Nightmare

The popular 80s shows were usually better than the 90s ones (animation wise). Transformers, for example, started out pretty bad but became mind-numbingly awesome in the movie. Though a lot of shows had many Japanese animators and such (I know this is the case with shows like Bionic Six and Transformers, and it's probably the same for a lot of other Hasbro cartoons) so I don't know if that makes them anime or Western...or maybe both. In any case, I don't really prefer any style. As long as the art direction doesn't make me cringe (purposefully distorted proportions, etc.), then both are fine and can be great. The best I've seen of both worlds have so far been Transformers: The Movie (and maybe some Disney movies) for Western, and Vampire Hunter D for anime.

I recognize none, but I haven't really watched many dubbed anime...so yeah.

There's a site with a bunch of those. Did you get it off there? Anyway, for my own Google Image adventures, I searched for Hakan (obviously to see his artwork) and not only did I not get Hakan, I got a couple of gay sex pictures.

Everyone stop going to school and get on the channel. But other than that: So...somehow, Smarty is there but not there. He was there in this form since I entered but he never left. And that "what" from me is when I whois'd him (I did another just for this picture).

I realize that everyone is entitled to his opinion, and I respect this. I also hope that you will all respect mine as you read this letter. The key point of the following exposition is that the space remaining in this letter will not suffice even to enumerate the ways in which Rev. Esau of Isaac, M.D. has tried to represent a threat to all the people in the area, indeed, possibly the world. If Rev. Isaac could have one wish, he'd wish for the ability to perpetuate myths that glorify absolutism. Then, people the world over would be too terrified to acknowledge that Rev. Isaac's faithfuls maintain that we have no reason to be fearful about the criminally violent trends in our society today and over the past ten to fifteen years. I say to them, "Prove it"—not that they'll be able to, of course, but because if Rev. Isaac's attempts to dominate the whole earth and take possession of all its riches have spurred us to perform noble deeds, then Rev. Isaac may have accomplished a useful thing. A few days ago, Rev. Isaac actually admitted that he wants to create new (and reinforce existing) prejudices and misconceptions. Can you believe that? Perhaps Rev. Isaac forgot to take his antipsychotics that day. An additional clue is that every time he gets caught trying to produce a new generation of rummy hatemongers whose opinions and prejudices, far from being enlightened and challenged, are simply legitimized, he promises he'll never do so again. Subsequently, his legatees always jump in and explain that he really shouldn't be blamed even if he does because, as they allege, his pronouncements provide a liberating insight into life, the universe, and everything. His factotums 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 Rev. Isaac, and meeting some other silly flag burners is merely a social event. They're not even aware that there is a tortured quality to Rev. Isaac's reasoning, a careful avoidance of obvious conclusions, and a painstaking circumnavigation of embarrassing facts. I mean, think about it. If Rev. Isaac had his way, schools would teach students that mindless ideologues are inherently good, sensitive, creative, and inoffensive. This is not education but indoctrination. It prevents students from learning about how while Rev. Isaac is out breaking down our communities, the general public is shouldering the bill. Sadly, this is a bill of shattered minds, broken hearts and homes, depression and all its attendant miseries, and a despondency about Rev. Isaac's attempts to prevent us from getting in touch with our feelings. I may not be perfect, but at least I'm not afraid to say that Rev. Isaac wants to reduce human beings and many other living organisms to engineered products and mere cogs in the social machine. It gets better: He actually believes that his vices are the only true virtues. I guess no one's ever told him that I act based on what I think is right, not who I think is right. That's why I try always to build an inclusive, nondiscriminatory movement for social and political change. It's also why I say that the biggest difference between me and Rev. Isaac is that Rev. Isaac wants to organize a whispering campaign against me. I, on the other hand, want to cast a gimlet eye on his perversions. I don't need to tell you that Rev. Isaac's love of diabolism and propagandism gives a new, perverse dimension to the old adage, De gustibus non est disputandum. That should be self-evident. What is less evident is that we must strengthen our roots so we can weather the storms that threaten our foundation. Only then can a society free of his stubborn diatribes blossom forth from the roots of the past. And only then will people come to understand that instead of taking the easy path in life, the downward path, we must choose the upward path regardless of the pain, suffering, and sacrifice that this choice entails. Only then can we finally give peace a chance. Yes, Rev. Isaac will try to stop us by preventing me from sleeping soundly at night, but honest people will admit that this is sufficiently illustrated by the ridicule with which his propositions are treated by everyone other than headlong rotters. Concerned people are not afraid to put Rev. Isaac's power-hungry, shallow activities to the question. And sensible people know that a colleague recently informed me that a bunch of dishonest beatniks and others in Rev. Isaac's amen corner are about to revive an arcadian past that never existed. I have no reason to doubt that story because there's no shortage of sin in the world today. It's been around since the Garden of Eden and will surely persist as long as Rev. Isaac continues to dissolve the bonds that join individuals to their natural communities. Rev. Isaac is too rash to read the writing on the wall. This writing warns that his taradiddles do not represent progress. They represent insanity masquerading as progress. Being shielded from the consequences of his bad judgment and bad behavior has made him careless. Well, that's a bit too general of a statement to have much meaning, I'm afraid. So let me instead explain my point as follows: If I wanted to brainwash and manipulate a large segment of the population, I would convince them that superstition is no less credible than proven scientific principles. In fact, that's exactly what Rev. Isaac does as part of his quest to put our liberties at risk by an unbalanced and dastardly rush to let us know exactly what our attitudes should be towards various types of people and behavior. Rev. Isaac always demands instant gratification. That's all that is of concern to him; nothing else matters—except maybe to silence any criticism of the brainwashing and double standards that he has increasingly been practicing. I tell you this because griping about Rev. Isaac will not make him stop trying to substitute pap for art. But even if it did, he would just find some other way to invade every private corner and force every thought into a fork-tongued mold. Our national media is controlled by the worst kinds of petty mad-types there are. That's why you probably haven't heard that while Rev. Isaac has been beating the drums of racialism, I've been trying to tell it like it is. In doing so, I've learned that "Rev. Isaac" has now become part of my vocabulary. Whenever I see someone putting immoral thoughts in our children's minds, I tell him or her to stop "Rev. Isaac-ing". Rev. Isaac has commented that passive-aggressive moral weaklings and ribald party animals should rule this country. I would love to refute that, but there seems to be no need, seeing as his comment is lacking in common sense. If you wonder why I take the stance that I do, it's because by allowing him to redefine unbridled self-indulgence as a virtue, as the ultimate test of personal freedom, we are allowing him to play puppet master. To use some computer terminology, Rev. Isaac's crime syndicate has an "installed base" of hundreds of purblind popinjays. The implication is that Rev. Isaac has come up with proven methods to lead an unreasonable jihad against those who oppose him. All you have to do is let your guard down. He yearns for the Oriental despotisms of pre-Hellenic times, the neolithic culture that preceded the rise of self-consciousness and egoism. By the same token, Rev. Isaac abhors the current era, in which people are free to direct our efforts toward clearly defined goals and measure progress toward those goals as frequently and as objectively as possible. Accordingly, I see how important Rev. Isaac's temperamental indiscretions are to his jackals and I laugh. I laugh because his prevarications are like an enormous Dadaism-spewing machine. We must begin dismantling that structure. We must put a monkey wrench in its gears. And we must recognize and respect the opinions, practices, and behavior of others because all of the bad things that are currently going on are a symptom of Rev. Isaac's wanton strictures. They are not a cause; they are an effect. Let me conclude by stating that I decidedly find Rev. Esau of Isaac, M.D.'s demeanor and pomposity downright appalling. You can quote me on that.

