A Complaint Generator

So, I got a complaint generator. I found it quite funny. I found one for kurozael.

Although I have no criticism of Conna Wiles's apothegms, I have a few observations and comments to share. The full truth of my conclusion I shall develop in the course of this letter but the conclusion's general outline is that Conna undeniably believes that there won't be any blowback from his painting people of different races and cultures as wicked alien forces undermining the coherent national will. Unfortunately for him, that's all in his imagination. Conna needs to get out of that fictional world and get back to reality, where people can see that his thesis is that a knowledge of correct diction, even if unused, evinces a superiority that covers cowardice or stupidity. That's totally rebarbative, you say? Good; that means you're finally catching on. The next step is to observe that Conna's circulars should be labeled like a pack of cigarettes. I'm thinking of something along the lines of, ?Warning: It has been determined that Conna's manifestos are intended to apotheosize the most fork-tongued buggers you'll ever see.? I hope I haven't bored you by writing an entire letter about Conna Wiles. Still, this letter was the best way to explain to you that we should treat Conna's disdainful coven for what it is, a neurotic, selfish group of diversivolent fabricators.

The Complaint Generator

 

More like, you nicked this from the link that was posted in discussions lel

 

It is in the sincere hope of expressing our concerns about Cloud Sixteen's disruptive machinations that this letter is offered to an intelligent and discriminating public. Let me get to the crux of the matter: Cloud Sixteen appears to have found a new tool to use to help it yield this country to the forces of darkness, oppression, and tyranny. That tool is Pyrrhonism, and if you watch it wield it you'll undoubtedly see why an understanding of the damage that may be caused by its cruel inveracities isn't something I expect everyone to develop the first time they hear about it. That's why I write over and over again and from so many different angles about how Cloud Sixteen takes things out of context, twists them around, and then neglects to provide decent referencing so the reader can check up on it. It also ignores all of the evidence that doesn't support (or in many cases directly contradicts) its position. Cloud Sixteen is more than goofy. It's mega-goofy. In fact, to understand just how goofy Cloud Sixteen is, you first need to realize that it pretends to have the solution for everything. In reality, Cloud Sixteen creates more problems for the rest of us to solve. Consider, for example, how its hirelings have been running around recently trying to do away with intellectual honesty. Meanwhile, Cloud Sixteen has been preparing to hamstring our efforts to challenge it to defend its rejoinders or else to change them. The whole episode smacks of a carefully orchestrated operation. If you ask me, we can disagree with Cloud Sixteen without being disagreeable. For instance, I would like to politely disagree with some of its campaigns by pointing out that several things Cloud Sixteen has said have brought me to the boiling point. The statement of its that made the strongest impression on me, however, was something to the effect of how people prefer ?cultural integrity? and ?multicultural sensitivity? to health, food, safety, and the opportunity to choose their own course through life.

In this land which has befriended furacious demagogues, Cloud Sixteen has conspired, plotted, undermined, prostituted, and corrupted, and?hiding to this hour behind the braver screen of craven wimps?dares to contrive and scheme the death of every principle that has protected it. For years I've been warning people that Cloud Sixteen plans to foster and intensify its drug-drenched drama of immorality. However, that's not my entire message; it's only a part of it. I also want you to know that I want to live my life as I see fit. I can't do that while Cloud Sixteen still has the ability to present a false image to the world by hiding unpleasant but vitally important realities about its grievances.

