A Formal Complaint about the Administration Team.

It is not likely that I shall say anything new here. If I do, it will be of only minor significance. Nevertheless, our conception of collectivism still remains a good deal less clear than we would wish. The rest of this letter is focused exclusively on Mr. My Fat Cock, not because I harbor any ill-will towards him but because mass anxiety is the equivalent of steroids for him. If we feel helpless, Mr. Cock is energized and ramps up his efforts to cultivate networks of snitches and spies to ensure that any unity against him can immediately be nipped in the bud. Just don't expect consistency from a man who is thoroughly and decidedly filthy. Conclaves of his subordinates have all the dissent found in a North Korean communist party meeting. That's why no one there will ever admit that Mr. Cock thinks it would be a great idea to turn me, a typically mild-mannered person, into a dirty vat of militarism. Even if we overlook the logistical impossibilities of such an idea, the underlying premise is still flawed.

The justification Mr. Cock gave for yielding this country to the forces of darkness, oppression, and tyranny was one of the most jejune justifications I've ever heard. It was so jejune, in fact, that I will not repeat it here. Even without hearing the details you can still see my point quite clearly: Mr. Cock doesn't want to acknowledge that we should use our words to create understanding and progress, not hatred and division. In fact, Mr. Cock would rather block all discussion on the subject. I suppose that's because some of the facts I'm about to present may seem shocking. This they certainly are. However, he's neither morally nor intellectually consistent. If he were, he wouldn't first stifle dissent then afterwards decry my observation that I cannot promise not to be angry at him. I do promise, however, to try to keep my anger under control, to keep it from leading me—as it leads Mr. Cock—to replace the search for truth with a situationist relativism based on pretentious antinomianism.

I could accept, perhaps, ideals backed by the forces of logic and powerful reasoning. Complaints marked with hypocrisy and contradiction, however, merit none of my respect. The important point here is not that no matter how much Mr. Cock squirms and wriggles, he will never escape the fact that sometimes, self-deceiving, dodgy demoniacs are so crime-stained, they merit special attention. The vital matter is that it's his deep-seated belief that children should get into cars with strangers who wave lots of yummy candy at them. Sure, he might be able to justify conclusions like that—using biased or one-sided information, of course—but I prefer to know the whole story. In this case, the whole story is that if Mr. Cock thinks that he is as innocent as a newborn lamb, then he's sadly mistaken. His true goal is to displace meaningful discussion of an issue's merit or demerit with hunch and emotion. All the statements that his legates make to justify or downplay that goal are only apologetics; they do nothing to denounce Mr. Cock's inveracities.

Mr. Cock attracts mindless, grotesque couch potatoes to his gang by telling them that "the truth", "the whole truth", and "nothing but the truth" are three different things. I suppose the people to whom he tells such things just want to believe lies that make them feel intellectually and spiritually superior to others. Whether or not that's the case, Mr. Cock's histrionics represent an inseparable mixture of reason and human madness, but always in such a way that only the madness can become reality and never the reason. Okay, that was a facetious statement. This one is not: The point is that if everyone spent just five minutes a day thinking about ways to refute Mr. Cock's arguments line-by-line and claim-by-claim, we'd all be a lot better off. Is five minutes a day too much to ask for the promise of a better tomorrow? I hope not, but then again, Mr. Cock's stooges have been staggering around like punch-drunk fighters hit too many times—stunned, confused, betrayed, and trying desperately to rationalize Mr. Cock's refractory, sleazy tracts. It is obviously not a pretty sight.

Although theoretical differences can be drawn between Mr. Cock's uppity platitudes and ill-natured officialism, these are distinctions without a difference. Any meaningful analysis of the situation must allow for the fact that Mr. Cock's unconscionable initiatives often resemble an inverted fairy tale in that the triumph of innocence comes at the start and the ugly sisters of nonrepresentationalism and chauvinism enter on stage in triumph for the final curtain. If I recall correctly, Mr. Cock spouts the same bile in everything he writes, making only slight modifications to suit the issue at hand. The issue he's excited about this week is cynicism, which says to me that Mr. Cock is secretly planning to block streets and traffic to the extent that ambulances can't get through. I realize that that may sound rather conspiratorial and far-fetched to most people, which is why you need to understand that Mr. Cock and I disagree about our civic duties. I believe that we must do our utmost to criticize his precepts publicly for their formalistic categories, their spurious claims of neutrality, and their blindness to the abuse of private power. Mr. Cock, on the other hand, believes that he would never dream of pouring a few drops of wormwood into our general enthusiasm.

