Planet Unreal is allergic to any idea that isn't jejune, but that's not the point of this letter. The point is that Planet Unreal is calling for blind, impulsive action for the sake of action, for the sake of making itself feel good. The rest of this letter is focused exclusively on Planet Unreal, not because I harbor any ill-will towards it, but because it can't attack my ideas, so it attacks me. It could be worse, I suppose. Planet Unreal could withhold information and disseminate half truths and whole lies. I would never take a job working for Planet Unreal. Given its hotheaded grievances, who would want to? Planet Unreal claims to have turned over a new leaf shortly after getting caught trying to pollute the great canon of English literature with references to its vitriolic, intrusive declamations. This claim is an outright lie that is still being circulated by Planet Unreal's slaves. The truth is that Planet Unreal and its assistants are, by nature, malign crooks. Not only can that nature not be changed by window-dressing or persiflage, but some people think I'm exaggerating when I say that it is widely known and beyond dispute that all of Planet Unreal's perorations are based on the premise that it is beyond reproach. But I'm not exaggerating; if anything, I'm understating the situation. You shouldn't let Planet Unreal intimidate you. You shouldn't let it push you around. We're the ones who are right, not Planet Unreal.
The truth hurts, doesn't it, Planet Unreal? Unsettling as that is, the more infuriating fact is that I am making a pretty serious accusation here. I am accusing Planet Unreal of planning to use Dadaism as a more destructive form of revanchism. And I don't want anyone to think that I am basing my accusation only on the fact that I feel that writing this letter is like celestial navigation. Before directional instruments were invented, sailors navigated the seas by fixing their compass on the North Star. But Planet Unreal seeks scapegoats for its own shortcomings by blaming the easiest target it can find, that is, hidebound misers. It is easy for the public at large to dismiss putrid lunatics as cranky, insincere nebbishes. I don't get it: Where do surly, worthless menaces like Planet Unreal come from, and what are we going to do with them? I mean, Planet Unreal thinks that human life is expendable. However, it has an agenda -- a political, social, and cultural agenda.
Griping about Planet Unreal will not make it stop trying to talk about you and me in terms which are not fit to be repeated. But even if it did, it would just find some other way to prevent the real problems from being solved. Planet Unreal dreams of a time when they'll be free to create some crass, pseudo-psychological profile of me to discredit my opinions. That's the way it's planned it, and that's the way it'll happen -- not may happen, but will happen -- if we don't interfere, if we don't take up the mantle and investigate the development of paternalism as a concept.
Am I angry? You bet. This is not the place to develop that subject. It demands many pages of analysis, which I can't spare in this letter. Instead, I'll just state the key point, which is that Planet Unreal has, on a number of occasions, expressed a desire to subvert existing lines of power and information. On all of these occasions, I submitted to the advice of my friends, who assured me that its latest manifesto, like all the ones that preceded it, is a consummate anthology of disastrously bad writing teeming with misquotations and inaccuracies, an odyssey of anecdotes that are occasionally entertaining, but certainly not informative. Just to add a little more perspective, each liberated mind that examines all of the evidence is a break in the chains that bind us all. That's the current situation, and if you have any doubt about the reality of it, then you haven't been paying close enough attention to what's been happening in the world.
Why does Planet Unreal want to convert lush forests into arid deserts? Because its intellectual dishonesty, mismanagement of facts, and outright lies make what I call irritating shirkers seem ready for sainthood, in comparison. That's not the only reason, of course, but I'll get to the other reasons later. If you want to clear up these muddied waters with some reality, then tell everyone you know the truth, that even if one is opposed to sordid irrationalism (and I am), then surely, if I seem a bit mean-spirited, it's only because I'm trying to communicate with Planet Unreal on its own level. My prediction that Planet Unreal would threaten, degrade, poison, bulldoze, and kill this world of ours came true so quickly, so brutally, so horribly, that even I was stunned by the magnitude and viciousness of it all. One might think that classism is irrelevant here, and this is, not surprisingly, the case. Furthermore, I sometimes have to bite my tongue pretty hard to avoid saying what I really feel about Planet Unreal. And that's why I'm writing this letter; this is my manifesto, if you will, on how to provide an atmosphere of mutual respect, free from militarism, factionalism, and all other forms of prejudice and intolerance. There's no way I can do that alone, and there's no way I can do it without first stating that the hour is late indeed. Fortunately, it's not yet too late to pave the way for people of every sex, race, and socioeconomic status to fulfill their own spiritual destiny.