To borrow the immortal words of a certain, well-known authority figure, ?Cloud Sixteen dances to the tune of vilipensive authoritarianism.? Cloud Sixteen likes saying that it should pit race against race, religion against religion, and country against country because ?it's the right thing to do?. Okay, that's a parody?but not a very gross one. In point of fact, Cloud Sixteen is locked into its present course of destruction. It does not have the interest or the will to change its fundamentally immoral sentiments. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

 

In order to win a battle one must know who the real enemy is. Otherwise, one is shooting in the dark and often hitting those not the least bit responsible for the mayhem. In our current battle the real enemy is TheDogFather. For most of the facts I'm about to present, I have provided documentation and urge you to confirm these facts for yourself if you're skeptical. He may believe that he can lie with impunity. He may even have gotten away with telling more lies than we can count. But TheDogFather is a paragon of evil at its most wicked. Still, this is all light opera amid the shrill insanity of his nocuous disquisitions. The final thing I want to bring up in this letter is that I'll do what I can to upbraid TheDogFather for being so cantankerous, and each of you reading this letter should do the same. Let's be there for each other. Let's help each other. And let's put his prurient flimflams to the question.

This thing is just awesome.

 

My complaint to Gabe Newell:

While Gabe Newell needs no introduction, I do want to state that I certainly seek nothing but justice. Unless you share my view that we must burn the candle at both ends until we find a way to find the inner strength to throw off Gabe's yoke of zabernism, there's no need for you to hear me further. He gets a lot of perks from the system. True to form, Gabe ceaselessly moves the goalposts to prevent others from benefiting from the same perks. This suggests that his reasoning is circular and therefore invalid. In other words, he always begins an argument with his conclusion (e.g., that women are crazed Pavlovian sex-dogs who will salivate at any object even remotely phallic in shape) and therefore?not surprisingly?he always arrives at that very conclusion.

Despite total incompetence, Gabe is often afflicted with an amazing conceit that causes him to exclude all people and proposals that oppose his careless musings. All of the bad things that are currently going on are a symptom of his ethically bankrupt, niddering ventures. They are not a cause; they are an effect. His minions think that ?violence and prejudice are funny.? First off, that's a lousy sentence. If they had written instead that I, for one, don't care to waste my time listening to Gabe's effing and blinding about how I tamp down any doubts that he stands out as the king of Planet Overweening then that quote would have had more validity. As it stands, his idea of unsavory irreligionism is no political belief. It is a fierce and burning gospel of hatred and intolerance, of murder and destruction, and the unloosing of a disrespectful bloodlust. It is, in every literal sense, a Mohockism-prone and pagan religion that incites its worshippers to a cullionly frenzy and then prompts them to kill the messenger and control the message.

An interesting sidebar to what I just wrote is that Gabe contends that the few of us who complain regularly about his catch-phrases are simply spoiling the party and that, therefore, he has a duty to conceal the facts and lie to the rest of us, under oath if necessary, perjuring himself to help disseminate the True Faith of fogyism. This bizarre pattern of thinking leads to strange conclusions. For example, it convinces primitive wimps (as distinct from the ostentatious ne'er-do-wells who prefer to chirrup while hopping from cloud to cloud in Nephelococcygia) that it is not only acceptable but indeed desirable to supplant national heroes with distasteful, gloomy deviationists. In reality, contrariwise, I cannot too often emphasize the simple fact that we must coolly and objectively adopt the standpoint that there are references all over cyberspace to Gabe's turning back the clock and repealing all the civil rights and anti-discrimination legislation now on the books. To pretend otherwise is nothing but hypocrisy and unwillingness to face the more unpleasant realities of life.

One might conclude that Gabe has abandoned ethics altogether. Alternatively, one might conclude that Gabe lectures us about exhibitionism so often that he may soon become a major source of hearing loss. In either case, Gabe has had some success in robbing us of our lives, our health, our honor, and our belongings. I find that horrifying and frightening, but we all should have seen it coming. We all knew that Gabe insists that individual worth is defined by race, ethnicity, religion, or national origin. Has anyone, at any time, ever been more wrong? If you were to ask Gabe that question, he'd blather on about barbarism and pessimism in some sort of crapulous attempt to confuse and bewilder his listeners and thereby avoid ever actually answering the question. It seems ironic that he advertises his strict morality solely to shift attention away from his many vices, given that he would have us believe that his inclinations are the carriers of civilization and that without them history is silent, literature is dumb, science is crippled, and thought and speculation are at a standstill. The reality, in contrast, is that throughout history, there has been a clash between those who wish to analyze Gabe's positions in the manner of sociological studies of mass communication and persuasion and those who wish to provide reckless scandalmongers with an irresistible temptation to substitute breast-beating and schwarmerei for action and honest debate. Naturally, Gabe belongs to the latter category.

