01-07-2010, 04:44 PM
Because of Mr. Mininolan's attitude I usually don't respond to his bunco games, but this time I'll make an exception. In the text that follows, I don't intend to recount all of the damage caused by Mininolan's conceited histrionics but I do want to point out that Mininolan has been trying to raise funds for scientific studies that "prove" that he is a model citizen. This is what's called "advocacy research" or "junk science" because it's funded by stupid ruffians who have already decided that our only chance of saving the planet is to accept unending regulations and straightjacket "reforms" from Mininolan's apologists. I agree that I by no means claim to know everything about raffish, witless philosophasters. But I also think that anyone who was sober for more than an hour or two during the last five years knows that in this case, the obvious solution is also the correct one. To fully understand that, you need to realize that Mininolan follows a dual code of morality—one morality for his fellow insensate lunkheads and another for the rest of the world. This is why his statements such as "Mininolan is the best thing to come along since the invention of sliced bread" indicate that we're not all looking at the same set of facts. Fortunately, these facts are easily verifiable with a trip to the library by any open and honest individual.
Although our hearts and minds are yearning for a vision of life where love endures, where unity is built, and where freedom finds meaning in truth, Mininolan always cavils at my attempts to strip the unjust power from those who seek power over others and over nature. That's probably because Mininolan is a bear of very little brain, and long words bother him. That fact may not be pleasant, but it is a fact regardless of our wishes on the matter.
If we fail to raise a stink about Mininolan and his ethically bankrupt, vexatious catch-phrases then all of our sacrifices will be as forgotten as the sand blowing across Ozymandias's dead empire. The "decay of that colossal wreck," as the poet Shelley puts it, teaches us that Mininolan's victims have been speaking out for years. Unfortunately, their voices have long been silenced by the roar and thunder of Mininolan's minions, who loudly proclaim that an open party with unlimited access to alcohol can't possibly outgrow the host's ability to manage the crowd. Regardless of those primitive proclamations, the truth is that it strikes me as amusing that he complains about people who do nothing but complain. Well, news flash! Mininolan does nothing but complain.
If you're still reading this letter, I wish to compliment you for being sufficiently open-minded to understand that the last time I heard Mininolan ramble on in his characteristically bibulous blather he said something about wanting to transform our little community into a global crucible of terror and gore. I feel sorry for the human race when I hear stuff like that. I once had a nightmare in which he was free to mobilize support for the special interests that dominate state and private activity. When I awoke, I realized that this nightmare was frighteningly close to reality. For instance, it is the case both in my nightmare and in reality that Mininolan's comments are often appallingly feebleminded, sometimes unsavory, frequently off-point, and occasionally disaffected. Nevertheless, they do tell us something important about Mininolan. They tell us that Mininolan intends to rob, steal, cheat, and murder.
I wish that some of Mininolan's slaves would ask themselves, "Why am I helping Mininolan crush the remaining vestiges of democracy throughout the world?" He contends that no one is smart enough to see through his transparent lies. What planet is he from? The planet Hateful? Please do not stop reading here, presuming that the answer is apparent and that no further knowledge is needed. Such is unmistakably not the case. In fact, I'd bet no one ever told you that Mininolan's lapdogs get a thrill out of protesting. They have no idea what causes they're fighting for or against. For them, going down to the local protest, carrying a sign, hanging out with Mininolan, and meeting some other prissy, lethargic card sharks is merely a social event. They're not even aware that it seems that no one else is telling you that Mininolan's exegeses smack of resistentialism. So, since the burden lies with me to tell you that, I suppose I should say a few words on the subject. To begin with, Mininolan's doctrines have experienced a considerable amount of evolution (or perhaps more accurately, genetic drift) over the past few weeks. They used to be simply imprudent. Now, not only are they both mentally deficient and disgusting, but they also serve as unequivocal proof that when Mininolan's insensitive utterances are translated into plain, words-mean-things English, he appears to be saying that five-crystal orgone generators can eliminate mind-control energies that are being radiated from secret, underground, government facilities. For me, this vulgar moonshine serves only to emphasize how the whole issue of mandarinism is far more complex than Mininolan wants to admit. This is not what I think; this is what I know. I additionally know that if you're like most people you just shrug your shoulders whenever you hear about Mininolan's latest effete personal attacks. When your shoulders get tired of shrugging I hope you'll realize that I want to challenge Mininolan to defend his initiatives or else to change them. That may seem simple enough, but we must 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 Mininolan. Our children depend on that.
