In all my letters, I try harder than anything else to make myself clear. I try to state things as simply and unambiguously as I can because I find that that's the best way to convince my readers that it has long been my opinion—and I have never shrunk from its expression—that huffy, naive kooks suffer from a collective self-image that prefers victimization to success and imposes a suffocating group conformity that ostracizes nonconformists. Those readers of brittle disposition might do well to await a ride on the next emotionally indulgent transport; this one is scheduled nonstop over rocky roads. As soon as you're strapped in I'll announce something to the effect of how Drakhen's analects should be labeled like a pack of cigarettes. I'm thinking of something along the lines of, "Warning: It has been determined that Drakhen's morals are intended to subjugate persons of culture, refinement, and learning to filthy cads." Someone just showed me a memo supposedly written by Drakhen. The memo spells out his plans to evade responsibility. If this memo is authentic, it tells us that Drakhen used to complain about being persecuted. Now he is our primary persecutor. This reversal of roles reminds me that our path is set. By this, I mean that in order to establish clear, justifiable definitions of sadism and solipsism so that you can defend a decision to take action when Drakhen's lickspittles add insult to injury, we must lift the fog from his thinking. I consider that requirement a small price to pay because you may be worried that Drakhen will make conditions far worse than could ever have been the case without his grungy efforts by the end of the decade. If so, then I share your misgivings. But let's not worry about that now. Instead, let's discuss my observation that if we let Drakhen scar little children's self-image, all we'll have to look forward to in the future is a public realm devoid of culture and a narrow and routinized professional life untouched by the highest creations of civilization.

For one thing, Drakhen is a liar—a conscious, deliberate, bald-faced, shameless liar. But more importantly, Drakhen contends that the Queen of England heads up the international drug cartel. What planet is he from? The planet Anal-retentive? That is, why does Drakhen have to be such a party pooper? Many people consider that question irrelevant on the grounds that if you're interested in the finagling, double-dealing, chicanery, cheating, cajolery, cunning, rascality, and abject villainy by which Drakhen may subvert time-tested societal norms in a matter of days, then you'll want to consider the following very carefully. You'll especially want to consider that 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 many people think of Drakhen's treacherous scribblings as a joke, as something only half-serious. In fact, they're deadly serious. They're the tool by which raffish converts to clericalism will condemn innocent people to death before you know it. A second all-too-serious item is that Drakhen claims to have turned over a new leaf shortly after getting caught trying to preach a propaganda of hate. This claim is an outright lie that is still being circulated by Drakhen's flunkies. The truth is that my love for people necessitates that I embark on a new path towards change. Yes, I face opposition from Drakhen. However, this is not a reason to quit but to strive harder.

Drakhen maintains that either he is the most recent incarnation of the Buddha or that the moon is made of green cheese. Drakhen denies any other possibility. He has never tried to stop puerile fiends who advocate fatalistic acceptance of a bloodthirsty new world order. In fact, quite the opposite is true: Drakhen encourages that sort of behavior. When he says that the ideas of "freedom" and "statism" are Siamese twins, that's just a load of spucatum tauri.

Doesn't it strike you as odd that Drakhen is a loose cannon? He insists that he understands the difference between civilization and savagery. How can he be so blind? Very easily. Basically, Drakhen would have us believe that genocide, slavery, racism, and the systematic oppression, degradation, and exploitation of most of the world's people are all completely justified. Not surprisingly, his evidence for that absolutely perfidious claim is top-heavy with anonymous sources and, to put it mildly, he has a checkered track record for accuracy. I feel it would be more accurate for Drakhen to say that I have never read anything he has written that I would consider wise, logical, pertinent, reasonable, or scientific. Drakhen's statement that he does the things he does "for the children" is no exception. What's more, his prolix précis are in full flower and their poisonous petals of interdenominationalism are blooming all around us.

Pardon my saying so, but Drakhen wants to use paid informants and provocateurs to introduce disease, ignorance, squalor, idleness, and want into affluent neighborhoods. What's wrong with that? What's wrong is Drakhen's gossamer grasp of reality. His sermons are so shiftless that they are easily taken up and assimilated by dissolute apostates, whose intellectual level corresponds to the material offered. Now that that's cleared up, I'll continue with what I was saying before, that if you've read this far then you probably either agree with me or are on the way to agreeing with me. While there's no use crying over spilled milk, there are some tendentious Philistines who are unbridled. There are also some who are mischievous. Which category does Drakhen fall into? If the question overwhelms you, I suggest you check "both". To end on a more positive note: Drakhen needs to internalize the external truth that the quest to coordinate a revolution is the true inner kernel of his philosophy, insofar as this figment of an unscrupulous brain can be designated a "philosophy".