Knowledge is the key that unlocks the shackles of bondage. That's why it's important for you to know that Gabe is interpersonally exploitative. That is, he takes advantage of others to achieve his own puerile ends. Why does he do that? That is, how can he wipe out delicate ecosystems and then turn around and shed tears for those who got hurt as a result? I can give you only my best estimate, made after long and anxious consideration, but I do not pose as an expert in these matters. I can say only that on the issue of philistinism, he is wrong again. Sure, Gabe is leading us down a slippery slope of economic strife, social turmoil, cultural chaos, and contumelious warlordism. But his desire to cause (or at least contribute to) a variety of social ills is the chief sign that he's a beggarly hermit. (The second sign is that Gabe feels obliged to turn brownshirts loose against us good citizens.) All of this once again proves the old saying that Gabe Newell's convictions are saturated with the untoward, maladroit rhetoric that will undoubtedly drag men out of their beds in the dead of night and castrate them.

 

this thread hurts me

 

I've got a bone to pick with Conna Wiles. As you read this letter, bear in mind that there are many points of general dissatisfaction and dispute that should not, on any account, be overlooked in the discussion of the subjects here presented. One of these is that Conna has compiled an impressive list of grievances against me. Not only are all of these grievances completely fictitious, but what I have been writing up to this point is not what I initially intended to write in this letter. Instead, I decided it would be far more productive to tell you that Conna recently got caught red-handed trying to scatter about in profusion an abundance of pro-Conna deeds. Well, surprise, surprise, surprise, as Gomer Pyle would say.

Conna has been going around saying that recidivism is a sine qua non for mankind's happiness. That's a bit of a furphy. The truth is that Conna accuses me of being obstreperous whenever I state that someone ought to ask him point-blank why he sees us merely as consumers in a market of undifferentiated possibilities, where choice itself becomes the good, novelty usurps beauty, and subjective experience displaces truth. All right, I'll admit that I have a sharp tongue and sometimes write with a bit of a poison pen, but the fact remains that Conna's put-downs are not an abstract problem. They have very concrete, immediate, and unpleasant consequences. For instance, Conna's gofers are tools. Like a hammer or an axe, they are not inherently evil or destructive. The evil is in the force that manipulates them and uses them for destructive purposes. That evil is Conna Wiles, who wants nothing less than to have a serious destabilizing effect on our institutions.

Next time, Conna, you may want to check your facts correctly. He is indubitably up to something. I don't know exactly what, but Conna asserts that women are spare parts in the social repertoire?mere optional extras. That assertion is not only untrue but a conscious lie. To believe that his bons mots enhance performance standards, productivity, and competitiveness is to deceive ourselves.

Let's treat this like the complicated matter that it is, one in which even people writing in good faith can sometimes make mistakes. As such, it is worth mentioning that there are two related questions in this matter. The first is to what extent Conna has tried to exploit public sympathy in order to bolster support for his blinkered rodomontades. The other is whether or not an armed revolt against Conna is morally justified. However, I assert that it is not yet strategically justified. There's an important difference between me and Conna. Namely, I am willing to die for my cause. Conna, in contrast, is willing to kill for his?or, if not to kill, at least to erase the memory of all traditions and all history.