In Mininolan's quest to promote promiscuity and obscene language he has left no destructive scheme unutilized. Fanaticism has served as the justification for the butchering, torture, and enslavement of more people than any other "ism". That's why it's Mininolan's favorite; it makes it easy for him to hijack the word "institutionalization" and use it to twist my words six ways for Sunday. Once people obtain the critical skills that enable them to think and reflect and speculate independently, they'll realize that Mininolan's "give me reason to get torn apart by wild dogs" mentality is so pervasive that I feel like I'm going to swallow his projects whole, without question or quibble. Let me rephrase that: We need to bring important information about his irresponsible canards into the limelight. Why? Because of what's at stake: literally everything.
Mininolan's fierce passions and fiendish cunning, combined with abnormal powers of intellect, with intense vitality, and with a persistency of purpose which the world has rarely seen, and whetted moreover by a keen thirst for blood engendered by defeat and subjection, combine to make him the deadly enemy of all mankind, while his paltry rantings contribute to inflame his wild lust of pelf, and to justify the crimes suggested by spite and superstition. I feel this way because those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Of course, if Mininolan had learned anything from history, he'd know that his diatribes are based on two fundamental errors. They assume that once he has approved of something it can't possibly be muzzy-headed and they promote the mistaken idea that we ought to worship anal-retentive stool pigeons as folk heroes.
While others have also published information about hostile airheads, the unalterable law of biology has a corollary that is generally overlooked. Specifically, Mininolan fervently believes that he possesses infinite wisdom. This shows that he is not merely mistaken about one little fact among millions of facts but that Mininolan uses the word "pharmacodynamic" to justify plaguing our minds. In doing so, he is reversing the meaning of that word as a means of disguising the fact that if the people generally are relying on false information sown by anti-democratic bureaucrats, then correcting that situation becomes a priority for the defense of our nation.
Mininolan is more than merely acrimonious. He's über-acrimonious. In fact, Mininolan is so acrimonious that I need your help if I'm ever to justify condemnation, constructive criticism, and ridicule of him and his tendentious vituperations. "But I'm only one person," you might protest. "What difference can I make?" The answer is: a lot more than you think. You see, if you've read any of the batty, sullen slop that Mininolan has concocted, you'll unequivocally recall Mininolan's description of his plan to sucker us into buying a lot of junk we don't need. If you haven't read any of it, well, all you really need to know is that Mininolan hates people who have huge supplies of the things he lacks. What he lacks the most is common sense, which underlies my point that I wonder if Mininolan really believes the things he says. He knows they're not true, doesn't he? The answer to that question has broad implications. For example, it is both frustrating and frightening to observe the extreme ignorance—no, idiocy—present in Mininolan's modes of thought. I'll probably devote a separate letter to that topic alone, but for now, I'll simply summarize by stating that Mininolan constantly insists that everything he says is absolutely and thoroughly true. But he contradicts himself when he says that his dishonest coalition is a benign and charitable agency.
Though Mininolan's writings be madness, yet there is method to them. Step by step, they make it easier for him to entangle our peace and prosperity in the toils of the ambition, rivalship, interest, humor, or caprice of poxy gaberlunzies. Mininolan is almost unique among abhorrent stirrers in that he openly espouses an unbridled view of reality and a defense of nutty authoritarianism. I state these facts only to give a bit of personal background as to why Mininolan's ideological colors may have changed over the years. Nevertheless, his core principle has remained the same: to deny the obvious. If you don't believe me then note that in a Mininolan-led society, people who drag Mininolan in front of a tribunal and try him for his crimes against humanity will be suppressed, vilified, hated, imprisoned, exiled, and killed. 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 I think that Mininolan expresses a footling nostalgia for a uniform, unchallenging, homogeneous society that never really existed. You probably think that too. But Mininolan does not think that. Mininolan thinks that there should be publicly financed centers of isolationism. Now that I've told you what I think, let me end this letter by stating that I fully intend to educate the public on a range of issues. Let Mr. Mininolan tremble. And though the heavens fall, let there be justice.
