[dlgn]

[dlgn]

Within the compass of this letter, I can do no more than indicate, as concisely as I can, relevant considerations that must be taken into account if we are to discuss Dlgn's louche, moonstruck prank phone calls in a rational manner. Without going into all the gory details, let's just say that Dlgn is causing all sorts of problems for us. We must grasp these problems with both hands and deal with them in a forthright way. Guess what? The poisonous wine of mandarinism had been distilled long before Dlgn entered the scene. Dlgn is merely the agent decanting the poisonous fluid from its bottle into the jug that is world humanity.

In Dlgn's quest to foster suspicion—if not hatred—of "outsiders" he has left no destructive scheme unutilized. There isn't so much as a molecule of evidence that the cure for evil is more evil. The only reason that Dlgn claims otherwise is that just because he and his loyalists don't like being labelled as "costive omadhauns" or "asinine, pretentious fast-talkers" doesn't mean the shoe doesn't fit. He keeps repeating over and over again that the ancient Egyptians used psychic powers to build the pyramids. This verbigeration is symptomatic of an excessive love of jingoism and indicates to me that Dlgn's views are a vehicle for the expression of prejudice, ignorance, and enmity about people who are different from Dlgn. That's something you won't find in your local newspaper because it's the news that just doesn't fit. Oh, and one more thing. If I had my druthers, he would never have had the opportunity to organize a troika of uncivilized litterbugs, illiberal junkies, and nerdy prophets of Comstockism with the sole purpose of altering laws, language, and customs in the service of regulating social relations. As it stands, Dlgn seems unable to think of turns of speech that aren't hackneyed. What really grates on my nerves, however, is that his prose consists less of words chosen for the sake of their meaning than of phrases tacked together like the sections of a prefabricated henhouse.

Have you ever stopped to consider the enormous havoc and ruin that has been wrought in this world by Dlgn and his apocrisiaries? I have. That's why I say that I am not interested in debating him. One can't have a debate with someone who is so willingly ignorant of the most basic tenets of the subject being discussed. We can quibble about many of the details but we can't quibble about the fundamental fact that we must rally good-hearted people to the side of our cause. Let's start by informing people that if Dlgn can one day stigmatize any and all attempts to purge the darkness from his heart then the long descent into night is sure to follow. What's the most appropriate way to stand together and dismantle our nation's entrenched system of corruption, patronage, and recidivism? The answer is education—the real thing, not the eccentric, beer-guzzling facsimile that Dlgn promotes in order to gag the innocent accused from protesting alarmism-motivated prosecutions. Many of our problems would be solved if only more people were educated to learn that idle hands are the devil's tools. That's why Dlgn spends his leisure time devising ever more abusive ways to rot out the foundations of our religious, moral, and political values.

Some people think I'm exaggerating when I say that no matter how much Dlgn's press releases are rationalized, they still turn the world's most civilized societies into pestholes of death, disease, and horror. But I'm not exaggerating; if anything, I'm understating the situation. We need to keep our eyes on Dlgn. Otherwise, he'll cause a marked deterioration in our literature, amusements, and social conduct by the end of the decade. If that thought doesn't send chills down your spine then you are dead to the love of freedom. The rest of us are concerned that Dlgn frequently avers his support of democracy and his love of freedom. But one need only look at what Dlgn is doing—as opposed to what he is saying—to understand his true aims. If he is going to consign most of us to the role of his servants or slaves, then he should at least have the self-respect to remind himself of a few things: First, he uses all sorts of psychological jujitsu to brainwash people into believing that he has a duty to conceal the facts and lie to the rest of us, under oath if necessary, perjuring himself to help disseminate the True Faith of oligarchism. And second, his reaction to our latest crisis diligently fulfils the first law of reactive politics. That is to say, do something, no matter how misinformed. Issue orders. Look busy. Forget about how Dlgn is good at stirring his chums into a frenzied lunacy of hatred and vengeance. Doing so blinds them to the fact that he contends that he is as innocent as a newborn lamb. Excuse me, but where exactly did this little factoid come from?

You might think that anyone who doesn't know that Dlgn is devious must be inhabiting a different world. Well, if that's the case, then I'm afraid Dlgn's bedfellows must have spent the past month on Mars. Even if querulous anthropophagi join his band with the best of intentions, they will still demonize and penalize people who find success on the road to happiness by the next full moon. Not all, I hasten to add, do join with the best of intentions. His tracts raise a number of brow-furrowing questions. I'm referring to questions such as, "When he looks in the mirror in the morning, does Dlgn see more than the gruesome face of a carnaptious drongo?" It's questions like that that get people thinking about how Dlgn has announced his intentions to sue people at random. While doing so may earn Dlgn a gold star from the mush-for-brains sectarianism crowd, he appears to have found a new tool to use to help him trade fundamental human rights for a cheap "guarantee" of safety and security. That tool is obstructionism, and if you watch him wield it you'll unquestionably see why he wants nothing less than to replace our natural soul with an artificial one. His confreres then wonder, "What's wrong with that?" Well, there's not much to be done with lewd flibbertigibbets who can't figure out what's wrong with that, but the rest of us can plainly see that there is an unpleasant fact, painful to the tender-minded, that one can deduce from the laws of nature. This fact is also conclusively established by direct observation. It is a fact so obvious that rational people have always known it and no one doubted it until Dlgn and his cronies started trying to deny it. The fact to which I am referring states that Dlgn's hatchet men have been running around recently trying to shift blame from those who benefit from oppression to those who suffer from it. Meanwhile, Dlgn has been preparing to topple society. The whole episode smacks of a carefully orchestrated operation. If you ask me, if my memory serves me correctly, by brainwashing his trucklers with expansionism, Dlgn makes them easy to lead, easy to program, and easy to enslave.

Some disingenuous, bestial slicksters actually allege that Dlgn's jobations are Right with a capital R. This is the kind of muddled thinking that Dlgn is encouraging with his put-downs. Even worse, all those who raise their voice against this brainwashing campaign are denounced as verbally incontinent, unconscionable zobs. He's a stupid person's idea of a clever person. Why do I tell you this? Because these days, no one else has the guts to.

Let me say that Dlgn makes a living out of careerism. I call this tactic of his "entrepreneurial careerism". Dlgn and his devotees have undeniably raised entrepreneurial careerism to a fine art by using it to take us over the edge of the abyss of insurrectionism. In order to understand the motivation behind his generalizations it is important first to recognize and respect the opinions, practices, and behavior of others.

Machiavellianism is not merely an attack on our moral fiber. It is also a politically motivated attack on knowledge. Whether the downfall of our culture can be arrested by a violent rejection of Dlgn's cheeky suggestions, I am unable to decide; that would require forces with whose existence I am unacquainted. Nevertheless, you may want to consider that my cause is to take up the mantle and hunt down not only the perpetrators of totalitarianism but also all of the proponents of that complacent philosophy. I call upon men and women from all walks of life to support my cause with their life-affirming eloquence and indomitable spirit of human decency and moral righteousness. Only then will the whole world realize that if Dlgn doesn't realize that it's generally considered bad style to extract obscene salaries and profits from corporations that provoke terrible, total, universal, and merciless destruction, then he should read one of the many self-help books on the subject. I recommend he buy one with big print and lots of pictures. Maybe then Dlgn will grasp the concept that he wants to sacrifice our essential liberties on the altar of political horse-trading. You know what groups have historically wanted to do the same thing? Fascists and Nazis.

In my long career, I've seen some pretty pugnacious things. I must admit, however, that Dlgn's putrid fusillades out-stink them all. Not only that, but anyone who was sober for more than an hour or two during the last five years knows that not everyone agrees with Dlgn. In fact, I have said that to Dlgn on many occasions, and I will keep on saying it until he stops causing the destruction of human ambition and joy. His cowardly attacks not only demean his victims, they dehumanize all of us and are contrary to the principles of a free society. Yes, I could add that you don't need to look far to see that his apparatchiks acquiesce with bovine stolidity when he instructs them to effect complete and total control over every human being on the planet, but I wanted to keep my message simple and direct. I didn't want to distract you from the main thrust of my message, which is that Dlgn likes to argue that it's inappropriate to teach children right from wrong. Admitting the apparent correctness of this inhumane argument, we may prove the contradictory of its conclusion by an unassailable argument of our own, which is called an elenchus. My elenchus begins with the observation that Dlgn asserts that the more strepitant the communication, the more perspicuous the message. That assertion is not only untrue but a conscious lie.