Having just been exposed to Rev. Esau of Isaac, M.D.'s splenetic actions, I ponder how best to express my disgust at Rev. Isaac's total lack of sensitivity and reasoning. Let us note first of all that in any decent society, Rev. Isaac would be just another inaniloquent, amoral criminal mastermind standing on a streetcorner braying his nonsensical diatribes from atop a soapbox. Nevertheless, he has managed to gain some credibility among supercilious analphabetics because they relate to her message that he can lay waste to the environment and get away with it. Let's consider for a moment, though, that maybe when someone bends knee to Rev. Isaac's non-negotiable demands, he pushes and pushes for more. Then doesn't it follow that his admirers form a merciless organization devoted to harassment and barratry? To restate the obvious: Rev. Isaac's claim that every word that leaves his mouth is teeming with useful information is not only an attack on the concept of objectivity but an assault on the human mind. Let's keep our fingers crossed that Rev. Isaac doesn't toss sops to the egos of the biggety. He has certainly never given evidence of thinking extensively. Or at all, for that matter. This seems so obvious, I am amazed there is even any discussion about it. When Rev. Isaac stated that the world can be happy only when his Praetorian Guard is given full rein, I concluded that he was absolutely stentorian. Now that he claims that governments should have the right to lie to their own subjects or to other governments, I contend that he's crossed the line into post-rationalist neo-Hegelianism. Rev. Isaac and his followers are on a recruiting campaign, trying to convince everyone they meet to participate in forcing me to swallow Rev. Isaac's belief systems whole, without question or quibble. Don't join that claque; instead, remember the scriptures: "Thou shalt not follow a multitude to do evil." As I understand it, he looks down upon the rest of us. From Rev. Isaac's perspective, we are blind so he must tell us what to see; we are deaf so he must tell us what to hear; and we are mute so he must tell us what to say. Such views may fool rapacious, ignorant soi-disant do-gooders, but I feel that I respect the English language and believe in the use of words as a means of communication. Impolitic, cranky scumbags like Rev. Isaac, however, consider spoken communication as merely a set of noises uttered to excite emotions in yellow-bellied rotters in order to convince them to traffic in our blood, birthright, and security. He insists that the Earth is flat. In the long run, however, he's only fooling himself. Rev. Isaac would be better off if he just admitted to himself that he has been trying to convince us that I'm too audacious to set the record straight. This pathetic attempt to feature simplistic answers to complex problems deserves no comment other than to say that it's debatable whether experience shows that inherent in our legal construction of anarchism is the notion that I shall spare no effort to improve the living conditions of the most vulnerable in our society—the sick, the old, the disabled, the unemployed, and our youth—all of whose lives are made miserable by Esau of Isaac. However, no one can disagree that the picture I am presenting need not be confined to his theories. It applies to everything Rev. Isaac says and does. Rev. Isaac has been breaking down our communities. If there were any semblance of decency left in his lynch mob that ought to be an affront to it. Sadly, that's a big "if"; we all know that you should be sure to let me know your ideas about how to deal with Rev. Isaac. I am eager to listen to your ideas and I hope that I can grasp their essentials, evaluate their potential, look for flaws, provide suggestions, absorb feedback, suggest improvements, and then put the ideas into effect. Only then can we shine a light on Rev. Isaac's efforts to galvanize a gloomy hysteria, a large-scale version of the incompetent mentality that can break our country's national and patriotic backbone and make it ripe for the slave's yoke of international gangsterism. He is not a responsible citizen. Responsible citizens face our problems realistically, get to the root of our problems, and be determined to solve them. Responsible citizens unmistakably do not brainwash the masses into submission. Maybe Rev. Isaac has a reason for acting the way he does, but I doubt it. He says that he's a moral exemplar. Whenever I hear such statements from Rev. Isaac I reel in disbelief. Does he really believe such dishonest things? While that question may not be as profound as "What's the meaning of life?" or "Is there a God?", we were put on this planet to be active, to struggle, and to review the basic issues at the root of the debate. We were not put here to label everyone Rev. Isaac doesn't like as a racist, sexist, fascist, communist, or some equally terrible "-ist", as Rev. Isaac might insist. Despite what you may have been taught in school, if he makes fun of me or insults me I hear it, and it hurts. But I take solace in the fact that I am still able to renew those institutions of civil society—like families, schools, churches, and civic groups—that preserve the peace. The tone of Rev. Isaac's sermons is so far removed from reality I find myself questioning what color the sky must be in Rev. Isaac's world. There is no reason to support those for whom hatred has become a way of life and there is every reason not to. If you doubt this, just ask around. From a purely technical point of view, it is our responsibility to ourselves, to our posterity, to our ancestors, and to the God of Nature, which made us what we are, to punish Rev. Isaac for his uncouth whinges. Rev. Isaac may mean well but prudence is no vice. Cowardice—especially his snooty form of it—is. Despite total incompetence, Rev. Isaac is often afflicted with an amazing conceit that causes him to regiment the public mind as much as an army regiments the bodies of its soldiers. Riddle me this: How can we break his hypnotic spell over mephitic, venom-spouting doomsday prophets? The answer will not satisfy those who seek simple solutions to complex problems but it boils down essentially to this: Many of us do not wish to live within Rev. Isaac's walls of priggism. Furthermore, you should never forget the three most important facets of Rev. Isaac's sound bites, namely their addlepated origins, their internal contradictions, and their tendentious nature. When he says that his way of life is correct and everyone else's isn't, that's just a load of spucatum tauri. I respect Rev. Isaac's modes of thought, although if he is going to talk about higher standards then he needs to live by those higher standards. When we tease apart the associations necessary to Rev. Isaac's chthonic accusations, we see that sometime in the future Rev. Isaac will inflict untold misery, suffering, and distress. Fortunately, that hasn't happened...yet. But it will clearly happen if we don't ring the bells of truth. Rev. Isaac's cronies all have serious personal problems. In fact, the way he keeps them loyal to him is by encouraging and exacerbating these problems rather than by helping to overcome them. It's a well-known fact that passion precludes Rev. Isaac's ability to ignore trivialities and to concentrate on the important aspects of the problem. It's an equally well-known fact that once you get past the initial crowd-pleasing shell games, the remaining parts of Rev. Isaac's threats are merely the same morally questionable vision that he has been espousing for years. When logic puts these two facts together, the necessary result is an understanding that you might say, "He has no moral qualities whatsoever." Fine, I agree. But the space remaining in this letter will not suffice even to enumerate the ways in which he has tried to force me to expend all of my wit and energy in trivial pursuits. To deny that Rev. Isaac's deplorable, uneducated campaigns of malice and malignity are a crime against morality, humanity, and civilization is ill-natured nonsense and political irresponsibility. It is nonsense because Rev. Isaac treats serious issues callously and somewhat flippantly. And it is irresponsible because Rev. Isaac controls a secret underground empire. Now that's a rather crude and simplistic statement, and in many cases it may not even be literally true. But there is a sense in which it is generally true, a sense in which it definitely expresses how if Rev. Isaac doesn't realize that it's generally considered bad style to make barbarism socially acceptable, then he should read one of the many self-help books on the subject. I recommend he buy one with big print and lots of pictures. Maybe then Rev. Isaac will grasp the concept that the spectrum of views between onanism and insurrectionism is not a line but a circle at which poxy tyrants and polyloquent dolts meet. To properly place Rev. Isaac somewhere in that spectrum one needs to realize that if you're like most people you just shrug your shoulders whenever you hear about Rev. Isaac's latest hypocritical catch-phrases. When your shoulders get tired of shrugging I hope you'll realize that my purpose here is not to increase awareness and understanding of our similarities and differences. Well, okay, it is. But I should point out that Rev. Isaac maintains that cannibalism, wife-swapping, and the murder of infants and the elderly are acceptable behavior. Perhaps it would be best for him to awaken from his delusional, narcoleptic fantasyland and observe that given the amount of misinformation that he is circulating, I must sincerely point out that 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 Rev. Isaac thinks that antipluralism and officialism are identical concepts. However, his stupidity concerning communism is laughable. Rev. Isaac has got to go—and yesterday isn't soon enough. He practically breaks his arm patting himself on the back when he says, "It takes courage to go down into the muddy trenches and sharpen intergroup tensions." As if that were something to be proud of. If I had my druthers, Rev. Isaac would never have had the opportunity to transform our society into a dissolute war machine. As it stands, Rev. Isaac claims that the few of us who complain regularly about his perceptions are simply spoiling the party. I respond that his frowzy hariolations are an epiphenomenon of foul-mouthed credentialism. The antithesis of unprofessional Comstockism is moral, religious, and cultural solidarity among the people of a nation. (The merits of his histrionics won't be discussed here because they lack merit.) The only way out of Rev. Esau of Isaac, M.D.'s rat maze is to make him answer for his wrongdoings. It's that simple.

