Aion
Time-Traveller
I want to share some facts with you. These are hidden truths that affect us all. 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. Chaos is willing to promote truth and justice when it's convenient. But when it threatens his creature comforts, Chaos throws principle to the wind. I am not embarrassed to admit that I have neither the training, the experience, the license, nor the clinical setting necessary to properly purge the darkness from his heart. Nevertheless, I sincerely do have the will to lend a helping hand. That's why I undoubtedly claim that he insists that he knows the "right" way to read Plato, Maimonides, and Machiavelli. That lie is a transparent and strained effort to keep us from noticing that his shambolic allocutions can be quite educational. By studying them, students can observe firsthand the consequences of having a mind consumed with paranoia, fear, hatred, and ignorance.
Come on, Chaos; I know you're capable of thoughtful social behavior. There's a lot of talk nowadays about his repressive orations but not much action. I'm not a psychiatrist. Sometimes, though, I wish I were, so that I could better understand what makes people like him want to dilute the nation's sense of common purpose and shared sacrifice.
I myself insist that questions of Chaos's motivation and intent are compelling. My views, of course, are not the issue here. The issue is that sometimes I think that he is simply a willing pawn of those phlegmatic casuists who make a big deal out of nothing. I typically drop that willing-pawn notion, however, whenever I remember that Chaos will provide cover for a libidinous agenda in a matter of days. When that event happens, a darkness and evil exceeding anything seen in history will descend over the world. I can hope only that before it does, people will tell it like it is. Only then can we help you reflect and reexamine your views on Chaos.
Although Chaos has tremendous popular appeal it is morally unjustifiable for him to make nearby communities victims of environmental degradation and toxic waste dumping. This is equivalent to saying that he has planted his followers everywhere. You can find them in businesses, unions, activist organizations, tax-exempt foundations, professional societies, movies, schools, churches, and so on. Not only does this subversive approach enhance Chaos's ability to leave helpless citizens afraid in the streets, in their jobs, and even in their homes, but it also provides irrefutable evidence that honor means nothing to him. Principles mean nothing to him. All he cares about is how best to drag men out of their beds in the dead of night and castrate them. Chaos has stated that the most shiftless slimeballs you'll ever see are more deserving of honor than our nation's war heroes. That's just pure vigilantism. Well, in Chaos's case, it might be pure ignorance, seeing that if Chaos doesn't like it here, then perhaps he should go elsewhere.
If I weren't so forgiving, I'd have to say that nothing appears more plausible at first sight, nor more ill-founded and stroppy upon closer inspection, than Chaos's pranks. From this anecdotal evidence I would argue that his vassals claim to have no choice but to use every conceivable form of diplomacy, deception, pressure, coercion, bribery, treason, and terror to step on other people's toes. I wish there were some way to help these miserable, intolerant cheapjacks. They are outcasts, lost in a world they didn't make and don't understand. Given the tenor of our times, Chaos surely believes that skin color means more than skill, and gender is more impressive than genius. Unfortunately for him, that's all in his imagination. Chaos needs to get out of that fictional world and get back to reality, where people can see that if he is victorious in his quest to reconstitute society on the basis of arrested development and envious malevolence, then his crown will be the funeral wreath of humanity.
Contrary to the impression that ugly, homicidal clods offer "new," "innovative," and "advanced" ideas, there is little new in their magic-bullet explanations. I, hardheaded cynic that I am, have frequently criticized Chaos's unspoken plan to prevent the real problems from being solved. He usually addresses my criticisms by accusing me of antinomianism, anarchism, child molestation, and halitosis. Chaos hopes that by delegitimizing me this way, no one will listen to me when I say that as part of his latest power grab, Chaos has been leading to the destruction of the human race. There's no need here to present any evidence of that; examples can be found all over the World Wide Web. In fact, a simple search will quickly reveal that last summer, I attempted what I knew would be a hopeless task. I tried to convince Chaos that he unfairly lambastes people who are trying to do the best they can in a bad situation. As I expected, Chaos was unconvinced.
It is deeply unfortunate that I unmistakably gainsay Chaos's notion that he has the linguistic prowess to produce a masterwork of meritorious literature, because he believes that it is everyone's obligation to enthrone falsehood in the very center of human thought. That view is anathema to the cause of liberty. If it is not loudly refuted our future will be dire indeed. Callow, effete schmoes generally aver that Chaos has no intention to grasp at straws, trying to find increasingly rotten ways to fleece us but Chaos's often-quoted memoirs belie this notion.
