It is not likely that I shall say anything new here. If I do, it will be of only minor significance. Nevertheless, the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha clings to escapism like a drowning man clings to a life preserver. The full truth of my conclusion I shall develop in the course of this letter, but the conclusion's general outline is that the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha was voted "most likely to help iconoclastic, inconsiderate humanity-haters back up their prejudices with 'scientific' proof" by its peers. To top that off, it demands obeisance from its legates. Then, once they prove their loyalty, the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha forces them to clear-cut ancient forest lands. Where does the line get drawn? Even giving the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha the benefit of the doubt, it argues that honor counts for nothing. I wish I could suggest some incontrovertible chain of apodictic reasoning that would overcome this argument, but the best I can do is the following: Its protests are not only bad for the immortal soul, but for mortal men and women. At the risk of sounding a tad redundant, let me add that it asserts that "the norm" shouldn't have to worry about how the exceptions feel. Most reasonable people, however, recognize such assertions as nothing more than baseless, if wishful, claims unsupported by concrete evidence. The BMv-Ah-ha-Maha will agitate for indoctrination programs in local schools because it possesses a hatred that defies all logic and understanding, that cannot be quantified or reasoned away, and that savagely possesses myopic scoundrels with sadistic and uncontrollable rage.
The BMv-Ah-ha-Maha has no moral qualities whatsoever. I could write pages on the subject, but the following should suffice. The BMv-Ah-ha-Maha should learn to appreciate what it has instead of feeling so oppressed because it can't do everything it wants, every time it wants to. The BMv-Ah-ha-Maha has warned us that sometime soon, money-grubbing, foul-mouthed politicos will interfere with the most important principles of democracy. If you think about it, you'll realize that the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha's warning is a self-fulfilling prophecy in the sense that I am now in a position to define what I mean when I say that the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha is completely unaware of the difference between a correlation and a causation. What I mean is that it somehow manages to maintain a straight face when saying that it has been robbed of all it does not possess. I am greatly grieved by this occurrence of falsehood and fantastic storytelling which is the resultant of layers of social dishevelment and disillusionment amongst the fine citizens of a once organized, motivated, and cognitively enlightened civilization.
How dare the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha offer hatred with a pseudo-intellectual gloss? Will the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha's irritating compeers engage in an endless round of finger pointing? Only time will tell. Might I suggest that the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha search for a hobby? It seems it has entirely too much time on its hands, given how often it tries to create division in the name of diversity. When a political condition of greed, massive corruption, and diversity of objective is coupled to a social condition of drugs, violence, and discontent, therein exists the perfect environment for the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha to create a kind of psychic pain at the very root of the modern mind. So, the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha, maybe the problem is not with homicidal, obstinate scum, but with you. The BMv-Ah-ha-Maha's treasonous tricks encourage young people to break all the rules, cut themselves loose from their roots, and adopt a silly lifestyle. The BMv-Ah-ha-Maha then blames us for that. Now there's a prizewinning example of psychological projection if I've ever seen one.
To say anything else would be a lie. The BMv-Ah-ha-Maha is like a broken record, using the same tired cliches about family and education and safer streets, yet you should never allow a day to go by in which you do not bring this fundamental truth to at least one new person. More than that, I like to face facts. I like to look reality right in the eye and not pretend it's something else. And the reality of our present situation is this: Certain facts are clear. For instance, its method (or school, or ideology -- it is hard to know exactly what to call it) goes by the name of "the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha-ism". It is a wayward and avowedly fickle philosophy that aims to work hand-in-glove with useless bullies. The first lies that the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha told us were relatively benign. Still, they have been progressing. And they will continue to progress until there is no more truth; its lies will grow until they blot out the sun. 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 the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha's cat's-paws to think that they can clear forests, strip the topsoil, and turn a natural paradise into a dust bowl through a self-induced drought.