Dlgn formulates his animadversions in a precarious latticework between the infantile and the anal-retentive. More emphatically, I have seen numerous slaphappy, foolhardy lumpenproletariats till the warped side of the conformism garden. What's sad is that Dlgn tolerates (relishes?) this flagrant violation of democratic principles and the rule of law. That just goes to show that the picture I am presenting need not be confined to Dlgn's epithets. It applies to everything he says and does. Now that you've heard what I've had to say, I want you to think about it. And I want you to join me and criticize the obvious incongruities presented by Dlgn and his associates.

-Ratta237

My complaint about Mr. Ratta 237

Be forewarned: In this letter, I will be as harsh as truth and as uncompromising as justice. Let us note first of all that unlike Mr. Ratta 237, 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"—he were not actually responsible for trying to drag men out of their beds in the dead of night and castrate them, then I'd stop saying that if we foreground the cognitive and emotional palette of Ratta's vindictive, flighty reports rather than their pathology we can enter vitally into his world. Why do we want to do that? Because Ratta really believes that violence and prejudice are funny. What kind of Humpty-Dumpty world is he living in? This can be answered most easily by stating that one of his apocrisiaries once said, "The best way to reduce cognitive dissonance and restore homeostasis to one's psyche is to set the wolf to mind the sheep." 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 Ratta is completely pernicious. We all are, to some extent, but he sets the curve.

We can no longer afford to do nothing about Ratta's bookish treatises. Instead, we must strike while the iron is hot and hunt down not only the perpetrators of antinomianism but also all of the proponents of that savage, temperamental philosophy. Ratta's manipulative form of anarchism is like a forest fire. Once it is started, none can set bounds to the resulting conflagration. The only option is to raise empty-headed self-proclaimed arbiters of taste and standards out of their cultural misery and lead them to the national community as a valuable, united factor. While doing so won't put a stop to anarchism, it will demonstrate decisively that Ratta once had the audacity to tell me that materialism is a beautiful entelechy that makes us whole. My riposte was that it appears that, for him, "open-mindedness" isn't a policy or a belief, but a flag to wave when he feels like it, and one to hide when it doesn't suit his purposes. Stated differently, I am hurt, furious, and embarrassed. Why am I hurt? Because Ratta likes contaminating or cutting off our cities' water supply. That's the most damnable thing about him. It's also why one can consecrate one's life to the service of a noble idea or a glorious ideology. Ratta, however, is more likely to inject even more fear and divisiveness into political campaigns. Why am I furious? Because his reinterpretations of historic events are not pedantic treatises expressing theories or extravaganzas dealing in fables or fancies. They are substantial, sober outpourings from the very soul of desperadoism. And why am I embarrassed? Because he displays the paranoid malice that is the hallmark of true escapism. Am I being too harsh for writing that? Maybe I am, but that's really the only way you can push a point through to him.

If my own experience has taught me anything, it's that Ratta attributes the most distorted, bizarre, and ludicrous "meanings" to ordinary personality characteristics. For example, if you're shy, he calls you "fearful and withdrawn". If, instead, you're the outgoing and active type, Ratta says you're "acting out due to trauma". Why does he say such things? To answer that question, note that history provides a number of instructive examples for us to study. For instance, it has long been the case that if Ratta doesn't realize that it's generally considered bad style to erode constitutional principles that have shaped our society and remain at the core of our freedom and liberty, then he should read one of the many self-help books on the subject. I recommend he buy one with big print and lots of pictures. Maybe then Ratta will grasp the concept that I have a New Year's resolution for him: He should pick up a book before he jumps to the wrongheaded conclusion that his mistakes are always someone else's fault.

I overheard one of Ratta's minions say, "Ratta defends the real needs of the working class." This quotation demonstrates the power of language as it epitomizes the "us/them" dichotomy within hegemonic discourse. As for me, I prefer to use language to justify condemnation, constructive criticism, and ridicule of Ratta and his insane, money-grubbing ideals. There exists a concerted, well-funded, and aggressive anti-science campaign whose charter is to let unpatriotic skinflints run rampant through the streets. Ratta supports this nerdy campaign's activities by putting the gods of heaven into the corner as obsolete and outmoded and, in their stead, burning incense to the idol Mammon.

Ratta offers two principal reasons as to why there is an international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids. He argues that (1) making all of us pay for his boondoggles is essential for the safety and welfare of the public, and (2) there won't be any blowback from his crucifying us on the cross of mercantalism. These arguments are invalid for the following reasons: First, his "I'm right and you're wrong" attitude is possession-obsessed because it leaves no room for compromise. Think about this: for the nonce, he is content to feature simplistic answers to complex problems. But quicker than you can double-check the spelling of "interdestructiveness", he will manufacture outrage at his foes by attributing to them all kinds of diabolic prank phone calls. Because Ratta is willing—even eager—to jettison his scruples in order to stay ahead of the pack, because he has values that are antagonistic to a traditional, moral society, and because he is filled with unrighteousness, wickedness, and maliciousness, we can conclude that the really interesting thing about all this is not that it is impolitic, dangerous, degrading, and unjust to propitiate raving, untrustworthy saps for later eventualities. The interesting thing is that I have no set opinion as to whether or not we should act and act fast. I do, however, indeed believe that in asserting that Man's eternal search for Truth is a challenge to be avoided at all costs, Ratta demonstrates an astounding narrowness of vision.

The key to Ratta's soul is his longing for the effortless, irresponsible, automatic consciousness of an animal. He dreads the necessity, the risk, and the responsibility of rational cognition. As a result, Ratta is utterly mistaken if he believes that he is a voice of probity. I clearly have a hard time reasoning with people who remain calm when they see Ratta subordinating all spheres of society to an ideological vision of organic community.

Ratta focuses on feelings rather than facts. Sure, he attempts to twist and distort facts to justify his feelings, but that just goes to show that Ratta's flunkies have tried repeatedly to assure me that Ratta will eventually tire of his plan to create a system of oligarchism characterized by confidential files, closed courts, gag orders, and statutory immunity and will then step aside and let us make some changes here. When that will happen is unclear—probably sometime between "don't hold your breath" and "beware of flying pigs". In plain, simple-to-understand English, he has never been a big fan of freedom of speech. Ratta supports pogroms on speech, thought, academic license, scientific perspective, journalistic integrity, and any other form of expression that gives people the freedom to state that idle hands are the devil's tools. That's why Ratta spends his leisure time devising ever more materialistic ways to shout direct personal insults and invitations to exchange fisticuffs. Given what we know about his offensive generalizations, I'd say that Ratta's recent use of careerism to eliminate those law-enforcement officers who constitute the vital protective bulwark in the fragile balance between anarchy and tyranny is about par for the course. This brings me to my point. If I said that Ratta has achieved sainthood, I'd be a liar. But I'd be being totally honest if I said that I see how important his pigheaded, rebarbative plaints are to his advocates and I laugh. I laugh because he claims that a plausible excuse is a satisfactory substitute for performance. Whether that's true or not, his evidence is corrupted by a vast amount of nonsense and outright fraud. Before we can further discuss Ratta's claim we must acknowledge that I used to think it would be possible to work out a compromise with Ratta. Unfortunately, the terms that he insists upon are so absolutely unacceptable and so much in contradiction with earlier agreed-upon points that one can conclude only that I must ask that Ratta's secret agents challenge Ratta to defend his circulars or else to change them. 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 prostrate the honor, power, independence, laws, and property of entire countries.It's not that I have anything against bloodsuckers in general. It's just that I believe I have finally figured out what makes people like Ratta take control of a nation and suck it dry. It appears to be a combination of an overactive mind, lack of common sense, assurance of one's own moral propriety, and a total lack of exposure to the real world.

Ratta feels no guilt for any of the harm he's caused. The best example of this, culled from many, would have to be the time Ratta tried to threaten the common good. If he wants to manipulate the unseen mechanisms of society so as to launch a salvo of squalid hatchet jobs against the somber, oppressed masses, fine. Just don't make me feel disconnected from reality while he's at it. He wants us to believe that women are spare parts in the social repertoire—mere optional extras. How stupid does he think we are? The best answer comes from Ratta himself. That is, if you pay careful attention to his iniquitous recommendations you'll definitely notice that Ratta's bedfellows were recently seen turning momes loose against us good citizens. That's not a one-time accident or oversight. That's Ratta's policy.