There are two things we need to do right away. First, we need to demand a thoughtful analysis and resolution of our problems with Mr. Cock. Second—and this is critical so get out your highlighter—we need to debunk the nonsense spouted by his representatives. Once those two things are accomplished we can finally start discussing how many of us are too naïve and trusting. It takes a lot of convincing to get us to see a person as inherently overbearing or inherently self-aggrandizing. Alas, Mr. Cock is doing all he can to provide us with unmistakable proof that he is inherently both. For instance, Mr. Cock teaches workshops on Pyrrhonism. Students who have been through the program compare it to a Communist re-education camp.

I, speaking as someone who is not an insensitive, cranky saboteur, have no interest in getting tangled in the rhetoric or dogma that Mr. Cock frequently pushes, and besides, if the people generally are relying on false information sown by what I call impudent nymphomaniacs, then correcting that situation becomes a priority for the defense of our nation. He needs to stop living in denial. He needs to wake up and realize that he's known for using "pressure tactics"—that's a euphemism for "torture"—to coerce ordinary people into wrecking our country, derailing our civilization, and threatening the human race with extinction. This is not only a grotesque betrayal of the principles that Mr. Cock himself claims to uphold but a clear demonstration of how just thinking about Mr. Cock's obtrusive, insolent philosophies is giving me a two-Tylenol headache. That's clear. But I've never bothered Mr. Cock. Yet Mr. Cock wants to rouse the agitated petite bourgeoisie to chauvinistic fervor and hoodwink them into using caciquism as a more destructive form of simplism. Whatever happened to "live and let live"?

Considering the corruption and foolishness that characterize self-righteous, narrow-minded ogres, the best thing about Mr. Cock is the way that he encourages us to allay the concerns of the many people who have been harmed by him. No, wait; Mr. Cock doesn't encourage that. On the contrary, he discourages us from admitting that I claim that the best way to overcome misunderstanding, prejudice, and hate is by means of reason, common sense, clear thinking, and goodwill. Mr. Cock, in contrast, believes that his blessing is the equivalent of a papal imprimatur. The conclusion to draw from this conflict of views should be obvious: Mr. Cock undoubtedly believes that honor counts for nothing. Unfortunately for him, that's all in his imagination. Mr. Cock needs to get out of that fictional world and get back to reality, where people can see that some sententious fomenters of revolution are actually considering helping him incite pogroms, purges, and other mayhem. How quickly such people forget that they were lied to, made fun of, and ridiculed by Mr. Cock on numerous occasions.

We must all face the storm and stress of finding the inner strength to deal stiffly with what I call craven beggars who waste natural resources. This exercise will, at the very least, demonstrate to the world that in this case, the obvious solution is also the correct one. In the presence of high heaven and before the civilized world I therefore assert that if we do nothing, Mr. Cock will keep on creating a factitious demand for his nutty ideas. One cannot change this all in a moment, but one can address the legitimate anger, fear, and alienation of people who have been mobilized by Mr. Cock because they saw no other options for change. Mr. Cock wonders why everyone hates him. Apparently, he never stopped to think that maybe it's because he ought to realize that the most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do. Unfortunately, Mr. Cock tends to utter so much verbiage about emotionalism that I can conclude only that this is preeminently the time to speak the truth, the whole truth, frankly and boldly. Let me therefore state that I can't make heads or tails of Mr. Cock's expositions. I mean, does he want to brainwash the masses into submission, or doesn't he?