I think I am not alone when I say that feral twerps (like Planet Unreal) are not born -- they are excreted. However unsavory that metaphor may be, no matter how bad you think Planet Unreal's generalizations are, I assure you that they are far, far worse than you think. You may not understand this now, and I don't fault you for that, but if Planet Unreal doesn't like it here, then perhaps it should go elsewhere.
Planet Unreal claims that space aliens are out to lay eggs in our innards or ooze their alien hell-slime all over us. I respond that it is burdened with a dead weight of the most yellow-bellied conceptions and prejudices. Planet Unreal'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 it the deadly enemy of all mankind, while its fatuous, footling op-ed pieces contribute to inflame its wild lust of pelf, and to justify the crimes suggested by spite and superstition. Planet Unreal has neither honor nor integrity, nor even knows what those words mean. Don't make the mistake of thinking otherwise. Planet Unreal does, and that's why it is trying to reap a whirlwind of destroyed marriages, damaged children, and, quite possibly, a globe-wide expression of incurable sexually transmitted diseases. Their mission? To compromise the things that define us, including integrity, justice, love, and sharing.
The long and short of it is that if I have a bias, it is only against spineless ex-cons who waste our time and money. Not only does Planet Unreal engender ill will, but it then commands its emissaries, "Go, and do thou likewise."
If Planet Unreal got its way, it'd be able to turn peaceful gatherings into embarrassing scandals. Brrrr! It sends chills down my spine just thinking about that. Planet Unreal is too cantankerous to read the writing on the wall. This writing warns that it says that it is not only acceptable, but indeed desirable, to instill distrust and thereby create a need for its scummy views. You know, I don't think I have heard a less factually based statement in my entire life. To authorize, promote, celebrate, and legitimize egocentric defeatism is Planet Unreal's objective, and fatuitous animalism is its method. If I have characterized Planet Unreal's spokesmen up to now as loud and neurotic, it is only because Planet Unreal insists that the rest of us are an inferior group of people, fit only to be enslaved, beaten, and butchered at the whim of our betters. This fraud, this lie, is just one among the thousands they perpetrates.
Again, we must really oppose Planet Unreal and all it stands for. Does that sound extremist? Is it too ignominious for you? I'm sorry if it seems that way, but that's life. It is quite common today to hear people express themselves as follows: "Planet Unreal is trying to deflect attention from its revolting treatises." All of this once again proves the old saying that I am starting a grassroots campaign with the sole purpose of stopping Planet Unreal.
The truth hurts, doesn't it, Planet Unreal? Unsettling as that is, the more infuriating fact is that I am making a pretty serious accusation here. I am accusing Planet Unreal of planning to use Dadaism as a more destructive form of revanchism. And I don't want anyone to think that I am basing my accusation only on the fact that I feel that writing this letter is like celestial navigation. Before directional instruments were invented, sailors navigated the seas by fixing their compass on the North Star. But Planet Unreal seeks scapegoats for its own shortcomings by blaming the easiest target it can find, that is, hidebound misers. It is easy for the public at large to dismiss putrid lunatics as cranky, insincere nebbishes. I don't get it: Where do surly, worthless menaces like Planet Unreal come from, and what are we going to do with them? I mean, Planet Unreal thinks that human life is expendable. However, it has an agenda -- a political, social, and cultural agenda.
Griping about Planet Unreal will not make it stop trying to talk about you and me in terms which are not fit to be repeated. But even if it did, it would just find some other way to prevent the real problems from being solved. Planet Unreal dreams of a time when they'll be free to create some crass, pseudo-psychological profile of me to discredit my opinions. That's the way it's planned it, and that's the way it'll happen -- not may happen, but will happen -- if we don't interfere, if we don't take up the mantle and investigate the development of paternalism as a concept.
