At 7/1/06 02:37 PM, --Hybrid-- wrote:
At 7/1/06 02:28 PM, llama wrote:
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What on earth are you talking about?
What I'm talking about is I've been hesitating to write this letter, because I've been afraid that, if I did, Mr. Infidel would do everything in its power to make me live lower than dirt. But after reading about Mr. Infidel's simple-minded announcements, I could hesitate no longer. So, without further ado, I present you with this all-important piece of information: Mr. Infidel's macabre dream is starting to come true. Liberties are being killed by attrition. Authoritarianism is being installed by accretion. The only way that we can reverse these censorious trends is to shed the light of truth on the evil that is Mr. Infidel. To be precise, it wants us to feel sorry for the blinkered primates who create new (and reinforce existing) prejudices and misconceptions. I claim we should instead feel sorry for their victims, all of whom know full well that Mr. Infidel has compiled an impressive list of grievances against me. Not only are all of these grievances completely fictitious, but most people want to be nice; they want to be polite; they don't want to give offense. And because of this inherent politeness, they step aside and let Mr. Infidel spoon-feed us its pabulum. Even though Mr. Infidel gives flattering titles to its natural distempers, my cause is to encourage opportunity, responsibility, and community. 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 Mr. Infidel says that sensationalism can quell the hatred and disorder in our society. This is at best wrong. At worst, it is a lie. Because "formaldehydesulphoxylic" is a word that can be interpreted in many ways, we must make it clear that if I am correctly informed, when a capricious dolt has been beaten down with the successive hammer blows of Lysenkoism, metagrobolism, and interdenominationalism, he becomes quite receptive to Mr. Infidel's propaganda and quite likely to join its camp. In any case, its ideological colors may have changed over the years. Nevertheless, Mr. Infidel's core principle has remained the same: to quash other people's opinions. If you don't believe me, then note that Mr. Infidel contends that it's the best thing to come along since the invention of sliced bread. Sounds rather wild, doesn't it? Well, that's Mr. Infidel for you. It's a pity that two thousand years after Christ, the voices of dotty rotters like Mr. Infidel can still be heard, worse still that they're listened to, and worst of all that anyone believes them.
I am convinced that there will be a strong effort on Mr. Infidel's part to make a mockery of our most fundamentally held beliefs in the immediate years ahead. This effort will be disguised, of course. It will be cloaked in deceit, as such efforts always are. That's why I'm informing you that I would never take a job working for Mr. Infidel. Given its depraved traducements, who would want to? This is well illustrated in what remains one of the most divisive issues of our day: pauperism. You know, it strikes me that if the people generally are relying on false information sown by Maoism-prone wimps, then correcting that situation becomes a priority for the defense of our nation. It would be charitable of me not to mention that what Mr. Infidel is doing is fanaticism in its most foul-mouthed form. Fortunately, I am not beset by a spirit of false charity, so I will instead maintain that it is like a magician who produces a dove in one hand, while the other hand is busy trying to subject us to the self-serving, goofy yapping of repressive psychopaths. Mr. Infidel may not be that flagitious, but it sure is presumptuous.
I would like to digress here. Perhaps one day we will live in a world where good people are not troubled by fear of sniffish twaddlers. Until that day arrives, however, we must spread the word that unlike Mr. Infidel, when I make a mistake I'm willing to admit it. Consequently, if -- and I'm bending over backwards to maintain the illusion of "innocent until proven guilty" -- it were not actually responsible for trying to rule with an iron fist, then I'd stop saying that Mr. Infidel attracts horny, contemptuous bloody-minded-types to its peuplade by telling them that our elected officials should be available for purchase by special-interest groups. I suppose the people to whom it 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. Infidel has been trying hard to protect what has become a lucrative racket for it. Unfortunately, that lucrative racket has a hard-to-overlook consequence: it will shout obscenities at passers-by eventually. It is deeply unfortunate that Mr. Infidel brandishes the word "anthropogeographical" as a kind of up-to-date jack-o'-lantern to scare children, since this is not wild speculation. This is not a conspiracy theory. This is documented fact.
There's something fishy about Mr. Infidel's publicity stunts. I think it's up to something, something abysmal and perhaps even disrespectful. Here's some news for you: There is an open consensus that it requires surprisingly little imagination to envision a future in which Mr. Infidel is free to renege on an incredibly large number of promises. Interesting, isn't it? What you may find even more interesting is that it is dead set on defending its position against what I have to say, regardless of what I have to say. The facts are indisputable, the arguments are impeccable, and the consequences are undeniable. So why does it contend that we ought to worship splenetic, morally repugnant crooks as folk heroes? We should be able to look into our own souls for the answer.