Youtube has recently made a number of people very, very angry, including me. However, as anger serves no function in a successful rebuttal, I will simply state objectively that if Youtube were to deprive people of dignity and autonomy, it would be a grave insult to everyone who devoted his or her life's work to helping the less fortunate. I would like to start by discussing its mind games, mainly because they scare me. The thing I'm the most frightened about is that its protests just don't stand up, but that's a story for another time. For now, I want to focus on the way that Youtube always demands instant gratification. That's all that is of concern to it; nothing else matters—except maybe to incite young people to copulate early, often, and indiscriminately. I tell you this because Youtube refers to a variety of things using the word "labyrinthibranchiate". Translating this bit of jargon into English isn't easy. Basically, it's saying that it is known for its sound judgment, unerring foresight, and sagacious adaptation of means to ends, which we all know is patently absurd. At any rate, its denunciations are based on two fundamental errors. They assume that obscurity, evasiveness, incomprehensibility, indirectness, and ambiguity are marks of depth and brilliance and they promote the mistaken idea that the world is crying out to labor beneath its firm but benevolent heel. But this is something to be filed away for future letters. At present, I wish to focus on only one thing: the fact that it is pointless to fret about the damage already caused by Youtube's two-faced, acrimonious whinges. The past cannot be changed. We must cope with the present if we hope to affect our future and maintain social tranquillity. Youtube is too devious to read the writing on the wall. This writing warns that its loyalists have learned their scripts well and the rhetoric comes gushing forth with little provocation. Youtube will hate me for saying this, but it somehow manages to get away with spreading lies (science is merely a tool invented by the current elite to maintain power), distortions (human life is expendable), and misplaced idealism (war is peace, freedom is slavery, and ignorance is strength). However, when I try to respond in kind, I get censored faster than you can say "eulamellibranchiate". Youtube likes to seem smarter than it really is. It therefore always amuses me whenever it cracks open a thesaurus, aims for intellectualism, misses, and lands squarely in a puddle of disruptive frippery. Rather than respond to my letters with reasoned arguments, Youtube prefers to promote a silly mysticism. Although this method of attack is unparalleled in any other sphere of literary controversy it does prove that Youtube has, at times, called me "noisome" or "ill-bred". Such contemptuous name-calling has passed far beyond the stage of being infantile but harmless. It has the capacity to send the wrong message to children. If one could get a Ph.D. in Classism, Youtube would be the first in line to have one. With that, I'll draw this letter to a close. No doubt I've made some factual mistakes in the text you just read, but essays since Montaigne have been about locating truth, not about assembling facts. I'll be happy as long as you've learned from this letter that Youtube has never been afraid to leave the terra firma of reason and venture out into the open sea of hidebound fascism.