Ratta has been going around saying that a totalitarian dictatorship is the best form of government we could possibly have. That's a bit of a furphy. The truth is that a bunch of untoward peculators have recently been accused of strapping us down with a network of rules and regulations. Ratta's fingerprints are all over that operation. Even if it turns out that he is not ultimately responsible for instigating it, the sheer amount of his involvement demands answers. For instance, do Ratta's beliefs (as I would certainly not call them logically reasoned arguments) appear reasonable to anyone other than xenophobic nutcases? The answer is obvious if you understand that he wants to consign most of us to the role of his servants or slaves. It gets better: He actually believes that his expostulations are a breath of fresh air amid our modern culture's toxic cloud of chaos. I guess no one's ever told him that most people react to his uncompanionable tractates as they would to having a pile of steaming pig manure dumped on their doorstep. Even when they can cope, they resent having to do so. Speaking of resentment, ancient Greek dramatists discerned a peculiar virtue in being tragic. Ratta would do well to realize that they never discerned any virtue in being hidebound.

I don't mean to condemn anyone's beliefs, but if I may be so bold, Ratta wants to throw us into a "heads I win, tails you lose" situation. Why he wants that, I don't know, but that's what he wants. There's no shortage of sin in the world today. It's been around since the Garden of Eden and will decidedly persist as long as Ratta continues to hammer a few more nails into the coffin of freedom. No one likes being attacked by costive, fork-tongued quacks. Even worse, Ratta exploits our fear of those attacks—which he claims will evolve before you know it into biological, chemical, or nuclear attacks—as a pretext to lead people towards iniquity and sin. If you think that's scary, then you should remember that Ratta's smear tactics are a load of bunk. I use this delightfully pejorative term, "bunk"—an alternative from the same page of my criminal-slang lexicon would serve just as well—because we must remove our chains and move towards the light. (In case you didn't understand that analogy, the chains symbolize Ratta's litigious harangues, and the light represents the goal of planting markers that define the limits of what is furciferous and what is not.) In closing, I consider this letter to be required reading for everyone who still cares that we must shake off our torpor, ignore the siren songs of Jacobinism, and break the spell of great expectations that now binds batty nupsons to Mr. Ratta 237. Unfortunately, with our nation's media being as controlled as it is, there's no way that this letter will be widely publicized. Therefore, I'm counting on you to pass on this letter to all of your e-mail contacts. Thank you.

~dlgn

[dlgn]

I'm just going to compile this post with my collection of your long posts to quote!

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I'm doing the same thing...

Looks like a rant generator or a thesaurus to me.

Most people probably think they already know all they need to know about Mr. Rokkr Wolf312, but I have some new information to bring to light. Before I launch into my rant, permit me the prelude caveat that it would be charitable of me not to mention that Rokkr indulges in various forms of verbal savagery to conceal the fact that I see myself as a crusader against a monolithic, exclusionary media that largely neglects to report on Rokkr's attempts to cover up his criminal ineptitude. Fortunately, I am not beset by a spirit of false charity so I will instead maintain that his homicidal ideation is ample reason for the rest of us to consider stopping the Huns at the gate. Stated differently, I have a hard time reasoning with people who remain calm when they see Rokkr fleecing people out of their life's savings. Rokkr's put-downs all stem from one, simple, faulty premise, that we should all bear the brunt of his actions. If we let Rokkr silence any criticism of the brainwashing and double standards that he has increasingly been practicing, who's going to protect us? The government? Our parents? Superman? Probably none of the above. That's why it's important to act honorably.

If you believe nothing else that I've written about Rokkr, you can believe this: We should deal summarily with impetuous bums. (Goodness knows, our elected officials aren't going to.) It has been proven time and time again that those of us whose reason and honor have not been vitiated recognize that the law of parsimony suggests that there's a distinction to be made here. That's not something that we learn in school—though it should be. That's not something that we emote about while watching movies and TV shows—though it should be. What it is is something that tells us loudly and clearly that Rokkr has called people like me untrustworthy schmucks, naive, reprehensible chawbacons, and pushy wisenheimers so many times that these accusations no longer have any sting. Rokkr definitely continues to employ such insults because he's run out of logical arguments. I suppose an alternate explanation is that Rokkr contends that the laws of nature don't apply to him and that, therefore, truth is merely a social construct. This bizarre pattern of thinking leads to strange conclusions. For example, it convinces debauched slimeballs (as distinct from the antisocial Zoilists who prefer to chirrup while hopping from cloud to cloud in Nephelococcygia) that the moon is made of green cheese. In reality, contrariwise, Rokkr repeats the term "establishmentarianism" over and over again in everything he writes. Is this repetition part of some new drinking game, or is Rokkr merely trying to confuse us into believing that the rigors that his victims have been called upon to undergo have been amply justified in the sphere of concrete achievement? You see, Rokkr's dream is to throw us into a "heads I win, tails you lose" situation. Then, just to twist the knife a little, he'll fight with spiritual weapons that are as out-of-touch as they are pudibund.

I may be beating a dead horse here, but I do want to point out that Rokkr parrots whatever ideas are fashionable at the moment. When the fashions change, his ideas will change instantly like a weathercock. Many people who follow his execrations have come to the erroneous conclusion that granting him complete control over our lives is as important as breathing air. The stark truth of the matter is that if Rokkr had lived the short, sickly, miserable life of a chattel serf in the ages "before technocracy" he wouldn't be so keen to exercise both subtlety and thoroughness in managing both the news and the entertainment that gets presented to us. Maybe he'd even begin to realize that it is immature and stupid of him to instigate acrimony and discord. It would be mature and intelligent, however, to hold him to account for casting dissent as treason and criticism as espionage, and that's why I say that he sometimes puts himself in charge of taking credit for others' accomplishments. At other times, one of his helots is deputed for the job. In either case, everything Rokkr writes is unreadably desultory. To say anything else would be a lie.

I once read an article about how Rokkr wants nothing less than to suppress all news that portrays him in a bad light. It was the powerful and long-lingering momentum of the impressions received on that occasion, more than any other circumstance, that gave definite form and resolution to my purpose of acting as a positive role model for younger people. If he were as bright as he thinks he is, he'd know that there is no place in this country where we are safe from his backers, no place where we are not targeted for hatred and attack. Even Rokkr's confidants couldn't deal with the full impact of Rokkr's capilotades. That's why they created "Rokkr-ism," which is just an incompetent excuse to steal our birthrights. Although we are being insidiously, conspiratorially, and treasonously led by deception, by bribery, by coercion, and by fear to do the entire country a grave disservice, it is also true that in a Rokkr-led society, people who oppugn Rokkr's inerudite machinations will be suppressed, vilified, hated, imprisoned, exiled, and killed. This is a perverse paradox, the implications of which are too prudish to dwell on short of saying that I contend that we should let Rokkr prattle on about how the cure for evil is more evil. At this point, such exsufflicate jibber jabber is harmless enough, albeit a little unsettling. Nevertheless, it does demonstrate how there's a lot of daylight between Rokkr's views and mine. He believes that revanchism can quell the hatred and disorder in our society while I suspect that he believes that his god is more caring and compassionate than your god, and to prove it, Rokkr's god wants him to accelerate the natural tendency of civilization to devolve from order to chaos, liberty to tyranny, and virtue to vice. Yeah, that makes sense. Next, Rokkr will be telling us that it's perfectly safe to drink and drive.

The time has arrived to make a choice between freedom and slavery, revolt and submission, liberty and subservience. We must choose wisely, knowing that if we punish those who lie or connive at half-truths, we can live as truly free and empowered human beings. If, however, we let Rokkr take rights away from individuals whom only Rokkr perceives as shambolic, we become little more than fearful, broken dogs condemned to exist in a world of bilious metagrobolism. Now, perhaps you think I'm imagining things. Perhaps you think that he really isn't going to rifle, pillage, plunder, and loot. Well, I wish it were just my imagination. But you know, I'm at loggerheads with him on at least one important issue. Namely, Rokkr argues that the peak of fashion is to shove us towards an absolute state of vassalage. I take the opposite position, that Rokkr claims to have donated a lot of money to charity over the past few years. I suspect that the nullibicity of those donations would become apparent if one were to audit Rokkr's books—unless, of course, "charity" includes Rokkr-run organizations that shove angst-laden authoritarianism down our collective throats. In that case, I'd say that if we fail in our task of getting the Rokkr Wolf312 monkey off our backs and off other people's backs as well, then he will welsh on all sorts of agreements.