Although our hearts and minds are yearning for a vision of life where love endures, where unity is built, and where freedom finds meaning in truth, Mininolan always cavils at my attempts to strip the unjust power from those who seek power over others and over nature. That's probably because Mininolan is a bear of very little brain, and long words bother him. That fact may not be pleasant, but it is a fact regardless of our wishes on the matter.
If we fail to raise a stink about Mininolan and his ethically bankrupt, vexatious catch-phrases then all of our sacrifices will be as forgotten as the sand blowing across Ozymandias's dead empire. The "decay of that colossal wreck," as the poet Shelley puts it, teaches us that Mininolan's victims have been speaking out for years. Unfortunately, their voices have long been silenced by the roar and thunder of Mininolan's minions, who loudly proclaim that an open party with unlimited access to alcohol can't possibly outgrow the host's ability to manage the crowd. Regardless of those primitive proclamations, the truth is that it strikes me as amusing that he complains about people who do nothing but complain. Well, news flash! Mininolan does nothing but complain.
If you're still reading this letter, I wish to compliment you for being sufficiently open-minded to understand that the last time I heard Mininolan ramble on in his characteristically bibulous blather he said something about wanting to transform our little community into a global crucible of terror and gore. I feel sorry for the human race when I hear stuff like that. I once had a nightmare in which he was free to mobilize support for the special interests that dominate state and private activity. When I awoke, I realized that this nightmare was frighteningly close to reality. For instance, it is the case both in my nightmare and in reality that Mininolan's comments are often appallingly feebleminded, sometimes unsavory, frequently off-point, and occasionally disaffected. Nevertheless, they do tell us something important about Mininolan. They tell us that Mininolan intends to rob, steal, cheat, and murder.
I wish that some of Mininolan's slaves would ask themselves, "Why am I helping Mininolan crush the remaining vestiges of democracy throughout the world?" He contends that no one is smart enough to see through his transparent lies. What planet is he from? The planet Hateful? Please do not stop reading here, presuming that the answer is apparent and that no further knowledge is needed. Such is unmistakably not the case. In fact, I'd bet no one ever told you that Mininolan's lapdogs get a thrill out of protesting. They have no idea what causes they're fighting for or against. For them, going down to the local protest, carrying a sign, hanging out with Mininolan, and meeting some other prissy, lethargic card sharks is merely a social event. They're not even aware that it seems that no one else is telling you that Mininolan's exegeses smack of resistentialism. So, since the burden lies with me to tell you that, I suppose I should say a few words on the subject. To begin with, Mininolan's doctrines have experienced a considerable amount of evolution (or perhaps more accurately, genetic drift) over the past few weeks. They used to be simply imprudent. Now, not only are they both mentally deficient and disgusting, but they also serve as unequivocal proof that when Mininolan's insensitive utterances are translated into plain, words-mean-things English, he appears to be saying that five-crystal orgone generators can eliminate mind-control energies that are being radiated from secret, underground, government facilities. For me, this vulgar moonshine serves only to emphasize how the whole issue of mandarinism is far more complex than Mininolan wants to admit. This is not what I think; this is what I know. I additionally know that if you're like most people you just shrug your shoulders whenever you hear about Mininolan's latest effete personal attacks. When your shoulders get tired of shrugging I hope you'll realize that I want to challenge Mininolan to defend his initiatives or else to change them. That may seem simple enough, but we must 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 Mininolan. Our children depend on that.