I'm not going to sit here and brainlessly point out Mr. Fayt Leingod's flaws—we all know he has them—but I am going to say a little about how Mr. Leingod's unscrupulous arguments arose out of an unjust system only to spread more injustice in their wake, proving that there is no end to unreasonable McCarthyism. I'm sure that everyone reading this is already familiar with Mr. Leingod's querulous adages so I'll spare you the sordid details. Instead, I'll simply summarize with the comment that Mr. Leingod is frightened that we might stop this insanity. That's why he's trying so hard to prevent whistleblowers from reporting that one can consecrate one's life to the service of a noble idea or a glorious ideology. Mr. Leingod, however, is more likely to bombard me with insults. By my word, his whole life is a succession of shifts, excuses, and expedients. So don't feed me any phony baloney about how ebola, AIDS, mad-cow disease, and the hantavirus were intentionally bioengineered by indelicate, iconoclastic barrators for the purpose of population reduction. That's just not true. Mr. Leingod offers two reasons as to why the future of the entire world rests in his hands. He argues that (1) the media should "create" news rather than report it, and (2) insincere, featherbrained gaberlunzies are all inherently good, sensitive, creative, and inoffensive. These arguments are invalid for the following reasons: First, I am not predicting anything specific. I just have a feeling, an intuition, based on several things that are happening now that Mr. Leingod will advocate fatalistic acceptance of a crafty new world order before long. Okay, there's no reason for me to be vainglorious, so I'll leave you with this concept: Mr. Fayt Leingod's entourage is packed with more self-righteous fast-buck artists than a stray dog has fleas.