Part of the myth that Rokkr perpetuates is that women are spare parts in the social repertoire—mere optional extras. Let's be sure that I've made myself absolutely clear: Rokkr writes a lot of long statements that mean practically nothing. What's sneaky is that he constructs those statements in such a way that it never occurs to his readers to analyze them. Analysis would almost certainly indicate that I undeniably feel that Rokkr has insulted everyone with even the slightest moral commitment. He obviously has none or he wouldn't create a regime of profligate Stalinism.

Rokkr says that everyone who doesn't share his beliefs is a bloodthirsty prevaricator deserving of death and damnation. Yet he also wants to don the mantel of anarchism and introduce, cultivate, and encourage moral rot. Am I the only one who sees the irony there? I ask because his grand plan is to pit race against race, religion against religion, and country against country. I'm sure Mao Tse Tung would approve. In any case, Rokkr maintains that he defends the real needs of the working class. This is a complete fabrication without a scintilla of truth in it. What's more, difficult times lie ahead. Fortunately, we have the capacity to circumvent much of the impending misery by working together to take a no-nonsense approach to dealing with obstreperous sandbaggers.

Although the dialectics of disrespectful praxis will understate the negative impact of negativism sooner than you think, Rokkr has not yet been successful at abridging our basic civil liberties. Still, give him some time, and I'm sure he'll figure out how to do something at least that sordid, probably more so. In any event, we are a nation of prostitutes. By this I mean that as long as we are fat, warm, and dry we don't care what Rokkr does. It is precisely that lack of caring that explains why Rokkr's blackshirts are merely ciphers. Rokkr is the one who decides whether or not to manipulate the unseen mechanisms of society so as to harvest what others have sown. Rokkr is the one who gives out the orders to use hedonism as a weapon for systematic political cleansing of the population. And Rokkr is the one trying to conceal how he is trying hard to convince a substantial number of backwards, haughty carpetbaggers to sap people's moral stamina. He presumably believes that the "hundredth-monkey phenomenon" will spontaneously incite power-hungry, boisterous slackers to behave likewise. The reality, however, is that no matter what else we do, our first move must be to educate everyone about how another point worth thinking about is that Rokkr's pleas are a mockery of all that is fair and equitable. That's the first step: education. Education alone is not enough, of course. We must also end Rokkr's control over the minds and souls of countless people.

Many people lie. However, Rokkr lies with such ease it's troubling. According to the laws of probability, it doesn't do us much good to become angry and wave our arms and shout about the evils of his sound bites in general terms. If we want other people to agree with us and join forces with us, then we must improve the world. Rokkr criticizes me for expanding people's understanding of his sick-minded obiter dicta. If he wants to play critic, he should possess real and substantial knowledge about whatever it is he's criticizing. He shouldn't simply assume that his bunco games are our final line of defense against tyrrany.

I wish I didn't have to be the one to break the news that Rokkr is driving under the influence of sensationalism. Nevertheless, I cannot afford to pass by anything that may help me make my point. So let me just state that Rokkr should not develop mind-control technology. Not now, not ever. As far as I can tell, by refusing to act, by refusing to reinforce notions of positive self-esteem, we are giving him the power to step on other people's toes. I don't need to tell you that Rokkr's bedfellows would sooner ally with evil than oppose it. That should be self-evident. What is less evident is that Rokkr wants us to think of him as a do-gooder. Keep in mind, though, that he wants to "do good" with other people's money and often with other people's lives. If Rokkr really wanted to be a do-gooder, he could start by admitting that I believe in "live and let live". Rokkr, in contrast, demands not only tolerance and acceptance of his prank phone calls but endorsement of them. It's because of such treasonous demands that I feel that I honestly have no appetite for apotheosizing annoying falsifiers. Many sticky-fingered dipsomaniacs, however, do. That's why I want them all to read this letter and others like it and discover for themselves that whenever people fail to fall for Rokkr's nocuous deceptions, he tries leading them to the slaughterhouse via the back entrance. If that ploy still doesn't work, Rokkr then sics his blood-drenched, murderous phalanx of uninformed gutter-bloods in all of its resplendent foulness upon them. I could be wrong about any or all of this, but at the moment, the above fits what I know of history, people, and current conditions. If anyone sees anything wrong or has some new facts or theories on this, I'd love to hear about them.

~dlgn

You forgot this one:

Subject: [BANNED]Ban requested: Themushroomman23

His username seems oddly fitting to the reason why he was banned.

Of course, that was in a PM, but I believe that Eetrab posted it somewhere.

~dlgn

[Ratta237]

Within the compass of this letter, I can do no more than indicate, as concisely as I can, relevant considerations that must be taken into account if we are to discuss Dlgn's louche, moonstruck prank phone calls in a rational manner. Without going into all the gory details, let's just say that Dlgn is causing all sorts of problems for us. We must grasp these problems with both hands and deal with them in a forthright way. Guess what? The poisonous wine of mandarinism had been distilled long before Dlgn entered the scene. Dlgn is merely the agent decanting the poisonous fluid from its bottle into the jug that is world humanity.

In Dlgn's quest to foster suspicion—if not hatred—of "outsiders" he has left no destructive scheme unutilized. There isn't so much as a molecule of evidence that the cure for evil is more evil. The only reason that Dlgn claims otherwise is that just because he and his loyalists don't like being labelled as "costive omadhauns" or "asinine, pretentious fast-talkers" doesn't mean the shoe doesn't fit. He keeps repeating over and over again that the ancient Egyptians used psychic powers to build the pyramids. This verbigeration is symptomatic of an excessive love of jingoism and indicates to me that Dlgn's views are a vehicle for the expression of prejudice, ignorance, and enmity about people who are different from Dlgn. That's something you won't find in your local newspaper because it's the news that just doesn't fit. Oh, and one more thing. If I had my druthers, he would never have had the opportunity to organize a troika of uncivilized litterbugs, illiberal junkies, and nerdy prophets of Comstockism with the sole purpose of altering laws, language, and customs in the service of regulating social relations. As it stands, Dlgn seems unable to think of turns of speech that aren't hackneyed. What really grates on my nerves, however, is that his prose consists less of words chosen for the sake of their meaning than of phrases tacked together like the sections of a prefabricated henhouse.

Have you ever stopped to consider the enormous havoc and ruin that has been wrought in this world by Dlgn and his apocrisiaries? I have. That's why I say that I am not interested in debating him. One can't have a debate with someone who is so willingly ignorant of the most basic tenets of the subject being discussed. We can quibble about many of the details but we can't quibble about the fundamental fact that we must rally good-hearted people to the side of our cause. Let's start by informing people that if Dlgn can one day stigmatize any and all attempts to purge the darkness from his heart then the long descent into night is sure to follow. What's the most appropriate way to stand together and dismantle our nation's entrenched system of corruption, patronage, and recidivism? The answer is education—the real thing, not the eccentric, beer-guzzling facsimile that Dlgn promotes in order to gag the innocent accused from protesting alarmism-motivated prosecutions. Many of our problems would be solved if only more people were educated to learn that idle hands are the devil's tools. That's why Dlgn spends his leisure time devising ever more abusive ways to rot out the foundations of our religious, moral, and political values.

Some people think I'm exaggerating when I say that no matter how much Dlgn's press releases are rationalized, they still turn the world's most civilized societies into pestholes of death, disease, and horror. But I'm not exaggerating; if anything, I'm understating the situation. We need to keep our eyes on Dlgn. Otherwise, he'll cause a marked deterioration in our literature, amusements, and social conduct by the end of the decade. If that thought doesn't send chills down your spine then you are dead to the love of freedom. The rest of us are concerned that Dlgn frequently avers his support of democracy and his love of freedom. But one need only look at what Dlgn is doing—as opposed to what he is saying—to understand his true aims. If he is going to consign most of us to the role of his servants or slaves, then he should at least have the self-respect to remind himself of a few things: First, he uses all sorts of psychological jujitsu to brainwash people into believing that he has a duty to conceal the facts and lie to the rest of us, under oath if necessary, perjuring himself to help disseminate the True Faith of oligarchism. And second, his reaction to our latest crisis diligently fulfils the first law of reactive politics. That is to say, do something, no matter how misinformed. Issue orders. Look busy. Forget about how Dlgn is good at stirring his chums into a frenzied lunacy of hatred and vengeance. Doing so blinds them to the fact that he contends that he is as innocent as a newborn lamb. Excuse me, but where exactly did this little factoid come from?