The following letter is inspired by a quote from Thomas Paine: "He who dares not offend cannot be honest." Let me start by stressing that I am not attempting to suppress anyone's opinions, nor do I intend to demean Hax.sam.hall personally for his beliefs or worldviews. But I do assert that I must call for proper disciplinary action against Hax.sam.hall and his zealots. He supports a wide variety of histrionics. Some are stentorian; others are lewd. A few openly support sexism. Whatever should be true of statutory and often ephemeral enactments in human jurisprudence, the fact remains that if we let him sell otherwise perfectly reasonable people the idée fixe that the media should "create" news rather than report it, all we'll have to look forward to in the future is a public realm devoid of culture and a narrow and routinized professional life untouched by the highest creations of civilization. Every so often you'll see Hax.sam.hall lament, flog himself, cry mea culpa for turning polemics loose against us good citizens, and vow never again to be so mealymouthed. Sadly, he always reverts to his old behavior immediately afterwards, making me think that he is doing the very thing for which he criticizes others. Now that's a strong conclusion to draw just from the evidence I've presented in this letter so let me corroborate it by saying that Hax.sam.hall says that women are spare parts in the social repertoire—mere optional extras. That's his unvarying story, and it's a lie: an extremely uncontrollable and insane lie. Unfortunately, it's a lie that is accepted unquestioningly, uncritically, by Hax.sam.hall's collaborators.

Let me recite the following phrases as if I were showing you the rungs of a ladder leading upward towards increased ability to hijack the word "theologicohistorical" and use it to keep essential documents hidden from the public until they become politically moot: manipulative lackwits; impertinent present-day robber barons; gnosticism; Hax.sam.hall's companions; Hax.sam.hall. My point is that for the nonce, Hax.sam.hall is content to make a fetish of the virtues of detestable, tyrannical prætorianism. But quicker than you can double-check the spelling of "interdifferentiation", he will threaten national security. He has announced his intentions to make mountains out of molehills. While doing so may earn Hax.sam.hall a gold star from the mush-for-brains larrikinism crowd, if they could speak, the birds, snakes, and other creatures who are our Earth brothers and Earth sisters would doubtlessly say that no matter how bad you think his dissertations are, I assure you that they are far, far worse than you think.

Hax.sam.hall's victims have been speaking out for years. Unfortunately, their voices have long been silenced by the roar and thunder of Hax.sam.hall's serfs, who loudly proclaim that everyone with a different set of beliefs from Hax.sam.hall's is going to get a one-way ticket to Hell. Regardless of those foolhardy proclamations, the truth is that I didn't want to talk about this. I really didn't. But he truly believes that his outbursts provide a liberating insight into life, the universe, and everything. It is just such blockish megalomania, petulant, headlong egoism, and intellectual aberrancy that stirs Hax.sam.hall to siphon off scarce international capital intended for underdeveloped countries.

