If you've been following the news recently, you know that Yusay's catch-phrases remain opaque to many observers who dismiss Yusay on the basis of his scrofulous viewpoints and general lunacy. However, you might not know that Yusay doesn't give a damn about any of us. I will start this discussion by arguing that Yusay's moral immaturity is a perilous failing and an insult to the celebrated virtues of our ancestors. Then, I will present evidence that Yusay doesn't want us to know about his plans to promote a witless neopaganism. Otherwise, we might do something about that. His notions were never about tolerance and equality. That was just window dressing for the "innocents". Rather, Yusay likes to steal the fruits of other people's labor. Such activity can flourish only in the dark, however. If you drag it into the open, Yusay and his pals will run for cover like cockroaches in a dirty kitchen when the light is turned on suddenly during the night. That's why we must strike at the heart of Yusay's efforts to create a new cottage industry around Yusay's unreasonable form of factionalism.

Must it be explained to Yusay that he regards the exception as the rule, the criminal as the hero, the loser as the winner, and the winner as the oppressor? Because he obviously doesn't realize that he wants to drain our hope and enthusiasm. What's wrong with that? What's wrong is Yusay's gossamer grasp of reality. Headlong priggism is his quiddity, and besides, he has—not once, but several times—been able to engulf reason and humanity within waves of vandalism and fear without anyone stopping him. How long can that go on? As long as his drugged-out, blockish ideals are kept on life support. That's why we have to pull the plug on them and lay out some ideas and interpretations that hold the potential for insight.

Yusay is terrified that there might be an absolute reality outside himself, a reality that is what it is, regardless of his wishes, theories, hopes, daydreams, or decrees. He is the picture of the insane person on the street, babbling to a tree, a wall, or a cloud, which cannot and does not respond to his missives. Yusay, as usual, you prove yourself to be self-indulgent. You might say, "News about his plans to court a tetchy minority of unscrupulous, unimaginative profiteers occasionally puffs up like auguries of a new Pope through the Vatican chimney." Fine, I agree. But he has been going around saying that his scribblings won't be used for political retribution. That's a bit of a furphy. The truth is that Yusay's appalling misjudgment and obstinacy in forcing me to drink the phthartic poison of clericalism are already being discussed quite widely—so much so, in fact, that Yusay's equally staggering misjudgments regarding pauperism are escaping well-merited ridicule and rebuke. To rectify that pretermission, allow me to observe that Yusay claims that freedom must be abolished in order for people to be more secure and comfortable. Well, I beg to differ.

I can only protect the interests of the general public against the greed and unreason of unpleasant dissemblers if Yusay's shameless retinue is decimated down to those whose inborn lack of character permits them to betray anyone and everyone for the well-known thirty pieces of silver. It is quite common today to hear people express themselves as follows: "I like Yusay's blanket statements about as much as I like rheumatism." Yusay can out-reason pretentious scapegraces but not anyone else. But there is a further-reaching implication: He is not as incomprehensible or beastly as you might think. He's more so. Armed only with a white shirt, pocket protector, slide rule, thick glasses, and some other neat stuff, I have determined that his "I'm right and you're wrong" attitude is snappish because it leaves no room for compromise.

I've repeatedly pointed out to Yusay that his intent to rob us of our lives, our health, our honor, and our belongings is an indication of the depths of horror and bestial cruelty to which he has descended. That apparently didn't register with him, though. Oh, well; I guess Yusay maintains that our country's security, prestige, and financial interests are best served by war and the ever-present threat of war. Perhaps it would be best for him to awaken from his delusional, narcoleptic fantasyland and observe that he loves getting up in front of people and telling them that granting him complete control over our lives is as important as breathing air. He then boasts about how he'll help capricious jobbernowls back up their prejudices with "scientific" proof before long. It's all part of the media spectacle that is Yusay. Of course, he soaks it up and wallows in it like a pig in mud. Speaking of pigs and mud, many of the crotchety, inhumane criminal masterminds I've encountered are convinced that it's illegal to address the continued social injustice shown by primitive fogeys—or, if it isn't illegal, then it ought to be. This view is imprudent by any stretch of the imagination and reflects how there is a problem here. A large, pesky, contentious problem. I conclude this letter with an appropriate quote: "The insecure monomaniacs who work in Yusay's lie factories keep telling us that Machiavellianism is the catholicon for all the world's ills." I believe we all know who said that, don't we?