I've already said this a thousand times and with a thousand different phrasings, but the first thing we need to do is to get Conna to admit that he has a problem. He should be counseled to recite the following:

I, Conna Wiles, am a contentious delinquent.
I have been a participant in a giant scheme to cultivate the purest breed of irresponsibility.
I hereby admit my addiction to antidisestablishmentarianism. I ask for the strength and wisdom to fight this addiction.
Once Conna realizes that he has a problem, maybe then he'll see that I've heard numerous complaints about his behavior. Many people I've talked to have complained that Conna comports himself like a filthy pig, heedless of all needs but his own. Among these needs the paramount one seems to be the need to stifle the voices of those who are simply seeking to be heard. This backs up my point that I am a law-and-order kind of person. I hate to see crimes go unpunished. That's why I obviously hope that Conna serves a long prison term for his illegal attempts to twist our entire societal valuation of love and relationships beyond all insanity.

Conna wants to deprive people of dignity and autonomy. Personally, I don't want that. Personally, I prefer freedom. If you also prefer freedom then you should be working with me to debate the efficacy of his vengeful ruderies.

Why does wowserism exist? What causes it? And how much is the axis of evil paying Conna to promote, foster, and institute expansionism? To understand the answers to those questions, you first have to realize that he not only lies but brags about his lying to his dupes. An old joke tells of the optimist who falls off a 60-story building and, as he whizzes past the 35th floor, exclaims, ?So far, so good!? But it is not such blind optimism that causes Conna's backers to think that they can unleash carnage and barbarity. When I hear him say that Stalinism is a viable and vital objective for our nation's educational institutions, I have to wonder about him. Is he totally sick-minded? Is he simply being loopy? Or is he merely embracing a delusion in which he must believe in order to continue believing in himself? People often ask me that question. It's a difficult question to answer, however, because the querist generally wants a simple, concise answer. He doesn't want to hear a long, drawn-out explanation about how one positive outcome of the Law of Unintended Consequences is that if we point the high-powered fire hose of truth at Conna's insecure imprecations to wash away their multiple layers of ageism then Conna won't be able to ?solve? all our problems by talking them to death. It is no more complicated than that.

We can quibble about many of the details but we can't quibble about the fundamental fact that we must outline Conna's troubling pattern of lying, incompetence, and carelessness. Let's start by informing people that of all of Conna's exaggerations and incorrect comparisons, one in particular stands out: ?The majority of lewd, intemperate pococurantes are heroes, if not saints.? I don't know where he came up with this, but his statement is dead wrong. A great many of us don't want Conna to undermine liberty in the name of liberty. Still, we feel a prodigious societal pressure to smile, to be nice, and not to object to his quasi-hostile cock-and-bull stories. I am hurt, furious, and embarrassed. Why am I hurt? Because he once tried convincing me that antinomianism is the key to world peace. Does he think I was born yesterday? I mean, it seems pretty obvious that I am reminded of the quote, ?His op-ed pieces violate the rational, enlightened claims of their own enunciatory modality.? This comment is not as shabby as it seems because I, for one, want to tell it like it is. That may seem simple enough, but Conna's warnings are destructive. They're morally destructive, socially destructive?even intellectually destructive. And, as if that weren't enough, Conna wants nothing less than to use every conceivable form of diplomacy, deception, pressure, coercion, bribery, treason, and terror to give expression to that which is most destructive and most harmful to society, hence his repeated, almost hypnotic, insistence on the importance of his intrusive surmises. Why am I furious? Because we must avoid the extremes of a pessimistic naturalism and an optimistic humanism by combining the truths of both. Only then can a society free of his costive agendas blossom forth from the roots of the past. And only then will people come to understand that the next time he decides to violate strongly held principles regarding deferral of current satisfaction for long-term gains, he should think to himself, cui bono??who benefits? And why am I embarrassed? Because most people would agree that it is singularly apt that Conna has, shall we say, questionable priorities. But once you've admitted that, you've admitted that his skills are generally used to exploit, abuse, and exert power. And it follows inexorably that, except in special cases, if five years ago I had described a person like Conna to you and told you that in five years he'd destroy the natural beauty of our parks and forests, you'd have thought me discourteous. You'd have laughed at me and told me it couldn't happen. So it is useful now to note that, first, it has happened and, second, to try to understand how it happened and how my cause is to deal with him appropriately. I call upon men and women from all walks of life to support my cause with their life-affirming eloquence and indomitable spirit of human decency and moral righteousness. Only then will the whole world realize that Conna has not yet been successful at promoting the undiplomatic subliminal psywar campaigns of flagitious carpers. Still, give him some time, and I'm sure he'll figure out how to do something at least that refractory, probably more so. In any event, Conna claims that society will benefit if he goes ahead with his plan to lead me down a path of pain and suffering. That's like pulling up a plant to see how the roots are doing. It also proves that Conna is oblivious to the fact that he certainly intends to make my stomach turn. The direful sequence of that result, so flagrantly randy and impulsive in itself, is that deranged smut peddlers will replicate the most bloodthirsty structures of contemporary life before the year is over.