Sometimes it seems merciless, filthy cutthroats are like a farmer who, in the spring, would work the ground, plant seeds, fertilize, and cultivate the ground for a period of time. And then, perhaps, he decides to go off to Hawaii and have a good time and forget the reason he planted the crop in the first place. Well, a farmer wouldn't do that. But Hax.sam.hall would seize control over where we eat, sleep, socialize, and associate with others if he got the chance. He has a talent for inventing fantasy worlds in which imperious Luddites are easily housebroken. Then again, just because Hax.sam.hall is a prolific fantasist doesn't mean that we have no reason to be fearful about the criminally violent trends in our society today and over the past ten to fifteen years.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Hax.sam.hall believes that he can use terms of opprobrium such as "brutish flibbertigibbets" and "ethically bankrupt, conceited snobs" to castigate whomever he opposes and get away with it. Unfortunately, as long as he believes such absurdities, he will continue to commit atrocities. He plants false evidence to incriminate his adversaries. Let me try to explain what I mean by that in a single sentence: If you think you can escape from his perverted ebullitions, then good-bye and good luck. To the rest of you I suggest that it would be great if we could tell Hax.sam.hall where he can stick it. Still, if we take a step, just a step, towards addressing the issue of gangsterism, then maybe we can open people's eyes (including our own) to a vision of how to maximize our individual potential for effectiveness and success in combatting Hax.sam.hall. I was, however, going to forget about the whole thing when it suddenly occurred to me that I plan to hold out the prospect of societal peace, prosperity, and a return to sane values and certainties. Are you with me—or against me? Whatever you decide, Hax.sam.hall needs to stop living in denial. He needs to wake up and realize that he's like the man behind the curtain in the Wizard of Oz. Pull back the curtain of materialism and you'll see an abominable nobody hiding behind it, furiously pulling the levers of racism in a peremptory, cocky attempt to give morally questionable, tasteless worrywarts far more credibility than they deserve. That sort of discovery should make any sane person realize that Hax.sam.hall is careless with data, makes all sorts of causal interpretations of things without any real justification, has a way of combining disparate ideas that don't seem to hang together, seems to show a sort of pride in his own biases, gets into all sorts of snarky speculation, and then makes no effort to test out his speculations—and that's just the short list! Finally, any one of the points I made in this letter could be turned into a complete research paper, but the conclusion of each would be the same: Hax.sam.hall's sound bites epitomize our most putrid, tendentious instincts.

encore

Off our medications are we?

ooo ooo do me next. I want a rant about me :). About how I kick puppies or poo in drinking water or something.

I can't believe I actually read all 3 posts. Truly, if God could post his thoughts on this forum, these letters would be pretty damn close to how they would look: to the point albeit filtered with clever observational referencing, precise like a knife's point, and jaw-dropping in length as like the infinite void of space and time -- unparallel to any other letter conceivable in this day and age. Kudos, Frostbite. Somehow I've learned something valuble here that I'll be stumped about for the next 12 hours, leading up to insomnia and a bad taste in my mouth like I just committed to worst acts possible; reflexively wondering if I'll someday -- just maybe -- break out into a beserk rage simply from knowledge of sin and sin in society (a puritans' day off). I can't contemplate these things so thoroughly though -- I'll go mad from the simple realization that corruption is conexistant within the homo sapient mind. The mind that is easy to manipulate and easy to distort unless guided or prevelant of meaningful knowledge. Like plucking the weeds out of your front lawn to create that perfect green sea of chlorophyll, only to see a few more weeds pop up as if they were mocking your every attempt at purity.

I'm so off point and zoning out....

Good read. Too powerful for my little mind to comprehend without creating another similar letter, though.

It may sound like the kind of bogus claim made on late-night infomercials, but trust me when I say it's true: Mr. 12 wants his cowardice and irresponsibility to be regarded as prudence. Let me preface my discussion by quickly reasserting a familiar theme of my previous letters: 12's ventures are based on a technique I'm sure you've heard of. It's called "lying". Frankly, he has, on a number of occasions, expressed a desire to shatter other people's lives and dreams. On all of these occasions, I submitted to the advice of my friends, who assured me that his criticisms of my letters have never successfully disproved a single fact I ever presented. Instead, 12's criticisms are based solely on his emotions and gut reactions. Well, I refuse to get caught up in his "I think … I believe … I feel" game.

Let's consider for a moment, though, that maybe 12's tirades bespeak a spiritual crassness, a materialistic and short-sighted stupidity that will alter laws, language, and customs in the service of regulating social relations in a lustrum or two. Then doesn't it follow that 12's spokesmen have cooperated closely with whiney so-called experts on several projects? One thing is certain: We see the same kind of phenomenon—less obvious, perhaps, but distinctly perceptible—in almost all areas of activity in which 12 chooses to participate, so to speak. It will not be easy to bring fresh leadership and even-handed tolerance to the present controversy. Nevertheless, we must attempt to do exactly that for the overriding reason that anyone who denies this and insists on looking at issues from a single perspective is a participant in a flat, simplistic, and incomplete world. The mere mention of that fact guarantees that this letter will never get published in any mass-circulation periodical that 12 has any control over. But that's inconsequential because I will stop at nothing to condemn—without hesitation, without remorse—all those who encourage a deadly acceptance of intolerance. My resolve cannot fully be articulated but it is unyielding. As evidence, consider that 12 not only lies but he brags about his lying to his zealots.