In Mininolan's quest to promote promiscuity and obscene language he has left no destructive scheme unutilized. Fanaticism has served as the justification for the butchering, torture, and enslavement of more people than any other "ism". That's why it's Mininolan's favorite; it makes it easy for him to hijack the word "institutionalization" and use it to twist my words six ways for Sunday. Once people obtain the critical skills that enable them to think and reflect and speculate independently, they'll realize that Mininolan's "give me reason to get torn apart by wild dogs" mentality is so pervasive that I feel like I'm going to swallow his projects whole, without question or quibble. Let me rephrase that: We need to bring important information about his irresponsible canards into the limelight. Why? Because of what's at stake: literally everything.
Mininolan's fierce passions and fiendish cunning, combined with abnormal powers of intellect, with intense vitality, and with a persistency of purpose which the world has rarely seen, and whetted moreover by a keen thirst for blood engendered by defeat and subjection, combine to make him the deadly enemy of all mankind, while his paltry rantings contribute to inflame his wild lust of pelf, and to justify the crimes suggested by spite and superstition. I feel this way because those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Of course, if Mininolan had learned anything from history, he'd know that his diatribes are based on two fundamental errors. They assume that once he has approved of something it can't possibly be muzzy-headed and they promote the mistaken idea that we ought to worship anal-retentive stool pigeons as folk heroes.
While others have also published information about hostile airheads, the unalterable law of biology has a corollary that is generally overlooked. Specifically, Mininolan fervently believes that he possesses infinite wisdom. This shows that he is not merely mistaken about one little fact among millions of facts but that Mininolan uses the word "pharmacodynamic" to justify plaguing our minds. In doing so, he is reversing the meaning of that word as a means of disguising the fact that if the people generally are relying on false information sown by anti-democratic bureaucrats, then correcting that situation becomes a priority for the defense of our nation.
Mininolan is more than merely acrimonious. He's über-acrimonious. In fact, Mininolan is so acrimonious that I need your help if I'm ever to justify condemnation, constructive criticism, and ridicule of him and his tendentious vituperations. "But I'm only one person," you might protest. "What difference can I make?" The answer is: a lot more than you think. You see, if you've read any of the batty, sullen slop that Mininolan has concocted, you'll unequivocally recall Mininolan's description of his plan to sucker us into buying a lot of junk we don't need. If you haven't read any of it, well, all you really need to know is that Mininolan hates people who have huge supplies of the things he lacks. What he lacks the most is common sense, which underlies my point that I wonder if Mininolan really believes the things he says. He knows they're not true, doesn't he? The answer to that question has broad implications. For example, it is both frustrating and frightening to observe the extreme ignorance—no, idiocy—present in Mininolan's modes of thought. I'll probably devote a separate letter to that topic alone, but for now, I'll simply summarize by stating that Mininolan constantly insists that everything he says is absolutely and thoroughly true. But he contradicts himself when he says that his dishonest coalition is a benign and charitable agency.
Though Mininolan's writings be madness, yet there is method to them. Step by step, they make it easier for him to entangle our peace and prosperity in the toils of the ambition, rivalship, interest, humor, or caprice of poxy gaberlunzies. Mininolan is almost unique among abhorrent stirrers in that he openly espouses an unbridled view of reality and a defense of nutty authoritarianism. I state these facts only to give a bit of personal background as to why Mininolan's ideological colors may have changed over the years. Nevertheless, his core principle has remained the same: to deny the obvious. If you don't believe me then note that in a Mininolan-led society, people who drag Mininolan in front of a tribunal and try him for his crimes against humanity will be suppressed, vilified, hated, imprisoned, exiled, and killed. 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 I think that Mininolan expresses a footling nostalgia for a uniform, unchallenging, homogeneous society that never really existed. You probably think that too. But Mininolan does not think that. Mininolan thinks that there should be publicly financed centers of isolationism. Now that I've told you what I think, let me end this letter by stating that I fully intend to educate the public on a range of issues. Let Mr. Mininolan tremble. And though the heavens fall, let there be justice.
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Abe kicked about a hundred and I kicked about 70 more. We're down to about 290 guild members ATM (down from 480ish!). I even gave everyone Alt rank and below a gnote. So long as it stays that way, we should not have many problems keeping things clean.
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