Some people don't seem to mind that Conna likes to crush the will of all individuals who have expressed political and intellectual opposition to his pranks. What a tendentious world we live in! You may be picking up on something here in all of my responses to his contemptuous campaigns of malice and malignity. All of my responses presume that his sophistries promote a redistribution of wealth. This is always an appealing proposition for Conna's compeers because much of the redistributed wealth will undoubtedly end up in the hands of the redistributors as a condign reward for their loyalty to Conna. Some people believe that one day his comrades will turn his satanic casus belli to our advantage. Such people are doomed to disappointment, especially when one considers that Conna alleges that things have never been better. Naturally, this is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

If I had my druthers, Conna would never have had the opportunity to drive us into insolvency. As it stands, I don't know what bothers me most about Conna. Is it his specious arguments, his illogical reasoning, his obscurantist claims, his unreasonable speculations, or any of the many forms of pseudoscholarship we see in his expedients? In any case, Conna has separate, oftentimes antipodal, interests from ours. For instance, he's intererested in advocating fatalistic acceptance of a stultiloquent new world order. In contrast, my interests?and perhaps yours as well?include telling people that if we don't expose some of Conna's more dubious financial dealings, then Conna will soon become unstoppable. No borders will be able to detain him. No united global opinion will be able to isolate him. No international police or juridical institutions will be able to interdict him. Lastly, for those who read this letter, I hope you take it to heart and pass this message on to others.

 

I need to tell you a little about how Lord kurozael's worldview is based on pop psychology, wishful thinking, and a particularly niddering version of favoritism. And so I shall. You may be disappointed to hear that my concrete suggestions on how to make efforts directed towards broad, long-term social change are sprinkled throughout this letter like raisins in a pudding, not grouped together in a single block of text at the end. This was a conscious decision I made based on the observation that kurozael has not yet been successful at manipulating the public like a puppet dangling from strings. Still, give him some time, and I'm sure he'll figure out how to do something at least that disreputable, probably more so. In any event, if kurozael were to force his moral code on the rest of us, social upheaval and violence would follow. It is therefore clear that I wish that one of the innumerable busybodies who are forever making ?statistical studies? about nonsense would instead make a statistical study that means something. For example, I'd like to see a statistical study of kurozael's capacity to learn the obvious. Also worthwhile would be a statistical study of how many nettlesome sleaze merchants realize that contrary to my personal preferences, I'm thinking about what's best for all of us. My conclusion is that what's best for all of us is for me to push a consistent vision that responds to most people's growing fears about licentious know-nothings.

kurozael winds up on the wrong side of every important issue, but given the way things are these days we must remember that my dream is for tired eyes to open and see clearly, broken spirits to find new energy, and weary arms to find the strength to rage, rage against the dying of the light. I feel no more personal hatred for him 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. Instead of friends, kurozael has victims and adherents who end up as victims. I sincerely feel sorry for the lot of them. I also feel that one of the goals of faddism is to render meaningless the words ?best? and ?worst?. kurozael admires that philosophy because, by annihilating human perceptions of quality, kurozael's own mediocrity can flourish.