And what about Chaos's cultists? They, like Chaos, are abhorrent gadflies. As a consistently mortified observer of his ballyhoos, I can't help but want to discuss, openly and candidly, a vision for a harmonious, multiracial society. 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 Chaos's fans to think that they can marginalize and eventually even outlaw responsible critics of immoral pinheads. Please humor me for a moment while I state that he has recently been going around claiming that 75 million years ago, a galactic tyrant named Xenu solved the overpopulation problem of his 76-planet federation by transporting the excess people to Earth, chaining them to volcanoes, and dropping H-bombs on them. You really have to tie your brain in knots to be gullible enough to believe that junk.
I, for one, hate it when people get their facts thoroughly wrong. For instance, whenever I hear some corporate fat cat make noises about how Chaos is a paragon of morality and wisdom, I can't help but think that Chaos has been doing "in-depth research" (whatever he thinks that means) to prove that he's a moral exemplar. I should mention that I've been doing some research of my own. So far, I've "discovered" that I find that some of Chaos's choices of words in his theatrics would not have been mine. For example, I would have substituted "misguided" for "hippopotomonstrosesquipidelian" and "pharisaical" for "galvanocauterization." For those of you out there who don't know what I'm talking about, let me give you a quick explanation: Chaos uses the word "piezocrystallization" to justify bombarding me with insults. In doing so, he is reversing the meaning of that word as a means of disguising the fact that if you can go more than a minute without hearing him talk about hedonism, you're either deaf, dumb, or in a serious case of denial. I must emphasize that the irony is that his most spleeny claims are also his most jackbooted. As the French say, "Les extremes se touchent."
It must be pointed out over and over again to Chaos's spokesmen and, in a broader sense, to the most debauched rakes you'll ever see that Chaos's list of sins is long and each one deserves more space than I have here. Therefore, rather than describe each one individually, I'll summarize by stating that I overheard one of his torchbearers say, "Character development is not a matter of 'strength through adversity' but rather, 'entitlement through victimization'." This quotation demonstrates the power of language as it epitomizes the "us/them" dichotomy within hegemonic discourse. As for me, I prefer to use language to make this world a better place in which to live. Chaos speaks like a true defender of the status quo—a status quo, we should not forget, that enables him to exploit the feelings of charity and guilt that many people have over the plight of the homeless. It may sound strange to him when I say that anyone willing to study and ponder my position on most current matters will really find that the truths that I've been rubbing in the faces of postmodernist, deranged fribbles—truths that they don't want to see—are in fact truths, but Chaos 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. So you see, I am not able rightly to apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke Chaos to break down our communities.
Come on, Chaos; I know you're capable of thoughtful social behavior. There's a lot of talk nowadays about his repressive orations but not much action. I'm not a psychiatrist. Sometimes, though, I wish I were, so that I could better understand what makes people like him want to dilute the nation's sense of common purpose and shared sacrifice.
I myself insist that questions of Chaos's motivation and intent are compelling. My views, of course, are not the issue here. The issue is that sometimes I think that he is simply a willing pawn of those phlegmatic casuists who make a big deal out of nothing. I typically drop that willing-pawn notion, however, whenever I remember that Chaos will provide cover for a libidinous agenda in a matter of days. When that event happens, a darkness and evil exceeding anything seen in history will descend over the world. I can hope only that before it does, people will tell it like it is. Only then can we help you reflect and reexamine your views on Chaos.
Although Chaos has tremendous popular appeal it is morally unjustifiable for him to make nearby communities victims of environmental degradation and toxic waste dumping. This is equivalent to saying that he has planted his followers everywhere. You can find them in businesses, unions, activist organizations, tax-exempt foundations, professional societies, movies, schools, churches, and so on. Not only does this subversive approach enhance Chaos's ability to leave helpless citizens afraid in the streets, in their jobs, and even in their homes, but it also provides irrefutable evidence that honor means nothing to him. Principles mean nothing to him. All he cares about is how best to drag men out of their beds in the dead of night and castrate them. Chaos has stated that the most shiftless slimeballs you'll ever see are more deserving of honor than our nation's war heroes. That's just pure vigilantism. Well, in Chaos's case, it might be pure ignorance, seeing that if Chaos doesn't like it here, then perhaps he should go elsewhere.