When I first encountered 12's tricks, all I could think of was, "12 rather grandiloquently refers to me and everyone else he dislikes as a larcenous, uncompanionable goof-off." If I understand his modes of thought correctly, then his yes-men claim to have no choice but to turn back the clock and repeal all the civil rights and anti-discrimination legislation now on the books. I wish there were some way to help these miserable, parasitic Neanderthals. They are outcasts, lost in a world they didn't make and don't understand.

12 has been trying to raise funds for scientific studies that "prove" that he is a bearer and agent of the Creator's purpose. This is what's called "advocacy research" or "junk science" because it's funded by fatuous peddlers of snake-oil remedies who have already decided that 12's faith in barbarism gives him an uncanny ability to detect astral energy and cosmic vibrations. I won't mince my words: He uses the very intellectual tools he criticizes, namely consequentialist arguments rather than arguments about truth or falsity. 12's a financial predator who preys on the elderly, the gullible, and the vulnerable. He seeks their assets to support his own lavish lifestyle. Keep that in mind while I state the following: It is immature and stupid of 12 to pamper obtrusive, selfish lugs. It would be mature and intelligent, however, to get the 12 monkey off our backs and off other people's backs as well, and that's why I say that his "I'm right and you're wrong" attitude is brusque because it leaves no room for compromise.

There can be no doubt that I have a hard time trying to reason with people who remain calm when they see 12 cause people to betray one another and hate one another. One of his most loyal janissaries is known to have remarked, "Worthless deadheads are more deserving of honor than our nation's war heroes." And there you have it: a direct quote from a primary source. The significance of that quote is that 12 would have us believe that he is as innocent as a newborn lamb. Yeah, right. And I also suppose that there is something intellectually provocative in the tired rehashing of ugly stereotypes? The fact of the matter is that he wants us to feel sorry for the sanctimonious scum who cause riots in the streets. I feel we should instead feel sorry for their victims, all of whom know full well that 12's wisecracks will definitely lead to decay, to dissolution, to chaos, and to ruin—and 12 knows it. Anyway, that's it for this letter. Let Mr. 12 read it and weep.

In this letter, I'm not going to argue that by now, we are all more than familiar with Mr. Frost Bite's hectoring, appalling protests. Nor am I going to argue that he lusts for a world in which uncouth hoodlums fleece us. I'm not going to argue those factors because they're irrelevant. Instead, I will say only that his writings are a treasure trove of ad hominem attacks, ugly accusations, and biased reporting from an immature, manipulative point of view. I realize that some of you may not know the particular background details of the events I'm referring to. I'm not going to go into those details here, but you can read up on them elsewhere. Although Frost would like us to believe that his way of life is correct and everyone else's isn't, he has given us neither good reason nor credible evidence to believe that. His scare tactics, on the other hand, give us good reason to believe that if he believes that he has been robbed of all he does not possess, then it's obvious why he thinks that honor counts for nothing.

Yet there's more to it than that. My next point of order is that anyone who hasn't been living in a cave with his eyes shut and his ears plugged knows that I have no idea why Frost makes such a big fuss over Trotskyism. There are far more pressing issues that present themselves and that should be discussed, debated, and solved—issues such as war, famine, poverty, and homelessness. There is also the lesser issue that I must admit that I've read only a small fraction of Frost's writings. (As a well-known aphorism states, it is not necessary to eat all of an apple to learn that it is rotten.) Nevertheless, I've read enough of Frost's writings to know that if Frost can overawe and befuddle a sufficient number of prominent individuals then it will become virtually impossible for anyone to show principle, gumption, verve, and nerve.

I, speaking as someone who is not a callous desperado, challenge Frost to point out any text in this letter that proposes that it's inappropriate to teach children right from wrong. It isn't there. There's neither a hint nor a suggestion of such a thing. His publications are as predictable as sunrise. Whenever I instill a sense of responsibility and maturity in those who tear down all theoretical frameworks for addressing the issue, Frost's invariant response is to convince impressionable young people that an open party with unlimited access to alcohol can't possibly outgrow the host's ability to manage the crowd. I would like to close by saying that it is up to each of us to recall the ideals of compassion, nonviolence, community, and cooperation.