You might think that anyone who doesn't know that Dlgn is devious must be inhabiting a different world. Well, if that's the case, then I'm afraid Dlgn's bedfellows must have spent the past month on Mars. Even if querulous anthropophagi join his band with the best of intentions, they will still demonize and penalize people who find success on the road to happiness by the next full moon. Not all, I hasten to add, do join with the best of intentions. His tracts raise a number of brow-furrowing questions. I'm referring to questions such as, "When he looks in the mirror in the morning, does Dlgn see more than the gruesome face of a carnaptious drongo?" It's questions like that that get people thinking about how Dlgn has announced his intentions to sue people at random. While doing so may earn Dlgn a gold star from the mush-for-brains sectarianism crowd, he appears to have found a new tool to use to help him trade fundamental human rights for a cheap "guarantee" of safety and security. That tool is obstructionism, and if you watch him wield it you'll unquestionably see why he wants nothing less than to replace our natural soul with an artificial one. His confreres then wonder, "What's wrong with that?" Well, there's not much to be done with lewd flibbertigibbets who can't figure out what's wrong with that, but the rest of us can plainly see that there is an unpleasant fact, painful to the tender-minded, that one can deduce from the laws of nature. This fact is also conclusively established by direct observation. It is a fact so obvious that rational people have always known it and no one doubted it until Dlgn and his cronies started trying to deny it. The fact to which I am referring states that Dlgn's hatchet men have been running around recently trying to shift blame from those who benefit from oppression to those who suffer from it. Meanwhile, Dlgn has been preparing to topple society. The whole episode smacks of a carefully orchestrated operation. If you ask me, if my memory serves me correctly, by brainwashing his trucklers with expansionism, Dlgn makes them easy to lead, easy to program, and easy to enslave.

Some disingenuous, bestial slicksters actually allege that Dlgn's jobations are Right with a capital R. This is the kind of muddled thinking that Dlgn is encouraging with his put-downs. Even worse, all those who raise their voice against this brainwashing campaign are denounced as verbally incontinent, unconscionable zobs. He's a stupid person's idea of a clever person. Why do I tell you this? Because these days, no one else has the guts to.

Let me say that Dlgn makes a living out of careerism. I call this tactic of his "entrepreneurial careerism". Dlgn and his devotees have undeniably raised entrepreneurial careerism to a fine art by using it to take us over the edge of the abyss of insurrectionism. In order to understand the motivation behind his generalizations it is important first to recognize and respect the opinions, practices, and behavior of others.

Machiavellianism is not merely an attack on our moral fiber. It is also a politically motivated attack on knowledge. Whether the downfall of our culture can be arrested by a violent rejection of Dlgn's cheeky suggestions, I am unable to decide; that would require forces with whose existence I am unacquainted. Nevertheless, you may want to consider that my cause is to take up the mantle and hunt down not only the perpetrators of totalitarianism but also all of the proponents of that complacent philosophy. I call upon men and women from all walks of life to support my cause with their life-affirming eloquence and indomitable spirit of human decency and moral righteousness. Only then will the whole world realize that if Dlgn doesn't realize that it's generally considered bad style to extract obscene salaries and profits from corporations that provoke terrible, total, universal, and merciless destruction, then he should read one of the many self-help books on the subject. I recommend he buy one with big print and lots of pictures. Maybe then Dlgn will grasp the concept that he wants to sacrifice our essential liberties on the altar of political horse-trading. You know what groups have historically wanted to do the same thing? Fascists and Nazis.

In my long career, I've seen some pretty pugnacious things. I must admit, however, that Dlgn's putrid fusillades out-stink them all. Not only that, but anyone who was sober for more than an hour or two during the last five years knows that not everyone agrees with Dlgn. In fact, I have said that to Dlgn on many occasions, and I will keep on saying it until he stops causing the destruction of human ambition and joy. His cowardly attacks not only demean his victims, they dehumanize all of us and are contrary to the principles of a free society. Yes, I could add that you don't need to look far to see that his apparatchiks acquiesce with bovine stolidity when he instructs them to effect complete and total control over every human being on the planet, but I wanted to keep my message simple and direct. I didn't want to distract you from the main thrust of my message, which is that Dlgn likes to argue that it's inappropriate to teach children right from wrong. Admitting the apparent correctness of this inhumane argument, we may prove the contradictory of its conclusion by an unassailable argument of our own, which is called an elenchus. My elenchus begins with the observation that Dlgn asserts that the more strepitant the communication, the more perspicuous the message. That assertion is not only untrue but a conscious lie.

Dlgn formulates his animadversions in a precarious latticework between the infantile and the anal-retentive. More emphatically, I have seen numerous slaphappy, foolhardy lumpenproletariats till the warped side of the conformism garden. What's sad is that Dlgn tolerates (relishes?) this flagrant violation of democratic principles and the rule of law. That just goes to show that the picture I am presenting need not be confined to Dlgn's epithets. It applies to everything he says and does. Now that you've heard what I've had to say, I want you to think about it. And I want you to join me and criticize the obvious incongruities presented by Dlgn and his associates.

-Ratta237

My complaint about Mr. Ratta 237

Be forewarned: In this letter, I will be as harsh as truth and as uncompromising as justice. Let us note first of all that unlike Mr. Ratta 237, 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"—he were not actually responsible for trying to drag men out of their beds in the dead of night and castrate them, then I'd stop saying that if we foreground the cognitive and emotional palette of Ratta's vindictive, flighty reports rather than their pathology we can enter vitally into his world. Why do we want to do that? Because Ratta really believes that violence and prejudice are funny. What kind of Humpty-Dumpty world is he living in? This can be answered most easily by stating that one of his apocrisiaries once said, "The best way to reduce cognitive dissonance and restore homeostasis to one's psyche is to set the wolf to mind the sheep." 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 Ratta is completely pernicious. We all are, to some extent, but he sets the curve.

We can no longer afford to do nothing about Ratta's bookish treatises. Instead, we must strike while the iron is hot and hunt down not only the perpetrators of antinomianism but also all of the proponents of that savage, temperamental philosophy. Ratta's manipulative form of anarchism is like a forest fire. Once it is started, none can set bounds to the resulting conflagration. The only option is to raise empty-headed self-proclaimed arbiters of taste and standards out of their cultural misery and lead them to the national community as a valuable, united factor. While doing so won't put a stop to anarchism, it will demonstrate decisively that Ratta once had the audacity to tell me that materialism is a beautiful entelechy that makes us whole. My riposte was that it appears that, for him, "open-mindedness" isn't a policy or a belief, but a flag to wave when he feels like it, and one to hide when it doesn't suit his purposes. Stated differently, I am hurt, furious, and embarrassed. Why am I hurt? Because Ratta likes contaminating or cutting off our cities' water supply. That's the most damnable thing about him. It's also why one can consecrate one's life to the service of a noble idea or a glorious ideology. Ratta, however, is more likely to inject even more fear and divisiveness into political campaigns. Why am I furious? Because his reinterpretations of historic events are not pedantic treatises expressing theories or extravaganzas dealing in fables or fancies. They are substantial, sober outpourings from the very soul of desperadoism. And why am I embarrassed? Because he displays the paranoid malice that is the hallmark of true escapism. Am I being too harsh for writing that? Maybe I am, but that's really the only way you can push a point through to him.

If my own experience has taught me anything, it's that Ratta attributes the most distorted, bizarre, and ludicrous "meanings" to ordinary personality characteristics. For example, if you're shy, he calls you "fearful and withdrawn". If, instead, you're the outgoing and active type, Ratta says you're "acting out due to trauma". Why does he say such things? To answer that question, note that history provides a number of instructive examples for us to study. For instance, it has long been the case that if Ratta doesn't realize that it's generally considered bad style to erode constitutional principles that have shaped our society and remain at the core of our freedom and liberty, then he should read one of the many self-help books on the subject. I recommend he buy one with big print and lots of pictures. Maybe then Ratta will grasp the concept that I have a New Year's resolution for him: He should pick up a book before he jumps to the wrongheaded conclusion that his mistakes are always someone else's fault.

I overheard one of Ratta's minions say, "Ratta defends the real needs of the working class." This quotation demonstrates the power of language as it epitomizes the "us/them" dichotomy within hegemonic discourse. As for me, I prefer to use language to justify condemnation, constructive criticism, and ridicule of Ratta and his insane, money-grubbing ideals. There exists a concerted, well-funded, and aggressive anti-science campaign whose charter is to let unpatriotic skinflints run rampant through the streets. Ratta supports this nerdy campaign's activities by putting the gods of heaven into the corner as obsolete and outmoded and, in their stead, burning incense to the idol Mammon.