I do not wish to evaluate philistinism here, though I insist that as the adherents of Randian objectivism believe, I could make an argument for the idea that we are now living in a post-ideological age. Furthermore, as the adherents of empiricism observe, kurozael's manuscripts do not hold under close moral scrutiny. I'll probably devote a separate letter to that topic alone, but for now I'll simply summarize by stating that even if one is opposed to moonstruck gnosticism (as I am) then, surely, kurozael appears committed to the proposition that his views are correct, self-evident, and based on fact and reason, while other people's positions are not just wrong but illegitimate, ideological, and unworthy of serious consideration. If you were to get a second opinion from someone who's not a member of kurozael's claque, however, he'd of course tell you that the point at which you discover that the wisdom that comes from maturation of the spirit, mind, and body will some day prevail over the idiocy of kurozael's hijinks is not only a moment of disenchantment. It is a moment of resolve, a determination that sometimes I think that he is simply a willing pawn of those barbaric shysters who reduce social and cultural awareness to a dictated set of guidelines to follow. I typically drop that willing-pawn notion, however, whenever I remember that my only wonder is, Which of the seven deadly sins?pride, envy, anger, sadness, avarice, gluttony, and lust?does kurozael not commit on a daily basis? One might as well ask, ?Where do officious brutes like kurozael come from, and what are we going to do with them?? After days of agonized pondering and reflection I finally came to the conclusion that kurozael coins polysyllabic neologisms to make his theories sound like they're actually important. In fact, his treatises are filled to the brim with words that have yet to appear in any accepted dictionary.

How can we trust a pudibund Zendik who actively conceals his true intentions? We can't. And besides, I can say one thing about kurozael. He understands better than any of us that psychological impact is paramount?not facts, not anybody's principles, not right and wrong. I'm not suggesting that we behave likewise. I'm suggesting only that kurozael likes painting pictures of slovenly worlds inhabited by worthless prima donnas, which puts him somewhere between a philopolemical pop psychologist and a self-aggrandizing schnorrer on the yahooism org chart. The pen is a powerful tool. Why don't we use that tool to build a new understanding that can transport us to tomorrow? But this is something to be filed away for future letters. At present, I wish to focus on only one thing: the fact that kurozael has arrived at the highest degree of imposture. That concept can be extended, mutatis mutandis, to the way that I'm sure he wouldn't want me to eavesdrop on his conversations. So why does kurozael want to force onto us the degradation and ignominy that he is known to revel in? The answer to that question has broad implications. For example, when kurozael lies, it's consistent with his character, for he's a liar and the father of lies. Another reason that many people consider it consistent is that when I was growing up, we were taught that one should always try to scuttle kurozael's exploitative attempts to siphon off scarce international capital intended for underdeveloped countries. Nowadays, it seems that more and more kids are being taught that he can be trusted to judge the rest of the world from a unique perch of pure wisdom. You can thank kurozael for this peremptory pedagogical viewpoint, especially given that he should think about how his warnings lead rambunctious racketeers to spit on sacred icons. If kurozael doesn't want to think that hard, perhaps he should just keep quiet.

As a parenthetical note, there are few certainties in life. I have counted only three: death, taxes, and kurozael doing some gutless thing every few weeks. I don't object to his criticisms because my advice to you is to speak out against behavior and speech that is intended to make empty promises. I object because kurozael's associates have been waxing stridently about Bonapartism, kurozael's sermons, and why kurozael should cure the evil of discrimination with more discrimination. Meanwhile, I, not being one of the many namby-pamby, scabrous good-for-nothings of this world, have been issuing a call to conscience and reason. What do I hope to achieve by doing such a thing? I hope to achieve widespread recognition that I indeed want to look into the future and consider what will happen if we let kurozael use threats of fiscal harm to coerce obstreperous brigands into presenting a false image to the world by hiding unpleasant but vitally important realities about his assertions, but I can't do that alone. So do me a favor and establish a supportive?rather than an intimidating?atmosphere for offering public comment. That'll show him that I want to thank him for his catch-phrases. They give me an excellent opportunity to illustrate just how sick kurozael can be.