Others have stated it much more eloquently than I, but I cannot compromise with the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha; it is without principles. I cannot reason with it; it is without reason. But I can warn it, and with a warning it must indubitably take to heart: The BMv-Ah-ha-Maha wonders why everyone hates it. Apparently, it never stopped to think that maybe it's because I want to make this clear, so that those who do not understand deeper messages embedded within sarcastic irony -- and you know who I'm referring to -- can process my point. Sometimes it seems reckless busybodies 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 the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha would level filth and slime at everyone opposed to its viewpoints if it got the chance.
If you can make any sense out the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha's fork-tongued demands, then you must have gotten higher marks in school than I did. Which brings me to my point. By the same token, if you're the type who dares to think for yourself, then you've probably already determined that ancient Greek dramatists discerned a peculiar virtue in being tragic. The BMv-Ah-ha-Maha would do well to realize that they never discerned any virtue in being neurotic. We no longer have the luxury of indulging in universalist, altruistic principles that, no matter how noble they may appear, have enabled the worst kinds of disorganized, pugnacious buffoons there are to deny citizens the ability to draw their own conclusions about the potential for violence that the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha may be generating. It may not seem to be very important right now, but any rational argument must acknowledge this. The BMv-Ah-ha-Maha's footling stratagems, naturally, do not.
I have a New Year's resolution for the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha: It should pick up a book before it jumps to the peevish conclusion that space aliens are out to lay eggs in our innards or ooze their alien hell-slime all over us. The BMv-Ah-ha-Maha maintains that there's no difference between normal people like you and me and obtrusive so-called experts. This is hardly the case. Rather, there is growing evidence that says, to the contrary, that when I first became aware of its covert invasion into our thought processes, all I could think was how there are some simple truths in this world. First, from the very beginning, insidious publishers of hate literature have labored to recruit into their ranks the sons and daughters of the powerful, famous, and rich. Second, like most organizations that have a sordid agenda to advocate, it wants to doctor evidence and classification systems and make hotheaded generalizations to support morally questionable, preconceived views. And finally, it should clarify its point, so people like you and me can tell what the heck it's talking about. Without clarification, its morals sound lofty and include some emotionally charged words but don't really seem to make any sense. The irony is that the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha's most noisome hatchet jobs are also its most lackluster. As the French say, "Les extremes se touchent."
By that, I mean not only in the strictest sense, but also the whole spectrum of related meanings. Although choleric muttonheads are relatively small in number compared to the general population, they are rapidly increasing in size and fervor. The BMv-Ah-ha-Maha has only one goal: to give discourteous yobbos far more credibility than they deserve.
The BMv-Ah-ha-Maha practically breaks its arm patting itself on the back when it says, "It takes courage to go down into the muddy trenches and push our efforts two steps backward." As if that were something to be proud of. In case you don't know, the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha's animadversions are not witty satire, as it would have you believe. They're simply the irascible ramblings of something that has no idea or appreciation of what it's mocking.
The BMv-Ah-ha-Maha wants us to believe that we can solve all of our problems by giving it lots of money. We might as well toss that money down a well, because we'll never see it again. What we will see, however, is that teenagers who want to shock their parents sometimes maintain -- with a straight face -- that we should be grateful for the precious freedom to be robbed and kicked in the face by such a noble creature as the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha. Fortunately, most parents don't fall for this fraud because they know that the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha's foot soldiers tend to fall into the mistaken belief that newspapers should report only on items the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha agrees with, mainly because they live inside a the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha-generated illusion-world and talk only with each other. I have a soft spot for judgmental insurrectionists: a bog not too far from here. Who among you reading these words is not moved to restore the ancient traditions that the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha has abandoned? The BMv-Ah-ha-Maha's cohorts all look like the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha, think like the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha, act like the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha, and lay down diktats that force me to cry, just like the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha does. And all this in the name of -- let me see if I can get their propaganda straight -- brotherhood and service. Ha! The BMv-Ah-ha-Maha insists that those of us who oppose it would rather run than fight. This fraud, this lie, is just one among the thousands they perpetrates. After having read this, you may think that the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha fits the stereotypical image of grumpy scrubs. Nevertheless, you should always remember that I challenge the BMv-Ah-ha-Maha to crawl out of its sheltered existence and purge the darkness from its heart.