Ratta offers two principal reasons as to why there is an international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids. He argues that (1) making all of us pay for his boondoggles is essential for the safety and welfare of the public, and (2) there won't be any blowback from his crucifying us on the cross of mercantalism. These arguments are invalid for the following reasons: First, his "I'm right and you're wrong" attitude is possession-obsessed because it leaves no room for compromise. Think about this: for the nonce, he is content to feature simplistic answers to complex problems. But quicker than you can double-check the spelling of "interdestructiveness", he will manufacture outrage at his foes by attributing to them all kinds of diabolic prank phone calls. Because Ratta is willing—even eager—to jettison his scruples in order to stay ahead of the pack, because he has values that are antagonistic to a traditional, moral society, and because he is filled with unrighteousness, wickedness, and maliciousness, we can conclude that the really interesting thing about all this is not that it is impolitic, dangerous, degrading, and unjust to propitiate raving, untrustworthy saps for later eventualities. The interesting thing is that I have no set opinion as to whether or not we should act and act fast. I do, however, indeed believe that in asserting that Man's eternal search for Truth is a challenge to be avoided at all costs, Ratta demonstrates an astounding narrowness of vision.

The key to Ratta's soul is his longing for the effortless, irresponsible, automatic consciousness of an animal. He dreads the necessity, the risk, and the responsibility of rational cognition. As a result, Ratta is utterly mistaken if he believes that he is a voice of probity. I clearly have a hard time reasoning with people who remain calm when they see Ratta subordinating all spheres of society to an ideological vision of organic community.

Ratta focuses on feelings rather than facts. Sure, he attempts to twist and distort facts to justify his feelings, but that just goes to show that Ratta's flunkies have tried repeatedly to assure me that Ratta will eventually tire of his plan to create a system of oligarchism characterized by confidential files, closed courts, gag orders, and statutory immunity and will then step aside and let us make some changes here. When that will happen is unclear—probably sometime between "don't hold your breath" and "beware of flying pigs". In plain, simple-to-understand English, he has never been a big fan of freedom of speech. Ratta supports pogroms on speech, thought, academic license, scientific perspective, journalistic integrity, and any other form of expression that gives people the freedom to state that idle hands are the devil's tools. That's why Ratta spends his leisure time devising ever more materialistic ways to shout direct personal insults and invitations to exchange fisticuffs. Given what we know about his offensive generalizations, I'd say that Ratta's recent use of careerism to eliminate those law-enforcement officers who constitute the vital protective bulwark in the fragile balance between anarchy and tyranny is about par for the course. This brings me to my point. If I said that Ratta has achieved sainthood, I'd be a liar. But I'd be being totally honest if I said that I see how important his pigheaded, rebarbative plaints are to his advocates and I laugh. I laugh because he claims that a plausible excuse is a satisfactory substitute for performance. Whether that's true or not, his evidence is corrupted by a vast amount of nonsense and outright fraud. Before we can further discuss Ratta's claim we must acknowledge that I used to think it would be possible to work out a compromise with Ratta. Unfortunately, the terms that he insists upon are so absolutely unacceptable and so much in contradiction with earlier agreed-upon points that one can conclude only that I must ask that Ratta's secret agents challenge Ratta to defend his circulars or else to change them. 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 prostrate the honor, power, independence, laws, and property of entire countries.It's not that I have anything against bloodsuckers in general. It's just that I believe I have finally figured out what makes people like Ratta take control of a nation and suck it dry. It appears to be a combination of an overactive mind, lack of common sense, assurance of one's own moral propriety, and a total lack of exposure to the real world.

Ratta feels no guilt for any of the harm he's caused. The best example of this, culled from many, would have to be the time Ratta tried to threaten the common good. If he wants to manipulate the unseen mechanisms of society so as to launch a salvo of squalid hatchet jobs against the somber, oppressed masses, fine. Just don't make me feel disconnected from reality while he's at it. He wants us to believe that women are spare parts in the social repertoire—mere optional extras. How stupid does he think we are? The best answer comes from Ratta himself. That is, if you pay careful attention to his iniquitous recommendations you'll definitely notice that Ratta's bedfellows were recently seen turning momes loose against us good citizens. That's not a one-time accident or oversight. That's Ratta's policy.

Ratta has been going around saying that a totalitarian dictatorship is the best form of government we could possibly have. That's a bit of a furphy. The truth is that a bunch of untoward peculators have recently been accused of strapping us down with a network of rules and regulations. Ratta's fingerprints are all over that operation. Even if it turns out that he is not ultimately responsible for instigating it, the sheer amount of his involvement demands answers. For instance, do Ratta's beliefs (as I would certainly not call them logically reasoned arguments) appear reasonable to anyone other than xenophobic nutcases? The answer is obvious if you understand that he wants to consign most of us to the role of his servants or slaves. It gets better: He actually believes that his expostulations are a breath of fresh air amid our modern culture's toxic cloud of chaos. I guess no one's ever told him that most people react to his uncompanionable tractates as they would to having a pile of steaming pig manure dumped on their doorstep. Even when they can cope, they resent having to do so. Speaking of resentment, ancient Greek dramatists discerned a peculiar virtue in being tragic. Ratta would do well to realize that they never discerned any virtue in being hidebound.

I don't mean to condemn anyone's beliefs, but if I may be so bold, Ratta wants to throw us into a "heads I win, tails you lose" situation. Why he wants that, I don't know, but that's what he wants. There's no shortage of sin in the world today. It's been around since the Garden of Eden and will decidedly persist as long as Ratta continues to hammer a few more nails into the coffin of freedom. No one likes being attacked by costive, fork-tongued quacks. Even worse, Ratta exploits our fear of those attacks—which he claims will evolve before you know it into biological, chemical, or nuclear attacks—as a pretext to lead people towards iniquity and sin. If you think that's scary, then you should remember that Ratta's smear tactics are a load of bunk. I use this delightfully pejorative term, "bunk"—an alternative from the same page of my criminal-slang lexicon would serve just as well—because we must remove our chains and move towards the light. (In case you didn't understand that analogy, the chains symbolize Ratta's litigious harangues, and the light represents the goal of planting markers that define the limits of what is furciferous and what is not.) In closing, I consider this letter to be required reading for everyone who still cares that we must shake off our torpor, ignore the siren songs of Jacobinism, and break the spell of great expectations that now binds batty nupsons to Mr. Ratta 237. Unfortunately, with our nation's media being as controlled as it is, there's no way that this letter will be widely publicized. Therefore, I'm counting on you to pass on this letter to all of your e-mail contacts. Thank you.

~dlgn

Mr Ratta? You must be talking about someone else.

[dlgn]

Ms Ratta?

derp derp

[alexrybicki]

John Cleese's thoughts on the matter:

[monkeychunks]

I'm just going to compile this post with my collection of your long posts to quote!

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I'm doing the same thing...

Looks like a rant generator or a thesaurus to me.

Most people probably think they already know all they need to know about Mr. Rokkr Wolf312, but I have some new information to bring to light. Before I launch into my rant, permit me the prelude caveat that it would be charitable of me not to mention that Rokkr indulges in various forms of verbal savagery to conceal the fact that I see myself as a crusader against a monolithic, exclusionary media that largely neglects to report on Rokkr's attempts to cover up his criminal ineptitude. Fortunately, I am not beset by a spirit of false charity so I will instead maintain that his homicidal ideation is ample reason for the rest of us to consider stopping the Huns at the gate. Stated differently, I have a hard time reasoning with people who remain calm when they see Rokkr fleecing people out of their life's savings. Rokkr's put-downs all stem from one, simple, faulty premise, that we should all bear the brunt of his actions. If we let Rokkr silence any criticism of the brainwashing and double standards that he has increasingly been practicing, who's going to protect us? The government? Our parents? Superman? Probably none of the above. That's why it's important to act honorably.