kurozael 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 foul-mouthed speculation, and then makes no effort to test out his speculations?and that's just the short list! One of his favorite dirty tricks is to forge letters from his rivals. These forgeries are laced with scandalous ?revelations? about everyone kurozael hates. Such trickery deflects attention from the fact that kurozael says that the purpose of life is self-gratification. Yet he also wants to truck away our freedoms for safekeeping. Am I the only one who sees the irony there? I ask because you may make the comment, ?What does this have to do with the most silly idiots you'll ever see?? Well, once you begin to see the light you'll realize that rabid bigamists are often found at his elbow. This suggests to me that he offers nothing but cheap insults and banal rhetoric. Disguised in this drollery is an important message: His homilies are not witty satire, as kurozael would have you believe. They're simply the blowsy ramblings of someone who has no idea or appreciation of what he's mocking.

Believe me, I certainly don't want to give kurozael a chance to accelerate our descent into the cesspool of emotionalism. He may believe that he can lie with impunity. He may even have gotten away with telling more lies than we can count. But kurozael's claim that his proposed social programs epitomize wholesome family entertainment is factually unsupported and politically motivated.

kurozael would have us believe that his antics provide a liberating insight into life, the universe, and everything. To be honest, he has never actually said that explicitly, but if you follow his logic?what little there is?you'll see that this is his real point. This theme has been struck before. And that's where we are right now. He occasionally writes letters accusing me and my friends of being uninformed, argumentative nincompoops. These letters are typically couched in gutter language (which is doubtless the language in which he habitually thinks) and serve no purpose other than to convince me that when he tells us that his way of life is correct and everyone else's isn't, he somehow fails to mention that I have hated every villainous bucket of lackluster swill ever written by this soulless quidnunc. He fails to mention that he is eating our lunch. And he fails to mention that he's the secret player behind the present, incoherent political scene. kurozael must be brought out from behind the curtain before it's too late, before his hatchet men, who are legion, repeat the mistakes of the past.

While kurozael's resentment of life's myriad insults and disappointments is perhaps what spurs on his dour behavior, if kurozael believes that everyone with a different set of beliefs from his is going to get a one-way ticket to Hell, then it's obvious why he thinks that misoneism is a viable and vital objective for our nation's educational institutions. His desire to prevent us from recognizing the vast and incomparable achievements, contributions, and discoveries that are the product of our culture is the chief sign that he's a fatuous, linguacious muttonhead. (The second sign is that kurozael feels obliged to stir up one part of the population against another.) Were he alive today, Hideki Tojo would be his most trustworthy ally. I can see Tojo joining forces with kurozael to help him violate values so important to our sense of community. Although he is trying to portray himself as a great philosopher on par with Wittgenstein or some such personage, I'm not afraid of kurozael. However, I am concerned that he has?not once, but several times?been able to prevent the real problems from being solved without anyone stopping him. How long can that go on? As long as his invidious histrionics are kept on life support. That's why we have to pull the plug on them and create a world in which heathenism, hucksterism, and serfism are all but forgotten.

kurozael fits the stereotypical image of a disruptive sciolist. In the presence of high heaven and before the civilized world I therefore assert that kurozael is emotionally insecure and has a difficult time admitting that he's wrong. He will almost certainly tiptoe around that glaringly evident fact because if he didn't, you might come to realize that over time, his hatchet jobs have progressed from being merely irritating to being superirritating, hyperirritating, and recently ultrairritating. In fact, I'd say that now they're even megairritating. Though kurozael's positions be madness, yet there is method to them. Step by step, they make it easier for him to substitute rumor and gossip for bona fide evidence. Until we evaluate the tactics Lord kurozael has used against me, he will continue to propitiate chthonic pettifoggers for later eventualities. Period, finis, and Q.E.D.

 

Lol, Vortex made this complaint generator famous. xD

I'm gonna make one for Soviet Jesus.