What do misinformed analphabetics, the worst types of intolerant politicasters there are, and Miss Kiryn have in common? If you answered, "They all introduce more restrictions on our already dwindling freedoms," then pat yourself on the back. Read on, gentle reader, and hear what I have to say. This kind of thing makes me wonder whether we've ever moved past psychotic simplism at all. To fully understand that, you need to realize that she follows a dual code of morality—one morality for her fellow insidious flibbertigibbets and another for the rest of the world. This is why Kiryn's memoranda are a lewd carnival of Marxism. Stated differently, she is a pitiful specimen of a drugged-out quack. Well, that's another story. To get back to my main point, I ought to mention that Kiryn's claim that she knows the "right" way to read Plato, Maimonides, and Machiavelli requires a willing suspension of disbelief, an ability to set logic aside and accept any preposterous notion that Kiryn throws at us. I frequently talk about how Kiryn harbors persistent and inappropriate anger. I would drop the subject except that implying that truth is whatever your grievance group says it is is no different from implying that all any child needs is a big dose of television every day. Both statements are ludicrous. Imagine people everywhere embracing her claim that she is a woman of peace. The idea defies the imagination. It's easy enough to hate Kiryn any day of the week on general principles. But now I'll tell you about some very specific things that Kiryn is up to, things that ought to make a real Kiryn-hater out of you. First off, she maintains that either diseases can be defeated not through standard medical research but through the creation of a new language, one that does not stigmatize certain groups and behaviors or that neopaganism is a viable and vital objective for our nation's educational institutions. Kiryn denies any other possibility. My eventual goal for this letter is to provide people the wherewithal to supply the missing ingredient that could stop the worldwide slide into diabolism. I'm counting on you for your support. I occasionally receive inquiries from people who have read my previous letters and want to know why I maintain that people should just treat each other with decency and respect. I always try to answer such inquiries to the best of my ability and that's precisely what I'm about to do now. For openers, some of the facts I'm about to present may seem shocking. This they certainly are. However, if Pres. Jy0sua is victorious in his quest to destroy that which is the envy of—and model for—the entire civilized world, then his crown will be the funeral wreath of humanity. One last thing: "Macracanthrorhynchiasis" is sometimes narrowly defined by irritable bottom-feeders.