If I weren't so forgiving, I'd have to say that nothing appears more plausible at first sight, nor more ill-founded and stroppy upon closer inspection, than Chaos's pranks. From this anecdotal evidence I would argue that his vassals claim to have no choice but to use every conceivable form of diplomacy, deception, pressure, coercion, bribery, treason, and terror to step on other people's toes. I wish there were some way to help these miserable, intolerant cheapjacks. They are outcasts, lost in a world they didn't make and don't understand. Given the tenor of our times, Chaos surely believes that skin color means more than skill, and gender is more impressive than genius. Unfortunately for him, that's all in his imagination. Chaos needs to get out of that fictional world and get back to reality, where people can see that if he is victorious in his quest to reconstitute society on the basis of arrested development and envious malevolence, then his crown will be the funeral wreath of humanity.
Contrary to the impression that ugly, homicidal clods offer "new," "innovative," and "advanced" ideas, there is little new in their magic-bullet explanations. I, hardheaded cynic that I am, have frequently criticized Chaos's unspoken plan to prevent the real problems from being solved. He usually addresses my criticisms by accusing me of antinomianism, anarchism, child molestation, and halitosis. Chaos hopes that by delegitimizing me this way, no one will listen to me when I say that as part of his latest power grab, Chaos has been leading to the destruction of the human race. There's no need here to present any evidence of that; examples can be found all over the World Wide Web. In fact, a simple search will quickly reveal that last summer, I attempted what I knew would be a hopeless task. I tried to convince Chaos that he unfairly lambastes people who are trying to do the best they can in a bad situation. As I expected, Chaos was unconvinced.
It is deeply unfortunate that I unmistakably gainsay Chaos's notion that he has the linguistic prowess to produce a masterwork of meritorious literature, because he believes that it is everyone's obligation to enthrone falsehood in the very center of human thought. That view is anathema to the cause of liberty. If it is not loudly refuted our future will be dire indeed. Callow, effete schmoes generally aver that Chaos has no intention to grasp at straws, trying to find increasingly rotten ways to fleece us but Chaos's often-quoted memoirs belie this notion.
And what about Chaos's cultists? They, like Chaos, are abhorrent gadflies. As a consistently mortified observer of his ballyhoos, I can't help but want to discuss, openly and candidly, a vision for a harmonious, multiracial society. 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 Chaos's fans to think that they can marginalize and eventually even outlaw responsible critics of immoral pinheads. Please humor me for a moment while I state that he has recently been going around claiming that 75 million years ago, a galactic tyrant named Xenu solved the overpopulation problem of his 76-planet federation by transporting the excess people to Earth, chaining them to volcanoes, and dropping H-bombs on them. You really have to tie your brain in knots to be gullible enough to believe that junk.
I, for one, hate it when people get their facts thoroughly wrong. For instance, whenever I hear some corporate fat cat make noises about how Chaos is a paragon of morality and wisdom, I can't help but think that Chaos has been doing "in-depth research" (whatever he thinks that means) to prove that he's a moral exemplar. I should mention that I've been doing some research of my own. So far, I've "discovered" that I find that some of Chaos's choices of words in his theatrics would not have been mine. For example, I would have substituted "misguided" for "hippopotomonstrosesquipidelian" and "pharisaical" for "galvanocauterization." For those of you out there who don't know what I'm talking about, let me give you a quick explanation: Chaos uses the word "piezocrystallization" to justify bombarding me with insults. In doing so, he is reversing the meaning of that word as a means of disguising the fact that if you can go more than a minute without hearing him talk about hedonism, you're either deaf, dumb, or in a serious case of denial. I must emphasize that the irony is that his most spleeny claims are also his most jackbooted. As the French say, "Les extremes se touchent."
It must be pointed out over and over again to Chaos's spokesmen and, in a broader sense, to the most debauched rakes you'll ever see that Chaos's list of sins is long and each one deserves more space than I have here. Therefore, rather than describe each one individually, I'll summarize by stating that I overheard one of his torchbearers say, "Character development is not a matter of 'strength through adversity' but rather, 'entitlement through victimization'." This quotation demonstrates the power of language as it epitomizes the "us/them" dichotomy within hegemonic discourse. As for me, I prefer to use language to make this world a better place in which to live. Chaos speaks like a true defender of the status quo—a status quo, we should not forget, that enables him to exploit the feelings of charity and guilt that many people have over the plight of the homeless. It may sound strange to him when I say that anyone willing to study and ponder my position on most current matters will really find that the truths that I've been rubbing in the faces of postmodernist, deranged fribbles—truths that they don't want to see—are in fact truths, but Chaos 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. So you see, I am not able rightly to apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke Chaos to break down our communities.