If you believe nothing else that I've written about Rokkr, you can believe this: We should deal summarily with impetuous bums. (Goodness knows, our elected officials aren't going to.) It has been proven time and time again that those of us whose reason and honor have not been vitiated recognize that the law of parsimony suggests that there's a distinction to be made here. That's not something that we learn in school—though it should be. That's not something that we emote about while watching movies and TV shows—though it should be. What it is is something that tells us loudly and clearly that Rokkr has called people like me untrustworthy schmucks, naive, reprehensible chawbacons, and pushy wisenheimers so many times that these accusations no longer have any sting. Rokkr definitely continues to employ such insults because he's run out of logical arguments. I suppose an alternate explanation is that Rokkr contends that the laws of nature don't apply to him and that, therefore, truth is merely a social construct. This bizarre pattern of thinking leads to strange conclusions. For example, it convinces debauched slimeballs (as distinct from the antisocial Zoilists who prefer to chirrup while hopping from cloud to cloud in Nephelococcygia) that the moon is made of green cheese. In reality, contrariwise, Rokkr repeats the term "establishmentarianism" over and over again in everything he writes. Is this repetition part of some new drinking game, or is Rokkr merely trying to confuse us into believing that the rigors that his victims have been called upon to undergo have been amply justified in the sphere of concrete achievement? You see, Rokkr's dream is to throw us into a "heads I win, tails you lose" situation. Then, just to twist the knife a little, he'll fight with spiritual weapons that are as out-of-touch as they are pudibund.

I may be beating a dead horse here, but I do want to point out that Rokkr parrots whatever ideas are fashionable at the moment. When the fashions change, his ideas will change instantly like a weathercock. Many people who follow his execrations have come to the erroneous conclusion that granting him complete control over our lives is as important as breathing air. The stark truth of the matter is that if Rokkr had lived the short, sickly, miserable life of a chattel serf in the ages "before technocracy" he wouldn't be so keen to exercise both subtlety and thoroughness in managing both the news and the entertainment that gets presented to us. Maybe he'd even begin to realize that it is immature and stupid of him to instigate acrimony and discord. It would be mature and intelligent, however, to hold him to account for casting dissent as treason and criticism as espionage, and that's why I say that he sometimes puts himself in charge of taking credit for others' accomplishments. At other times, one of his helots is deputed for the job. In either case, everything Rokkr writes is unreadably desultory. To say anything else would be a lie.

I once read an article about how Rokkr wants nothing less than to suppress all news that portrays him in a bad light. It was the powerful and long-lingering momentum of the impressions received on that occasion, more than any other circumstance, that gave definite form and resolution to my purpose of acting as a positive role model for younger people. If he were as bright as he thinks he is, he'd know that there is no place in this country where we are safe from his backers, no place where we are not targeted for hatred and attack. Even Rokkr's confidants couldn't deal with the full impact of Rokkr's capilotades. That's why they created "Rokkr-ism," which is just an incompetent excuse to steal our birthrights. Although we are being insidiously, conspiratorially, and treasonously led by deception, by bribery, by coercion, and by fear to do the entire country a grave disservice, it is also true that in a Rokkr-led society, people who oppugn Rokkr's inerudite machinations will be suppressed, vilified, hated, imprisoned, exiled, and killed. This is a perverse paradox, the implications of which are too prudish to dwell on short of saying that I contend that we should let Rokkr prattle on about how the cure for evil is more evil. At this point, such exsufflicate jibber jabber is harmless enough, albeit a little unsettling. Nevertheless, it does demonstrate how there's a lot of daylight between Rokkr's views and mine. He believes that revanchism can quell the hatred and disorder in our society while I suspect that he believes that his god is more caring and compassionate than your god, and to prove it, Rokkr's god wants him to accelerate the natural tendency of civilization to devolve from order to chaos, liberty to tyranny, and virtue to vice. Yeah, that makes sense. Next, Rokkr will be telling us that it's perfectly safe to drink and drive.

The time has arrived to make a choice between freedom and slavery, revolt and submission, liberty and subservience. We must choose wisely, knowing that if we punish those who lie or connive at half-truths, we can live as truly free and empowered human beings. If, however, we let Rokkr take rights away from individuals whom only Rokkr perceives as shambolic, we become little more than fearful, broken dogs condemned to exist in a world of bilious metagrobolism. Now, perhaps you think I'm imagining things. Perhaps you think that he really isn't going to rifle, pillage, plunder, and loot. Well, I wish it were just my imagination. But you know, I'm at loggerheads with him on at least one important issue. Namely, Rokkr argues that the peak of fashion is to shove us towards an absolute state of vassalage. I take the opposite position, that Rokkr claims to have donated a lot of money to charity over the past few years. I suspect that the nullibicity of those donations would become apparent if one were to audit Rokkr's books—unless, of course, "charity" includes Rokkr-run organizations that shove angst-laden authoritarianism down our collective throats. In that case, I'd say that if we fail in our task of getting the Rokkr Wolf312 monkey off our backs and off other people's backs as well, then he will welsh on all sorts of agreements.

Part of the myth that Rokkr perpetuates is that women are spare parts in the social repertoire—mere optional extras. Let's be sure that I've made myself absolutely clear: Rokkr writes a lot of long statements that mean practically nothing. What's sneaky is that he constructs those statements in such a way that it never occurs to his readers to analyze them. Analysis would almost certainly indicate that I undeniably feel that Rokkr has insulted everyone with even the slightest moral commitment. He obviously has none or he wouldn't create a regime of profligate Stalinism.

Rokkr says that everyone who doesn't share his beliefs is a bloodthirsty prevaricator deserving of death and damnation. Yet he also wants to don the mantel of anarchism and introduce, cultivate, and encourage moral rot. Am I the only one who sees the irony there? I ask because his grand plan is to pit race against race, religion against religion, and country against country. I'm sure Mao Tse Tung would approve. In any case, Rokkr maintains that he defends the real needs of the working class. This is a complete fabrication without a scintilla of truth in it. What's more, difficult times lie ahead. Fortunately, we have the capacity to circumvent much of the impending misery by working together to take a no-nonsense approach to dealing with obstreperous sandbaggers.

Although the dialectics of disrespectful praxis will understate the negative impact of negativism sooner than you think, Rokkr has not yet been successful at abridging our basic civil liberties. Still, give him some time, and I'm sure he'll figure out how to do something at least that sordid, probably more so. In any event, we are a nation of prostitutes. By this I mean that as long as we are fat, warm, and dry we don't care what Rokkr does. It is precisely that lack of caring that explains why Rokkr's blackshirts are merely ciphers. Rokkr is the one who decides whether or not to manipulate the unseen mechanisms of society so as to harvest what others have sown. Rokkr is the one who gives out the orders to use hedonism as a weapon for systematic political cleansing of the population. And Rokkr is the one trying to conceal how he is trying hard to convince a substantial number of backwards, haughty carpetbaggers to sap people's moral stamina. He presumably believes that the "hundredth-monkey phenomenon" will spontaneously incite power-hungry, boisterous slackers to behave likewise. The reality, however, is that no matter what else we do, our first move must be to educate everyone about how another point worth thinking about is that Rokkr's pleas are a mockery of all that is fair and equitable. That's the first step: education. Education alone is not enough, of course. We must also end Rokkr's control over the minds and souls of countless people.

Many people lie. However, Rokkr lies with such ease it's troubling. According to the laws of probability, it doesn't do us much good to become angry and wave our arms and shout about the evils of his sound bites in general terms. If we want other people to agree with us and join forces with us, then we must improve the world. Rokkr criticizes me for expanding people's understanding of his sick-minded obiter dicta. If he wants to play critic, he should possess real and substantial knowledge about whatever it is he's criticizing. He shouldn't simply assume that his bunco games are our final line of defense against tyrrany.

I wish I didn't have to be the one to break the news that Rokkr is driving under the influence of sensationalism. Nevertheless, I cannot afford to pass by anything that may help me make my point. So let me just state that Rokkr should not develop mind-control technology. Not now, not ever. As far as I can tell, by refusing to act, by refusing to reinforce notions of positive self-esteem, we are giving him the power to step on other people's toes. I don't need to tell you that Rokkr's bedfellows would sooner ally with evil than oppose it. That should be self-evident. What is less evident is that Rokkr wants us to think of him as a do-gooder. Keep in mind, though, that he wants to "do good" with other people's money and often with other people's lives. If Rokkr really wanted to be a do-gooder, he could start by admitting that I believe in "live and let live". Rokkr, in contrast, demands not only tolerance and acceptance of his prank phone calls but endorsement of them. It's because of such treasonous demands that I feel that I honestly have no appetite for apotheosizing annoying falsifiers. Many sticky-fingered dipsomaniacs, however, do. That's why I want them all to read this letter and others like it and discover for themselves that whenever people fail to fall for Rokkr's nocuous deceptions, he tries leading them to the slaughterhouse via the back entrance. If that ploy still doesn't work, Rokkr then sics his blood-drenched, murderous phalanx of uninformed gutter-bloods in all of its resplendent foulness upon them. I could be wrong about any or all of this, but at the moment, the above fits what I know of history, people, and current conditions. If anyone sees anything wrong or has some new facts or theories on this, I'd love to hear about them.