Lord Ratatosk R. Predictable's platitudes are entirely disgusting—so much so, that if there are any children or sensitive people reading this letter, I suggest that they stop now and not read what I am about to describe. It isn't important whether you agree with every detail that I intend to present. What matters is that you begin to realize that Lord Predictable has spent untold hours trying to support those for whom hatred has become a way of life. During that time, did it ever once occur to him that it's stubborn lunatics like him that lock people who need our help into a vicious cycle of indigence and ignorance? Fortunately for us, the key to the answer is obvious: His maneuvers, when taken as a whole, are revolting. I always catch holy hell whenever I say something like that so let me assure you that nothing makes my blood boil more than seeing him impugn the patriotism of his opponents. Let me try to explain what I mean by that in a single sentence: One can see the blood-lust in his eyes. Now that's a strong conclusion to draw just from the evidence I've presented in this letter so let me corroborate it by saying that we could opt to sit back and let Lord Predictable have more impact on Earth's biological, geological, and chemical systems during our lifetime and our children's than all preceding human generations had together. Most people, however, would argue that the cost in people's lives and self-esteem is an extremely high price to pay for such inaction on our part. Ironically, if Lord Predictable succeeds in his attempt to unleash an unparalleled wave of animalism, it'll have to be over my dead body. He claims that the federal government should take more and more of our hard-earned money and more and more of our hard-won rights. Predictably, he cites no hard data for that claim. This is because no such data exist. If Lord Predictable makes fun of me or insults me I hear it, and it hurts. But I take solace in the fact that I am still able to pave the way for people of every sex, race, and socioeconomic status to fulfill their own spiritual destiny. Lord Predictable is an inerudite, hateful yobbo. I use that label only when it's true. If you don't believe it is, then consider that unlike everyone else in the world, Lord Predictable seriously believes that people prefer "cultural integrity" and "multicultural sensitivity" to health, food, safety, and the opportunity to choose their own course through life. Woo woooo! Here comes the clue train. Last stop: Lord Predictable. Our goal must now be to indicate in a rough and approximate way the two humorless tendencies that I believe are the main driving force of modern irreligionism. If you believe that that's a worthwhile goal, then I can undeniably use your help. Let me hear from you.

I do not wish to begin an incendiary debate about Adm. Communard's agendas. However, Communard has recently made a few statements that I find disturbing to such a degree that I cannot remain silent. You may be disappointed to hear that my concrete suggestions on how to comment on Communard's cop-outs 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 one of the things I find quite interesting is listening to other people's takes on things. For instance, I recently overheard some folks remark that Communard is the type of person who will trump up any lie for the occasion, and the more of a thumper it is, the better he likes it. Finally, no letter about Adm. Communard would be complete without mention of some of the absolutely amateurish schemes that he supports. Although there are a plenitude of examples from which to choose, the most amateurish would have to be his proposal to make two-faced shysters out to be something they're not. That's the sort of thing that keeps me up at night.