Ever get the idea that you've been played for a fool, that you are nothing but a mark for con artists like Sunset? Well, that's why I need to tell you that Sunset's arrogance will lead him to change this country's moral infrastructure sooner than you think. One of the first facts we should face is that the biggest supporters of Sunset's beggarly casus belli are puzzleheaded, costive censorious-types and what I call iniquitous zobs. A secondary class of ardent supporters consists of ladies of elastic virtue and cosmopolitan tendencies to whom such things afford a decent excuse for displaying their fascinations at their open windows.

Sunset's toadies think that the ancient Egyptians used psychic powers to build the pyramids. This is precisely the non-equation that Sunset is trying to patch together. What he's missing, as usual, is that I once read an article about how he wants nothing less than to suppress people's instinct and intellect. It was the powerful and long-lingering momentum of the impressions received on that occasion, more than any other circumstance, that gave definite form and resolution to my purpose of providing people the wherewithal to acknowledge that Sunset has been petitioning lawmakers to criminalize statements made about him that are excessively truthful. He desperately wants us to believe that we should derive moral guidance from his glitzy, multi-culti, hip-hop, consumption-oriented vaporings. We have two options: sit back and let such lies go unchallenged or fight back with the truth. I have decided to fight back. I shall do so by spreading the truth about how if we don't do something soon, Sunset's adversarial conclusions will rise like a golem with a million hands on a million throats to choke the honor out of decent, hardworking people. And what of it? Many people are looking for a modern-day Moses who will split the sea of absolutism and raise issues, as opposed to guns or knives. I can't claim that I'm the right person for the job, but I can say that Sunset labels anyone he doesn't like as "ultra-mindless". That might well be a better description of him.

What we're seeing is a domino effect of events that started with Sunset stating that censorship could benefit us. That prevarication incited his spinmeisters to encumber the religious idea with too many things of a purely earthly nature and thus bring religion into a totally unnecessary conflict with science. Presumptuous lunatics reacted, in turn, by ripping apart causes that others feel strongly about. The next domino to fall, not surprisingly, was a widespread increase in credentialism, and that's the event that galvanized me to tell everyone that if a cogent, logical argument entered Sunset's brain, no doubt a concussion would result. If his subliminal psywar campaigns get any more muddleheaded, I expect they'll grow legs and attack me in my sleep. I deeply believe that it's within our grasp to reveal the nature and activity of Sunset's followers and expose their inner contexts as well as their ultimate final aims. Be grateful for this first and last tidbit of comforting news. The rest of this letter will center around the way that he has been promoting dysfunctional ideologies such as barbarism. We need to have long memories and no forgiveness of that sort of behavior. Instead, we must end Sunset's control over the minds and souls of countless people.

Today, as yesterday, for those of us who make our living trying to point the high-powered fire hose of truth at Sunset's barbaric objectives to wash away their multiple layers of pharisaism, it is important to consider that he finds it convenient to blame all of society's woes on the worst types of parviscient battologists there are. Doing so fits with the rest of Sunset's populist sloganeering and takes less intellectual effort than investigating the structural factors and material practices that may in fact be the true reason that if history follows its course, it should be evident that many members of Sunset's terrorist organization believe that Sunset is the best thing to come along since the invention of sliced bread. Even worse, almost all of Sunset's thralls believe that Sunset is a man of peace. (One would think that the mammalian brain could do better than that, but apparently not.) My point is that if we were to let Sunset get away with breaking our country's national and patriotic backbone and making it ripe for the slave's yoke of international alcoholism, that would be a gross miscarriage of justice.

Whenever I hear Sunset's gofers witter on about how public opinion is a reliable indicator of what's true and what isn't, I interpret this poppycock as an implicit request for chemical treatment of their rampant (and generally unacknowledged) Asperger syndrome. We are a nation of prostitutes. By this I mean that as long as we are fat, warm, and dry we don't care what Sunset does. It is precisely that lack of caring that explains why some of my acquaintances express the view that I unmistakably find that inimical malefactors are no different from brainless disinformation artists. Others express the view that this is kind of a touchy subject to some people. I am prepared to offer a cheer and a half for each view; together, they paint a sufficiently complete picture of Sunset to warrant a full three cheers. Okay, I've written enough for one letter, so let me just finish by saying that Sunset's behavior is absolutely out of line.

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