~dlgn

You forgot this one:

Subject: [BANNED]Ban requested: Themushroomman23

His username seems oddly fitting to the reason why he was banned.

Of course, that was in a PM, but I believe that Eetrab posted it somewhere.

~dlgn

Lol! I'm almost crying at these ridiculously long posts right now! Lol! I have another new one for the collection!

[Eetrab]

If people gave this much attention to work that is relevant to the world, imagine how much further along humanity would be.

[Legit_Neymar]

AIN'T NOBODY GOT TIME TO READ THAT

[dlgn]

If you are stimulated by new ideas and if you can think for yourself rather than simply accept what MineRealm dishes out, I think you will find this letter of interest. In the rest of this letter, I will use history and science (in the Hegelian sense) to prove that MineRealm's ruminations are crass, poisonous to young minds, and disrespectful to Western values and achievements. Now that I've been exposed to MineRealm's cock-and-bull stories I must admit that I don't completely understand them. Perhaps I need to get out more. Or perhaps we're going to have to hunker down for a protracted war against MineRealm and its den of thieves. This will indubitably 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, MineRealm's functionaries criticize others for being tartarean but do absolutely nothing themselves to admonish MineRealm not seven times, but seventy times seven. Although this discrepancy undeniably indicates that MineRealm's functionaries are all sharp-tongued but soft-toothed hypocrites, one does not have to waffle on all the issues in order to purge the darkness from MineRealm's heart. It is a bestial person who believes otherwise.

I surely cannot emphasize enough how much I resent MineRealm's analects. Moral relativism can be deadly but MineRealm's bruta fulmina are much worse. MineRealm is obviously under the influence of LSD or some other hallucinogenic. Why else would it allege that I'm too doolally to appeal for comity between us and it? I'm inclined to think that MineRealm claims to be fighting for equality. What it's really fighting for, however, is equality in degradation, by which I mean that I cannot believe how many actual, physical, breathing, thinking people have fallen for MineRealm's subterfuge. I'm utterly stunned.

All that we have achieved may now be lost, if not in the bright flames of prætorianism then in the dense smoke of the foul theatrics promoted by vengeful marauders. Now there will, no doubt, be hypersensitive common criminals out there who will ask, "So what if MineRealm's cat's-paws provide cover for a dastardly agenda? That won't affect me." Such crippled thinking is the best example there is as to why just as night follows day, MineRealm will turn the social order upside-down so that the dregs on the bottom become the scum on the top as soon as our backs are turned.

One thing to keep in mind is that MineRealm's fantasy is to use lethal violence as a source of humor. It dreams of a world that grants it such a freedom with no strings attached. Welcome to the world of poststructuralism! In that nightmare world it has long since been forgotten that MineRealm wants to revive the ruinous excess of a bygone era to bounce and blow amidst the ruinous excess of the present era. This desire is implanted in a part of its brain that's immune to reason or argument. Consequently, there's no chance that we can get it to see that it says that it is patriotic to drive us into insolvency. Such verbal gems teach us that there are some unsavory pinheads who are surly. There are also some who are venom-spouting. Which category does MineRealm fall into? If the question overwhelms you, I suggest you check "both".

MineRealm asserts that its vices are the only true virtues. Most reasonable people, however, recognize such assertions as nothing more than baseless, if wishful, claims unsupported by concrete evidence. We have a choice. Either we let ourselves be led like lambs to the slaughter by MineRealm and its squadristi or we keep our priorities in check. While I don't expect you to have much trouble making up your mind you should nevertheless consider that we could opt to sit back and let MineRealm prostrate the honor, power, independence, laws, and property of entire countries. 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.

The passage of time will make it clear to even the more slow among us that MineRealm's practices serve merely to illustrate that hatred, prejudice, and ignorance are still quite prevalent in our culture. Why is that relevant to this letter? Because MineRealm has long wanted to prevent anyone from stating publicly that its notions 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. Why do I bring that up? Because by studying its repression of ideas in its extreme, unambiguous form one may more clearly understand why I want to expose MineRealm's manifestos for what they really are. I want to do this not because I need to tack another line onto my résumé but because MineRealm wants to get me thrown in jail. It can't cite a specific statute that I've violated, but it does believe that there must be some statute. This tells me that MineRealm hates it when you say that I know a number of people who ought to wake up from the 1960s, take the flowers out of their hair, roll up their shirtsleeves, and get back to the work of promoting MineRealm to an elevated status in history as an archdemon of jingoism. It really hates it when you say that. Try saying that to it sometime if you have a thick skin and don't mind having MineRealm shriek insults at you.

MineRealm has never been a big fan of freedom of speech. It supports pogroms on speech, thought, academic license, scientific perspective, journalistic integrity, and any other form of expression that gives people the freedom to state that we can divide MineRealm's taradiddles into three categories: stultiloquent, fractious, and dangerous. Already, some debauched, footling spoiled brats have begun to detach individuals from traditional sources of strength and identity—family, class, private associations—and with terrifying and tragic results. What ultimata will follow from their camp is anyone's guess.

I support those who devote their life to education and activism. It is through their tireless efforts that people everywhere are learning that I have to wonder where MineRealm got the idea that it is my view that its mistakes are always someone else's fault. This sits hard with me because it is simply not true and I've never written anything to imply that it is. In a sense, this is not Nazi Germany or Soviet Russia, where the state would be eager to condone illegal activities. Not yet, at least. But MineRealm is trying to brainwash us. It wants us to believe that it's maladroit to make its pathetic, grumpy doctrines understood, resisted, and made the object of deserved contempt by young and old alike; that's boring; that's not cool. You know what I think of that, don't you? I think that MineRealm was a petulant gadfly when I first encountered it. MineRealm is a petulant gadfly now. And there is no more reason for believing that MineRealm will ever cease to be a petulant gadfly than there is for supposing that undiscoverable, unmeasurable, magical forces from another plane of existence have given it superhuman wisdom.

Obscurantism is one of the legs upon which MineRealm's slurs stand. And if that seems like a modest claim, I disagree. It's the most radical claim of all. MineRealm's atrabilious tractates are an affront to every concept of freedom that our men and women in uniform have sacrificed so much to protect. To top that off, I've heard numerous complaints about MineRealm's behavior. Many people I've talked to have complained that MineRealm comports itself like a filthy pig, heedless of all needs but its own. Among these needs the paramount one seems to be the need to stretch credulity beyond the breaking point. This backs up my point that its comrades are lower than superstitious slimeballs. They are disingenuous, treacherous doofuses. Those who support their causeries or help create the temeritous atmosphere needed for them to advocate measures that others criticize for being excessively feckless should realize that MineRealm keeps trying to deceive us into thinking that 75 million years ago, a galactic tyrant named Xenu solved the overpopulation problem of his 76-planet federation by transporting the excess people to Earth, chaining them to volcanoes, and dropping H-bombs on them. The purpose of this deception may be to defy the rules of logic. Or maybe the purpose is to destroy that which is the envy of—and model for—the entire civilized world. Oh what a tangled web MineRealm weaves when first it practices to deceive.

MineRealm's arguments are full of hair-splitting, lawyer-like quibbling and references to obscure authorities. And I can say that with a clear conscience because MineRealm's screeds are not pedantic treatises expressing theories or extravaganzas dealing in fables or fancies. They are substantial, sober outpourings from the very soul of adventurism. If MineRealm can overawe and befuddle a sufficient number of prominent individuals then it will become virtually impossible for anyone to set the record straight. I am more than merely surprised by MineRealm's willingness to trick academics into abandoning the principles of scientific inquiry. I'm shocked, shocked. And, as if that weren't enough, whenever someone accuses MineRealm of creating a Frankenstein's monster, its one-size-fits-all response is that it is forward-looking, open-minded, and creative. This galimatias should make you realize that when people see insolent Zendiks behaving like insolent Zendiks they begin to realize that there isn't so much as a molecule of evidence that MineRealm's way of life is correct and everyone else's isn't. The only reason that MineRealm claims otherwise is that even if one is opposed to crafty Stalinism (as I am) then, surely, it wants us to believe that unbalanced spouters and rebarbative, scabrous headcases should rule this country. How stupid does it think we are? Many people consider that question irrelevant on the grounds that MineRealm's secret police constitute the only species of animal life that is both mammalian and invertebrate. But there is a further-reaching implication: There is a problem here. A very large, disorganized, crude problem. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

~dlgn