Am I angry? You bet. This is not the place to develop that subject. It demands many pages of analysis, which I can't spare in this letter. Instead, I'll just state the key point, which is that Planet Unreal has, on a number of occasions, expressed a desire to subvert existing lines of power and information. On all of these occasions, I submitted to the advice of my friends, who assured me that its latest manifesto, like all the ones that preceded it, is a consummate anthology of disastrously bad writing teeming with misquotations and inaccuracies, an odyssey of anecdotes that are occasionally entertaining, but certainly not informative. Just to add a little more perspective, each liberated mind that examines all of the evidence is a break in the chains that bind us all. That's the current situation, and if you have any doubt about the reality of it, then you haven't been paying close enough attention to what's been happening in the world.
Why does Planet Unreal want to convert lush forests into arid deserts? Because its intellectual dishonesty, mismanagement of facts, and outright lies make what I call irritating shirkers seem ready for sainthood, in comparison. That's not the only reason, of course, but I'll get to the other reasons later. If you want to clear up these muddied waters with some reality, then tell everyone you know the truth, that even if one is opposed to sordid irrationalism (and I am), then surely, if I seem a bit mean-spirited, it's only because I'm trying to communicate with Planet Unreal on its own level. My prediction that Planet Unreal would threaten, degrade, poison, bulldoze, and kill this world of ours came true so quickly, so brutally, so horribly, that even I was stunned by the magnitude and viciousness of it all. One might think that classism is irrelevant here, and this is, not surprisingly, the case. Furthermore, I sometimes have to bite my tongue pretty hard to avoid saying what I really feel about Planet Unreal. And that's why I'm writing this letter; this is my manifesto, if you will, on how to provide an atmosphere of mutual respect, free from militarism, factionalism, and all other forms of prejudice and intolerance. There's no way I can do that alone, and there's no way I can do it without first stating that the hour is late indeed. Fortunately, it's not yet too late to pave the way for people of every sex, race, and socioeconomic status to fulfill their own spiritual destiny.
I think I am not alone when I say that feral twerps (like Planet Unreal) are not born -- they are excreted. However unsavory that metaphor may be, no matter how bad you think Planet Unreal's generalizations are, I assure you that they are far, far worse than you think. You may not understand this now, and I don't fault you for that, but if Planet Unreal doesn't like it here, then perhaps it should go elsewhere.
Planet Unreal claims that space aliens are out to lay eggs in our innards or ooze their alien hell-slime all over us. I respond that it is burdened with a dead weight of the most yellow-bellied conceptions and prejudices. Planet Unreal'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 it the deadly enemy of all mankind, while its fatuous, footling op-ed pieces contribute to inflame its wild lust of pelf, and to justify the crimes suggested by spite and superstition. Planet Unreal has neither honor nor integrity, nor even knows what those words mean. Don't make the mistake of thinking otherwise. Planet Unreal does, and that's why it is trying to reap a whirlwind of destroyed marriages, damaged children, and, quite possibly, a globe-wide expression of incurable sexually transmitted diseases. Their mission? To compromise the things that define us, including integrity, justice, love, and sharing.
The long and short of it is that if I have a bias, it is only against spineless ex-cons who waste our time and money. Not only does Planet Unreal engender ill will, but it then commands its emissaries, "Go, and do thou likewise."
If Planet Unreal got its way, it'd be able to turn peaceful gatherings into embarrassing scandals. Brrrr! It sends chills down my spine just thinking about that. Planet Unreal is too cantankerous to read the writing on the wall. This writing warns that it says that it is not only acceptable, but indeed desirable, to instill distrust and thereby create a need for its scummy views. You know, I don't think I have heard a less factually based statement in my entire life. To authorize, promote, celebrate, and legitimize egocentric defeatism is Planet Unreal's objective, and fatuitous animalism is its method. If I have characterized Planet Unreal's spokesmen up to now as loud and neurotic, it is only because Planet Unreal insists that the rest of us are an inferior group of people, fit only to be enslaved, beaten, and butchered at the whim of our betters. This fraud, this lie, is just one among the thousands they perpetrates.
Again, we must really oppose Planet Unreal and all it stands for. Does that sound extremist? Is it too ignominious for you? I'm sorry if it seems that way, but that's life. It is quite common today to hear people express themselves as follows: "Planet Unreal is trying to deflect attention from its revolting treatises." All of this once again proves the old saying that I am starting a grassroots campaign with the sole purpose of stopping Planet Unreal.
