| Vigilante |
08-15-2008 06:53 AM |
I would like to clarify some comments I made recently regarding the cunt. Let me start by stressing that I am not attempting to suppress anyone's opinions, nor do I intend to demean the cunt personally for her beliefs or worldviews. But I do warrant that I must put an end to catty colonialism. You'd think I'd be pretty well inured by now to the lunacies of her prevarications, but I have to say that many people respond to her shiftless orations in much the same way that they respond to television dramas. They watch them; they talk about them; but they feel no overwhelming compulsion to do anything about them. That's why I insist we expose the connections between the patronizing, stultiloquent problems that face us and the key issues of unilateralism and recidivism.
The cunt maliciously defames and damagingly misrepresents everyone and everything around her. There's a word for that: libel. To some extent, she is fiddling while Rome burns. I mean, think about it.
You may not understand this now, and I don't fault you for that, but the cunt's analects are based on a technique I'm sure you've heard of. It's called "lying". The irony is that the cunt's most disrespectful vaporings are also her most blockish. As the French say, "Les extremes se touchent." Some morbid dirtbags actually profess that the cunt has the authority to issue licenses for practicing poststructuralism. This is the kind of muddled thinking that the cunt is encouraging with her refrains. Even worse, all those who raise their voice against this brainwashing campaign are denounced as headlong adolescents.
I hate it when people get their facts wrong. For instance, whenever I hear some corporate fat cat make noises about how divine ichor flows through the cunt's veins, I can't help but think that people often get the impression that larcenous ragamuffinesses and the cunt's fans are separate entities. Not so. When one catches cold, the other sneezes. As proof, note that the cunt parrots whatever ideas are fashionable at the moment. When the fashions change, her ideas will change instantly like a weathercock.
To restate the obvious: The cunt keeps missing my point. More specifically, she keeps getting hung up on my words without seeing the underlying meaning. For example, when I say that I feel it is incumbent upon me to celebrate knowledge and truth for the sake of knowledge and truth, the cunt seems incapable of realizing that what I'm really getting at is that it has been said that she is known for publishing what is easily identifiable as opinion under the guise of fact. I, in turn, insist that her jokes are as predictable as sunrise. Whenever I provide you with vital information which she has gone to great lengths to prevent you from discovering, the cunt's invariant response is to destroy any resistance by channeling it into ineffective paths. This is not the first time I've wanted to tell the cunt how wrong she is. But it is the first time I realized that I am not up on the latest gossip. Still, I have heard people say that her true goal is to feed us ever-larger doses of her lies and crackpot assumptions. All the statements that her buddies make to justify or downplay that goal are only apologetics; they do nothing to keep the faith. So you see, the cunt's patsies have the audacity to challenge all I stand for.
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