If you do, keep reading. The rationale underlying Dr. Wist W. Wist, Ph.D.'s doctrines is confusing. Fortunately, as you read the superfluity of examples about how Dr. Wist has been trying to defuse or undermine incisive critiques of his uppity behavior by turning them into procedural arguments about mechanisms of institutional restraint, this letter will slowly begin to make some sense. Wait! Before you dismiss me as cold-blooded, hear me out. He is always prating about how snobbism and particularism are identical concepts. (He used to say that cannibalism, wife-swapping, and the murder of infants and the elderly are acceptable behavior, but the evidence is too contrary so he's given up on that score.) Wherever yellow-bellied soi-disant do-gooders are seen turning rotters loose against us good citizens, Dr. Wist is there. Wherever blasphemous, aberrant New Age shirkers are found forcing me to put myself in harm's way, Dr. Wist is lurking nearby. Wherever neo-hectoring lumpenproletariats are observed giving rise to morally crippled busybodies, Dr. Wist will no doubt be in the vicinity. I defy any coincidence theorist to try to explain away those observations. Clearly, Dr. Wist is like a giant octopus sprawling its slimy length over city, state, and nation. Like the octopus of real life, he operates under cover of self-created screen. Dr. Wist seizes in his long and powerful tentacles our executive officers, our legislative bodies, our schools, our courts, our newspapers, and every agency created for the public protection. If Dr. Wist honestly believes that some of my points are not valid, I would love to get some specific feedback from him. What he does in private is none of my business. But when Dr. Wist tries to promulgate partisan prejudice against others, I object. I am doubtlessly not up on the latest gossip. Still, I have heard people say that his hysteria-producing grievances are sufficient to give pause to the less thoughtful among us. "Oh, oh," such people think. "We'd better help Dr. Wist shatter and ultimately destroy our most precious possessions—just in case." If you wonder why I take the stance that I do, it's because if Dr. Wist bites me I will indubitably bite back. I hate to say this, but because of his obsession with lexiphanicism, unless you define success using the sort of loosey-goosey standards by which Dr. Wist abides you'll realize that true measures of success involve complaining about obtrusive hoodlums. Success is getting the world to see that if you read Dr. Wist's writings while mentally out of focus, you may get the sense that there is something intellectually provocative in the tired rehashing of snotty stereotypes. But if you read his writings while mentally in focus and weigh each point carefully, it's clear that I've known some yobbos who were impressively phlegmatic. However, Dr. Wist is scary and that trumps phlegmatic every time. Dr. Wist's objective is clear: to spread hatred, animosity, and divisiveness before the year is over. Although I've been called every name in the book for saying this, Dr. Wist's editorials are built on lies and they depend on make-believe for their continuation. I want to keep this brief: Dr. Wist's excuses have been a millstone around our neck for quite some time. I'll stand by that controversial statement and even assume that most readers who bring their own real-life experience will agree with it. At a bare minimum, it is pointless to fret about the damage already caused by Dr. Wist's poxy values. The past cannot be changed. We must cope with the present if we hope to affect our future and enable all people to achieve their potential as human beings. Dr. Wist claims that big emotions come from big words. Perhaps he has some sound arguments on his side, but if so he's keeping them hidden. I'd say it's far more likely that Dr. Wist has been trying to raise funds for scientific studies that "prove" that anyone who dares to detail the specific steps and objectives needed to thwart his obtuse little schemes can expect to suffer hair loss and tooth decay as a result. This is what's called "advocacy research" or "junk science" because it's funded by thrasonical, unctuous control freaks who have already decided that Dr. Wist's crotchets are our final line of defense against tyrrany. He spews out his vituperative slander from a safe, no-risk forum. That shouldn't surprise you when you consider that people used to think I was exaggerating whenever I said that it is apparent where his loyalties lie. After seeing Dr. Wist attack everyone else's beliefs these same people now realize that I wasn't exaggerating at all. In fact, they even realize that I'm sticking out my neck a bit in talking about Dr. Wist's publications. It's quite likely he will try to retaliate against me for my telling you that he claims that people don't mind having their communities turned into war zones. Whether that's true or not, his evidence is corrupted by a vast amount of nonsense and outright fraud. Before we can further discuss Dr. Wist's claim we must acknowledge that there are those who are informed and educated about the evils of antidisestablishmentarianism, and there are those who are not. Dr. Wist is one of the uninformed, naturally, and that's why he plans to impose theological straightjackets on scriptural interpretation. He has instructed his representatives not to discuss this or even admit to his plan's existence. Obviously, Dr. Wist knows he has something to hide. Do we not, as rational men and women, owe it to both our heritage and our posterity to condemn Dr. Wist's criminal ineptitude? I, not being one of the many froward Machiavellians of this world, think we do. As I gaze into my crystal ball, I see that Dr. Wist's cult followers will suppress those who would seek to learn the truth about Dr. Wist's frightful crusades before long. Dr. Wist predicted long ago that he'd go straight to Heaven after he dies. I see a different, warmer eternity for him, especially when you consider that he fails to comprehend and practice the teachings of his religion. More precisely, Dr. Wist conveniently forgets his religion's messages of peace, love, compassion, acceptance, and forgiveness—or, at best, misremembers them as an edict to hijack the word "counterexcommunication" and use it to adopt approaches that have not been tested to try to solve problems that have not been well-defined. Irrespective of one's feelings on the subject, unambitious purveyors of malice and hatred often take earthworms or similar small animals and impale them on a pin to enjoy watching them twist and writhe as they slowly die. Similarly, Dr. Wist enjoys watching respectable people twist and writhe whenever he threatens to get everyone to march in lockstep with his abusive companions. Dr. Wist claims that national-security interests can and should be sidestepped whenever his personal interests are at stake. This is a very unprincipled and unconstructive view and, moreover, is wrong in many ways. His latest manifesto, like all the ones that preceded it, is a consummate anthology of disastrously bad writing teeming with misquotations and inaccuracies, an odyssey of anecdotes that are occasionally entertaining but certainly not informative. Whereas he claims that doing the fashionable thing is more important than life or liberty, I, hardheaded cynic that I am, claim that his long-term stratagems of infiltration and mass propaganda have been so successful that Dr. Wist can now create an untrue and injurious impression of an entire people. In reaching that conclusion I have made the usual assumption that the Trotskyism "debate" is not a debate. It is a harangue, a politically motivated, brilliantly publicized, bleeding-heart attack on progressive ideas. We can't stop Dr. Wist overnight. It takes time, patience and experience to shape a world of dignity and harmony, a world of justice, solidarity, liberty, and prosperity. He has been petitioning lawmakers to criminalize statements made about him that are excessively truthful. I know you're wondering why I just wrote that. I'll explain shortly, but first, I should state that if it turns out that there's unquestionably no way to prevent Dr. Wist from insulting my intelligence then I guess it'll be time to throw my cards on the table and call it quits. I'll just have to give up trying to bring Dr. Wist down a peg and accept the fact that he keeps trying to craft propaganda that justifies laying waste to the environment. And if we don't remain eternally vigilant, he will undoubtedly succeed. No one that I speak with or correspond with is happy about this situation. Of course, I don't speak or correspond with unsophisticated showboaters, Dr. Wist's idolators, or anyone else who fails to realize that before Dr. Wist once again claims that his ideologies prevent smallpox, he should do some real research rather than simply play a game of bias reinforcement with his expositors. I profess I am not alone when I say that my goal is to reach out for things with permanence, things beyond wealth and comfort and pleasure, things that have real meaning. I will not stint in my labor in this direction. When I have succeeded, the whole world will know that one of Dr. Wist's most loyal mercenaries is known to have remarked, "Every featherless biped, regardless of intelligence, personal achievement, moral character, sense of responsibility, or sanity, should be given the power to engender ill will." And there you have it: a direct quote from a primary source. The significance of that quote is that Dr. Wist's language is turgid and incomprehensible. That's just a fancy way of saying that it's best to ignore most of the quotes that Dr. Wist so frequently cites. He takes quotes out of context; uses misleading, irrelevant, and out-of-date quotes; and presents quotes from legitimate authorities used misleadingly to support contentions that they did not intend and that are not true. In short, the first lies that Dr. Wist told us were relatively benign. Still, they have been progressing. And they will continue to progress until there is no more truth; his lies will grow until they blot out the sun. The bottom line is that I have put this letter before you, without any gain to myself, because I care.

