Evilness!19:39 Apr 17 2011
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So I checked out Sulks' journal and found that link that she had gotten from Bloodmother's journal. Yes I know this may be a chain but you might think this one about me is fitting. :P
This letter may be a bit overwhelming for those people who are still soundly asleep in a world of make-believe and television and who don't want to hear how Miss Rose is eating our lunch. To begin with, Rose's clumsy, homicidal politics leave the current power structure untouched while simultaneously killing countless children through starvation and disease. Are these children her enemies? I could give you the answer now, but it would be more productive for me first to inform you that difficult times lie ahead. Fortunately, we have the capacity to circumvent much of the impending misery by working together to hinder the power of ruthless varmints like Rose.
Rose has been known to "prove" statistically that she is a master of precognition, psychokinesis, remote viewing, and other undeveloped human capabilities. As you might have suspected, her proof is flawed. The primary problem with it is that it replaces a legitimate claim of association with an illegitimate claim of causality. Consequently, Rose's "proof" demonstrates only that she wants to prohibit any discussion of her attempts to focus too much on one side of the equation and not enough on the broader perspective of things. While it is clear why she wants that to be a taboo subject, Rose gets a lot of perks from the system. True to form, she ceaselessly moves the goalposts to prevent others from benefiting from the same perks. This suggests that we must remove our chains and move towards the light. (In case you didn't understand that analogy, the chains symbolize Rose's incompetent, brutal crotchets, and the light represents the goal of getting all of us to resolve our disputes without violence.)
It's not necessarily difficult to bring meaning, direction, and purpose into our lives. We can begin simply by making some changes here. See? I told you it wasn't necessarily difficult. We just need to remember that my current plan is to launch an all-out ideological attack against the forces of exhibitionism. Yes, she will draw upon the most powerful fires of Hell to tear that plan asunder, but she has long wanted to prevent anyone from stating publicly that it would be a work of supererogation to detail the specific steps and objectives needed to thwart her unpleasant, duplicitous schemes at a time when every week there transpires news of licentious so-called experts following Rose's orders to hasten the destruction of our civilization. Why do I bring that up? Because by studying her repression of ideas in its extreme, unambiguous form one may more clearly understand why I will never give up. I will never stop trying. And I will use every avenue possible to free people from the spell of communism that she has cast over them.
The basal lie that underlies all of Rose's cuckoo memoranda is that her barbs are our final line of defense against tyrrany. Translation: Cell-phone towers are in fact covert mind-control devices that use scalar waves to beam images into people's brains while they sleep. I doubt you need any help from me to identify the supreme idiocy of those views, but you should nevertheless be aware that if Rose believes that she can walk on water, then it's obvious why she thinks that the worst sorts of prolix sewer rats I've ever seen have dramatically lower incidences of cancer, heart attacks, heart disease, and many other illnesses than the rest of us.
Every time Rose gets caught trying to siphon off scarce international capital intended for underdeveloped countries, she promises she'll never do so again. Subsequently, her cultists always jump in and explain that she really shouldn't be blamed even if she does because, as they think, she can succeed without trying. Last I checked, she's a larcenous maggot. I'm being super-extra nice when I say that. If I weren't so polite I instead would have stated that in a vain effort to exculpate herself, Rose has been proclaiming to the world that she has done no wrong. Rather, it was her cronies who have been demonizing my family and friends. I suppose the next thing she'll have us believe is that the only way to expand one's mind is with drugs—or maybe even chocolate. I suppose it's predictable, though terribly sad, that contumacious fugitives with stronger voices than minds would revert to conscienceless behavior. But I intend to transform our culture of war and violence into a culture of peace and nonviolence. That's the path that I have chosen. It's undoubtedly not an easy path, but then again, Rose likes to seem smarter than she really is. It therefore always amuses me whenever she cracks open a thesaurus, aims for intellectualism, misses, and lands squarely in a puddle of termagant frippery.
The underlying reasons and causes for Rose's pugnacious circulars must be defined, examined, and resolved, or they'll never cease. I will now cite the proof of that statement. The proof begins with the observation that Rose is not as foul-mouthed or acrimonious as you might think. She's more so. Her gofers 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 Rose, and meeting some other predaceous, bilious sensualists is merely a social event. They're not even aware that if Rose honestly believes that some of my points are not valid, I would love to get some specific feedback from her.
So who's crazy? I, or all the odious cheapjacks who assert that honor counts for nothing? Before you answer, let me point out that people used to think I was exaggerating whenever I said that Rose is capable of monstrous effrontery and infamous misrepresentation. After seeing Rose gum up what were once great ideas these same people now realize that I wasn't exaggerating at all. In fact, they even realize that I'm not writing this letter for your entertainment. I'm not even writing it for your education. I'm writing it for our very survival.
To bring revisionism to this country in the name of anti-revisionism has never been something that I wanted to do. Never. If I had to choose between chopping onions and helping Rose teach the next generation how to hate—and whom to hate—I'd be in the kitchen in an instant. Although both alternatives make me cry, the deciding factor for me is that I, for one, unequivocally insist that history has proven beyond any doubt that it is no exaggeration to say that there's a daffy lunatic born every minute. My views, of course, are not the issue here. The issue is that when I first became aware of her covert invasion into our thought processes, all I could think was how those of us who are too lazy or disinterested to burn away social illness, exploitation, and human suffering have no right to complain when she and her winged monkeys preach fear and ignorance.
Rose's excuses are more than just treasonous. They're a revolt against nature. There are lawsuits in Rose's future. With this central point cleared up, the rest of her arguments are rendered moot, as we should solve the problems of insurrectionism, cannibalism, economic inequality, and lack of equal opportunity. (Goodness knows, our elected officials aren't going to.) I repeat: I am totally shocked and angered by Rose's detestable, inerudite improprieties. Such shameful conduct should never be repeated.
With Rose so forcefully diminishing our will to live, things are starting to come to a head. That's why we must compile readers' remarks and suggestions and use them to send her programs of Gleichschaltung into the dustbin where they belong. She should just exercise some common sense and some common decency. This is equivalent to saying that she consumes, infests, and destroys. Rose lives off the death and destruction of others. For that reason alone we need to make pretentiousness unfashionable. With this letter, I hope I have made my views crystal-clear: A substantial fraction of Miss Rose's fans and—if the polls are to be believed—a large number of possession-obsessed, complacent brownshirts actually believe that two wrongs make a right.
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