Should we blindly trust such reprehensible, crapulous flakes? It is becoming increasingly obvious to many people that I want you to know that it is a sad state of affairs when hidebound prophets of antiheroism like Mr. Cock fund a vast web of mingy defalcators, voluble, jaded bohemians, and vindictive Machiavellians. Knowing, as they say, is half the battle. What remains is to put the fear of God into Mr. Cock. The impolitic alcoholism I've been writing about is not primarily the fault of stiff-necked brutes, nor of the fork-tongued yokels who destroy that which is the envy of—and model for—the entire civilized world. It is the fault of My Fat Cock. The take-away message of this letter is that Mr. My Fat Cock's negligent activities have a demoralizing effect on the victims of human-rights violations. Think about it. I don't want to have to write another letter a few years from now, in the wake of a society torn apart by Mr. Cock's peremptory animadversions, reminding you that you were warned.

is not amused.

Babies and kids? What the fuck?

This letter has three main sections. In the first, I argue that Zaku's the most poxy occasioner of dishonor and weakness the world has ever seen. In the second, I make it clear that Zaku has lost sight of the lessons of history. And in the third and final section, I conclude that much of Zaku's success is due to the rest of us bending over backwards to assist him and to overlook his failings. Let me begin by saying that if you read Zaku's writings while mentally out of focus, you may get the sense that principles don't matter. But if you read his writings while mentally in focus and weigh each point carefully, it's clear that he is locked into his present course of destruction. He does not have the interest or the will to change his fundamentally disrespectful codices.

Some day, Zaku's flighty flunkies, who are legion, may ask you why you think it's a good idea to oppose our human vices wherever they may be found—arrogance, hatred, jealousy, unfaithfulness, avarice, and so on. If you're too stunned to answer immediately they'll answer for you, probably stating that Zaku is a voice of probity. You should therefore be prepared to tell these unbridled showboaters that depraved quidnuncs are often found at Zaku's elbow. This suggests to me that the basal lie that underlies all of Zaku's unambitious homilies is that laws are meant to be broken. Translation: Our country's security, prestige, and financial interests are best served by war and the ever-present threat of war. I doubt you need any help from me to identify the supreme idiocy of those views, but you should nevertheless be aware that Zaku's views are antiquated, misguided, and treasonous. I won't dwell on that except to direct your attention to the morally questionable manner in which he has been trying to make incorrect leaps of logic.

I must point out that if this letter did nothing else but serve as a beacon of truth, it would be worthy of reading by all right-thinking people. However, this letter's role is much greater than just to improve the living conditions of the most vulnerable in our society—the sick, the old, the disabled, the unemployed, and our youth—all of whose lives are made miserable by Zaku. Does he honestly expect us to believe that he does the things he does "for the children"? The answer to this question gives the key not only to world history but to all human culture. To oppose cameralism, we must oppose ethnocentrism. To oppose absenteeism, we must oppose nativism. And to oppose Zaku, we must oppose flippant used-car salesmen. I do not find tracts that are wrongheaded, counterproductive, and uncivilized to be "funny". Maybe I lack a sense of humor, but maybe he acts as if he were King of the World. This hauteur is astonishing, staggering, and mind-boggling.

I've heard Zaku say that our elected officials should be available for purchase by special-interest groups. Was that just a slip of the lip, or is Zaku secretly trying to treat anyone who doesn't agree with him to a torrent of vitriol and vilification? If you profess that Zaku is merely trying to make this world a better place in which to live then you won't understand my answer no matter how carefully I explain it. You won't understand my answer if you warrant that power, politics, and privilege should prevail over the rule of law. However, you have a chance at understanding my answer if you're open-minded enough to realize that if you've never seen Zaku sugarcoat the past and dispense false optimism for the future, you're either incredibly unobservant or are concealing the truth from yourself. In case you have any doubts, he spouts the same bile in everything he writes, making only slight modifications to suit the issue at hand. The issue Zaku is excited about this week is recidivism, which says to me that his disciples often reverse the normal process of interpretation. That is, they value the unsaid over the said, the obscure over the clear. I insist that those who get involved with Zaku's ornery collaborators are seldom aware of Zaku's dealings with what I call crapulous ragamuffins, even though that presupposes a dialectical intertwinement to which a villainous turn of mind is impervious.

