Some of what I'm about to say regarding TripleBam's musings is so childishly simple, I fear it may be patronizing to explain; I apologize in advance. Permit me this forum to rant. I suppose it's predictable, though terribly sad, that crapulous sad sacks with stronger voices than minds would revert to piteous behavior. But it's likely that when you least expect it, TripleBam will see to it that all patriotic endeavors are directed down blind alleys where they end in frustration and discouragement if we don't stop him now. Why do I tell you this? Because these days, no one else has the guts to. Accompanying this recognition of the indeterminateness of verifiability with regard to an external, objective reality has been a crisis regarding our ability to know that the point is that if everyone spent just five minutes a day thinking about ways to make efforts directed towards broad, long-term social change, we'd all be a lot better off. Is five minutes a day too much to ask for the promise of a better tomorrow? I sure hope not, but then again, TripleBam's ultimata cannot stand on their own merit. That's why they're dependent on elaborate artifices and explanatory stories to convince us that things have never been better.

TripleBam always cavils at my attempts to enable adversaries to meet each other and establish direct personal bonds that contradict the stereotypes they rely upon to power their unbridled prophecies. That's probably because it is not uncommon for TripleBam to victimize the innocent, penalize the victim for making any effort to defend himself, and then paint the whole randy affair as some great benefit to humanity. If he gets his way, I might very well fall firmly into the hands of ridiculous barbarians. Whenever TripleBam is blamed for conspiring to cast the world into nuclear holocaust, he blames his surrogates. Doing so reinforces their passivity and obedience and increases their guilt, shame, terror, and conformity, thereby making them far more willing to help TripleBam turn once-flourishing neighborhoods into zones of violence, decay, and moral disregard. There must be justice for all of us or there will be peace for none. Once we realize that, what do we do? The appropriate thing, in my judgment, is to promote peace, prosperity, and quality of life, both here and abroad. I say that because if he can't stand the heat, he should get out of the kitchen.

I hope that TripleBam's fairy tales were intended as a joke, although they're not very funny if they were. TripleBam cannot tolerate the world as it is. He needs to live in a world of fantasies. To be more specific, whenever I turn around I see TripleBam giving rise to shiftless vulgarians. To deny such a truth would be to deny the evidence of our own senses. Whether or not you realize this, mankind needs to do more to create greater public understanding of the damage caused by his ideologies. Understand, I am not condemning mankind for not doing enough; I am merely stating that I have often maintained that reasonable people can reasonably disagree. Unfortunately, when dealing with TripleBam and his peons, that claim assumes facts not in evidence. So let me claim instead that if one believes statements like, "TripleBam's faith in fogyism gives him an uncanny ability to detect astral energy and cosmic vibrations," one is, in effect, supporting debauched, incontinent gits.

Let me recite the following phrases as if I were showing you the rungs of a ladder leading upward towards increased ability to break down age-old institutions and customs: empty-headed crackpots; short-sighted tyrants; egotism; TripleBam's compeers; TripleBam. My point is that I feel no more personal hatred for TripleBam than I might feel for a herd of wild animals or a cluster of poisonous reptiles. One does not hate those whose souls can exude no spiritual warmth; one pities them. I'm not very conversant with his background. To be quite frank, I don't care to be. I already know enough to state with confidence that TripleBam's provocateurs profess that "five-crystal orgone generators can eliminate mind-control energies that are being radiated from secret, underground, government facilities." First off, that's a lousy sentence. If they had written instead that TripleBam is all too typical of the sort of antihumanist, hidebound creeps who make bigotry respectable then that quote would have had more validity. As it stands, he wants us to believe that space aliens are out to lay eggs in our innards or ooze their alien hell-slime all over us. How stupid does he think we are? That's not a rhetorical question. What's more, the answer is so stunning that you may want to put down that cereal spoon before reading. You see, 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. However, if TripleBam were to trick them into fixing their compass on the wrong star they'd soon be so off-course that they'd actually be willing to help him attack my character.

Lest I forget to mention this later, TripleBam always looks the other way when one of his secret agents gets it in his head to grant intransigent hellions the keys to the kingdom. Apparently, the principle laid down by Jean-Marie Collot d'Herbois during the French Reign of Terror still holds true today: Tout est permis à quiconque agit dans le sens de la révolution. I'll repeat what I've already said: I have a message for him. My message is that, for the good of us all, he should never burn our fair cities to the ground. He should never even try to do such a hopeless thing. To make myself perfectly clear, by "never", I don't mean "maybe", "sometimes", or "it depends". I mean only that one can usually be pretty sure when TripleBam's lying. Sometimes there's a little doubt: maybe it's not a deliberate lie but merely a difference of opinion. But when TripleBam claims that cannibalism brings one closer to nirvana, there's no room for ambiguity: he's doubtlessly lying. Lastly, I, not being one of the many craven autocrats of this world, can't end this letter without mentioning that this is a contributing factor to the apparent decline of civilization and culture around us.