Loved the first eight or so episodes, then it slowly started going downhill until it became awesome again with Light's mass murder and again with Mikami's introduction. Then it went back to its previous (somewhat dull) state. Light and Ryuk are the best, no contest. Mikami is cool too (SAKUJO!). Haven't read the manga yet (except for the pilot chapter which was really lame) but I plan to sometime in the near future. It had great moments and episodes but was just good overall, nothing more, nothing less.

<Nightmarre> HO <Nightmarre> LY <Nightmarre> SHIT <Nightmarre> I'M ALL ALONE <Nightmarre> IT'S ACTUALLY <Nightmarre> TOTALLY <Nightmarre> EMPTY come on people

I remember too.

Heart of Fire is epic. And I use this word sparingly.

Bloody Tears is nice, but it's so god damn overused I'm sick of it. Everywhere you go, Bloody Tears! Blood Tears there, Bloody Tears here! OMG DOES TIHS GAEM HAVV BLODIE TERS?!?!?!?!?!??! DIS NOT RL CV GAME NO BLODIHYEISHE TEARS RMIX WAT TEH HELL!!!!!!!11111111 Even the greatest pieces of music can become tiresome once overplayed and overused. But since I said I actually like Bloody Tears, despite being sick of it, here's my favourite version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2nOQnSwKMk But it is, in no way, the best Castlevania song, or even one of the best.

Time for some Castlevania metal.

Simon is on PSX too, anyway.

Two terrible bands. Terrible isn't enough for Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, it's just atrocious.