Zaku has endorsed the idea of catty careerism in a number of very specific ways, arguing, for instance, in favor of his henchmen's decision to abandon the idea of universal principles and focus illegitimately on the particular. At first, you might be unsure as to whether his projects are simply the result of vested interests striking back at a group whose actions in support of religious freedom, social reform, and government accountability have cut through those vested interests. But on deeper inspection, you'll definitely conclude that if anything will free us from the shackles of his uncouth, flagitious plaints, it's knowledge of the world as it really is. It's knowledge that from the perspective of those inside Zaku's retinue, five-crystal orgone generators can eliminate mind-control energies that are being radiated from secret, underground, government facilities. The reality, however, is that he would have you believe that we'll be moved by some heartfelt words on the glories of heathenism. I have already, for the present at least, sufficiently answered the climatic part of this proposition and have only to add that Zaku keeps missing my point. More specifically, he keeps getting hung up on my words without seeing the underlying meaning. For example, when I say that the screeds that Zaku's forces are so proud of are woefully incorrigible, Zaku seems incapable of realizing that what I'm really getting at is that by making my stomach turn, Zaku is telegraphing his intentions to create a regime of rapacious demagogism.

We cannot afford to waste our time, resources, and energy by dwelling upon inequities of the past. Instead, we must tackle the multinational death machine that Zaku is currently constructing. Doing so would be significantly easier if more people were to understand that the objection may still be raised that black is white and night is day. At first glance this sounds almost believable yet the following must be borne in mind: While Zaku and other inconsiderate protestors sometimes differ on the details and scale of their upcoming campaigns of terror they never fail to agree on the basic principle and substance. Hence, it is imperative that you understand that he's neither morally nor intellectually consistent. If he were, he wouldn't first introduce a zeitgeist of negativism to our society then afterwards decry my observation that there is more at play here than his purely political game of hammering away at the characters of all those who will not help him reduce our modern, civilized, industrialized society to a state of mindless, primitive barbarism. There are ideologies at work, hidden agendas to rule with an iron fist.

Zaku has spent untold hours trying to lead people towards iniquity and sin. During that time, did it ever once occur to him that he often tries to prove his points by quoting "authorities" who are in fact nothing more than the most harebrained sociopaths you'll ever see? In other words, why can't he live among us in peace? It would take days to give the complete answer to that question but the gist of it is that Zaku has made it known that he fully intends to take advantage of human fallibility to concoct a version of reality that fully contradicts real life. If those words don't scare you, nothing will. If they are not a clear warning, I don't know what could be.

For heaven's sake, I must ask that Zaku's helpers shatter the illusion that stolid, larcenous vagrants have dramatically lower incidences of cancer, heart attacks, heart disease, and many other illnesses than the rest of us. I know they'll never do that so here's an alternate proposal: They should, at the very least, back off and quit trying to treat people like churlish practitioners of Bulverism. While foul sad sacks (especially the puerile type) have previously relied on violence to get their way, their new manipulation of mean-spirited, brassbound grievances has combined with violence to evade responsibility.

By and large, we were put on this planet to be active, to struggle, and to rebuild our communities. We were not put here to promote, foster, and institute revisionism, as Zaku might maintain. As sure as you're born, certain facts are clear. For instance, he has vowed that by the next full moon he'll blame those who have no power to change the current direction of events. This is hardly news; Zaku has been vowing that for months with the regularity of a metronome. What is news is that now that I've been exposed to his viewpoints I must admit that I don't completely understand them. Perhaps I need to get out more. Or perhaps his goal is to promote his lascivious substitute for morality, which defines as sadistic any attempt to deal summarily with aberrant thieves. The toll in human suffering and the loss of innocent lives that will ensue are clearly nonissues for him.

Zaku cannot tolerate the world as it is. He needs to live in a world of fantasies. To be more specific, it's time for Zaku to stop his systematic assault on religious freedom. Why do I tell you this? Because these days, no one else has the guts to. His habitués have been staggering around like punch-drunk fighters hit too many times—stunned, confused, betrayed, and trying desperately to rationalize his foolhardy objectives. It is not a pretty sight. As I have tried to show in this letter, Zaku's yawping, pompous inveracities are an epiphenomenon of confused exclusivism. As long as you remember that, we may yet be able to straighten out Zaku's thinking.

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As long as you remember that, we may yet be able to straighten out Zaku's thinking.

come at me.

This has been a total fucking catastrophe for human intellect.

May we burn this thread out of existence.