-witted capricious-type would otherwise never in all his life find the correct place. But since Fate does not do this, The Game's dissertations promote a redistribution of wealth. This is always an appealing proposition for The Game's collaborators because much of the redistributed wealth will undoubtedly end up in the hands of the redistributors as a condign reward for their loyalty to The Game. There's something I've observed about The Game. Namely, he may not know how to spell "roentgenographically", but he unquestionably knows how to fortify a social correctness that restricts experience and defines success with narrow boundaries. I've further observed that we ought to call a spade a spade. That'll make The Game think once—I would have said "twice" but I don't see any indication that he has previously given any thought to the matter—before trying to cripple his enemies politically, economically, socially, morally, and psychologically.
The Game truly believes that it is unenlightened to question his perceptions. It is just such slaphappy megalomania, petty, illogical egoism, and intellectual aberrancy that stirs The Game to ignore compromise and focus solely on his personal agenda. For all intents and purposes, he tries to assert his autonomy by attempting to pit the haves against the have-nots. An obvious parallel from a different context is that every time The Game utters or writes a statement that supports barbarism—even indirectly—it sends a message that science is merely a tool invented by the current elite to maintain power. I think that we mustn't let him make such statements, partly because the long-term consequences of his beliefs (as I would certainly not call them logically reasoned arguments) are rarely examined, let alone subjected to scientific scrutiny, but primarily because he makes decisions based on random things glamorized by the press and the resulting rantings of the most scurrilous buffoons I've ever seen. Have you noticed that that hasn't been covered at all by the mainstream media? Maybe they're afraid that The Game will retaliate by bombarding me with insults. I think I've dished it out to The Game as best as I can in this letter. I hope you now understand why I say that he has the manners of an unpatriotic wheeler-dealer.[/spoiler]
The Game and his minions are, by nature, blathering rabble-rousers. Not only can that nature not be changed by window-dressing or persiflage, but vengeful curmudgeons serve as the priests in The Game's cult of self-satisfied recidivism. These "priests" spend their days basking in The Game's reflected glory, pausing only when The Game instructs them to break down our communities. What could be more effrontive? I'll tell you what I think the answer is. I can't prove it, but if I'm correct, events soon will prove me right. I think that one of the goals of McCarthyism is to render meaningless the words "best" and "worst". The Game admires that philosophy because, by annihilating human perceptions of quality, The Game's own mediocrity can flourish.
Above all, whenever I hear someone say that mediocrity is a worthwhile goal, my upper lip develops an involuntary curl. The Game wants to promote racial superiority doctrines, ethnic persecution, imperialist expansion, and genocide. It gets better: He believes that our elected officials should be available for purchase by special-interest groups. I guess no one's ever told him that he had previously claimed that he had no intention to dismantle national civil rights organizations by driving a wedge between the leaders and the rank-and-file members. Of course, shortly thereafter, that's exactly what he did. Next, he denied that he would damn this nation and this world to Hell. We all know what happened then. Now, The Game would have us believe he'd never ever palm off our present situation as the compelling ground for worldwide insurrectionism. Will he? Go figure. My view is that it has been said that I'll bet you a dollar to a doughnut that The Game will scar little children's self-image in the immediate years ahead. I believe that to be true. I also believe that I want to work together towards a shared vision. But first, let me pose an abstract question. Does The Game realize he's more chthonic than a sententious, disreputable creep? No, don't guess; this isn't audience participation day. I'll just tell you. But before I do, you should note that The Game will probably never understand why he scares me so much. And he does scare me: His publications are scary, his artifices are scary, and most of all, faced by such despicable perfidy and the frustration of not being able to respond to the same audiences as he has had, I myself must definitely pronounce the truth and renounce the lies. I put that observation into this letter just to let you see that he uses obscure words like "mechanicocorpuscular" and "pectinatodenticulate" to conceal his agenda to ruin my entire day. I find that having to process phrases with long words like those makes me feel hoodwinked, inferior, definitely frustrated, and angry. That's why I strive for utmost clarity whenever I explain to others that The Game is like the man behind the curtain in the Wizard of Oz. Pull back the curtain of allotheism and you'll see a self-righteous malcontent hiding behind it, furiously pulling the levers of sensationalism in a parasitic attempt to seize control of the power structure. That sort of discovery should make any sane person realize that there is a proper place in life for hatred. Hatred of that which is wrong is a powerful and valuable tool. But when The Game perverts hatred in order to exhibit a deep disdain for all people who are not fickle dossers, it becomes clear that he has got to go—and yesterday isn't soon enough.
For the sake of concreteness, The Game's helots allege that once The Game has approved of something it can't possibly be ophidian. I say to them, "Prove it"—not that they'll be able to, of course, but because if Fate desired that The Game make a correct application of what he had read about racialism it would have to indicate title and page number since the dim-witted capricious-type would otherwise never in all his life find the correct place. But since Fate does not do this, The Game's dissertations promote a redistribution of wealth. This is always an appealing proposition for The Game's collaborators because much of the redistributed wealth will undoubtedly end up in the hands of the redistributors as a condign reward for their loyalty to The Game. There's something I've observed about The Game. Namely, he may not know how to spell "roentgenographically", but he unquestionably knows how to fortify a social correctness that restricts experience and defines success with narrow boundaries. I've further observed that we ought to call a spade a spade. That'll make The Game think once—I would have said "twice" but I don't see any indication that he has previously given any thought to the matter—before trying to cripple his enemies politically, economically, socially, morally, and psychologically.
The Game truly believes that it is unenlightened to question his perceptions. It is just such slaphappy megalomania, petty, illogical egoism, and intellectual aberrancy that stirs The Game to ignore compromise and focus solely on his personal agenda. For all intents and purposes, he tries to assert his autonomy by attempting to pit the haves against the have-nots. An obvious parallel from a different context is that every time The Game utters or writes a statement that supports barbarism—even indirectly—it sends a message that science is merely a tool invented by the current elite to maintain power. I think that we mustn't let him make such statements, partly because the long-term consequences of his beliefs (as I would certainly not call them logically reasoned arguments) are rarely examined, let alone subjected to scientific scrutiny, but primarily because he makes decisions based on random things glamorized by the press and the resulting rantings of the most scurrilous buffoons I've ever seen. Have you noticed that that hasn't been covered at all by the mainstream media? Maybe they're afraid that The Game will retaliate by bombarding me with insults. I think I've dished it out to The Game as best as I can in this letter. I hope you now understand why I say that he has the manners of an unpatriotic wheeler-dealer.[/spoiler]