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Tiger Guy:

--- Quote from: gamefreak171 on February 18, 2012, 12:04:14 PM ---you guys are idiots for not realizing that cogs just used an old generator that we've all seen before

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Spoiler (click to show/hide)There is a dark force working to make bribery legal and part of business as usual. That dark force is Gamefreak. I assume you already know that anyone the least bit knowledgeable about Gamefreak's uppity background would know that there is no disguising the fact that I will let Gamefreak's record speak for itself, but I have something more important to tell you. His subordinates don't want us to stand by our principles and be true to them on all occasions, in all places, against all foes, and at whatever cost. That'd be too much of a threat to isolationism, ultracrepidarianism, and all of the other churlish things they worship. Clearly, they prefer contaminating clear thinking with Gamefreak's officious philosophies.

Gamefreak offers two principal reasons as to why he would never dream of shattering other people's lives and dreams. He argues that (1) it's perfectly safe to drink and drive, and (2) a book of his writings would be a good addition to the Bible. These arguments are invalid for the following reasons: First, if we do nothing, he will keep on remaking the map of the world into a Gamefreak-friendly checkerboard of puppet regimes and occupation governments. One cannot change this all in a moment, but one can scrap the entire constellation of noxious ideas that brought us to our present point. This state of affairs demands the direct assault on those self-pitying demands that seek to traduce and discredit everyone but atrabilious, obstinate scrubs. Given what we know about his mumpish viewpoints, I'd say that Gamefreak's recent use of frotteurism to put the gods of heaven into the corner as obsolete and outmoded and, in their stead, burn incense to the idol Mammon is about par for the course. There are three fairly obvious problems with Gamefreak's press releases, each of which needs to be addressed by any letter that attempts to set the record straight. First, the worst classes of malapert maladroit-types there are would be far more bearable if they didn't quash other people's opinions. Second, we ignore Gamefreak at our own peril. And third, Gamefreak has been going around saying that the rules don't apply to him. That's a bit of a furphy. The truth is that the spectrum of views between revisionism and totalitarianism is not a line but a circle at which pathetic deviants and pretentious warlords meet. To properly place Gamefreak somewhere in that spectrum one needs to realize that I want to warn the public against those callow, prodigal varmints whose positive accomplishments are always practically nil but whose conceit can scarcely be excelled. That may seem simple enough, but Gamefreak keeps trying to take us all on an entirely reckless ride into the unknown. And if we don't remain eternally vigilant, he will undeniably succeed. No one that I speak with or correspond with is happy about this situation. Of course, I don't speak or correspond with costive, biggety scumbags, Gamefreak's grunts, or anyone else who fails to realize that Gamefreak likes hariolations that kill the messenger and control the message. Could there be a conflict of interest there? If you were to ask me, I'd say that it's his belief that my letters demonstrate a desire to concoct labels for people, objects, and behaviors in order to manipulate the public's opinion of them. I can't understand how anyone could go from anything I ever wrote to such a rude idea. In fact, my letters generally make the diametrically opposite claim, that Gamefreak says that he wants to make life better for everyone. Lacking a coherent ideology, however, Gamefreak always ends up sapping people's moral stamina.

Pardon my saying so, but I stand by what I've written before, that I have no idea why Gamefreak believes that free speech is wonderful as long as you're not bashing him and the randy cheapjacks in his brownshirt brigade. Perhaps the thought popped into his head during omphaloskepsis. In any case, Gamefreak is causing all sorts of problems for us. We must grasp these problems with both hands and deal with them in a forthright way. Gamefreak loves getting up in front of people and telling them that we can stop privatism merely by permitting government officials entrée into private homes to search for meddlesome popinjays. He then boasts about how he'll reduce social and cultural awareness to a dictated set of guidelines to follow sooner than you think. It's all part of the media spectacle that is Gamefreak. Of course, he soaks it up and wallows in it like a pig in mud. Speaking of pigs and mud, Gamefreak's smear tactics have experienced a considerable amount of evolution (or perhaps more accurately, genetic drift) over the past few weeks. They used to be simply dour. Now, not only are they both perverted and hostile, but they also serve as unequivocal proof that either Gamefreak has no real conception of the sweep of history, or he is merely intent on winning some debating pin by trying to pierce a hole in my logic with "facts" that are taken out of context.

One of the mingy junkies in Gamefreak's employ has penned an extensive treatise whose thesis is that Gamefreak would never even consider advocating his stances amid a hue and cry as temerarious as it is intransigent. Contrary to what that embarrassingly emollient hagiography asserts, Gamefreak ignores a breathtaking number of facts, most notably:

Fact: Gamefreak has an ideological axe to grind.

Fact: Gamefreak's feigned sanctity and godliness serve to disengage the critical reasoning faculties of his rivals, leading them to accept Gamefreak's story that he can absorb mana by devouring his enemies' brains.

Fact: Writing letters like this one has earned me more hate mail from him than you would care to hear about.

In addition, it is easy to see faults in others. But it takes perseverance to ensure that the values for which we have labored and for which many of us have fought and sacrificed will continue in ascendancy. In its annual report on money-grubbing incidents, the government concluded that I can't make heads or tails of Gamefreak's pleas. I mean, does he want to ransack people's homes, or doesn't he?

I know very few callous, moonstruck publishers of hate literature personally but I know them well enough to surmise that I obviously assert that Gamefreak's latest ethics have arisen like a phoenix out of the ashes and failures of their sanctimonious forebears. My views, of course, are not the issue here. The issue is that he wonders why everyone hates him. Apparently, he never stopped to think that maybe it's because his gofers say, "Gamefreak's hatchet jobs epitomize wholesome family entertainment." Yes, I'm afraid they really do talk like that. It's the only way for them to conceal that sucking up to stolid con artists is a mug's game. The only reason he does things like that is because his rich repertoire of socially inept, spleenful initiatives serves only to lead an active disinformation campaign. It's that simple.

By and large, I feel that I have a workable strategy for creating a world in which dogmatism, quislingism, and allotheism are all but forgotten. Naturally, the proof of the pudding is in the eating, but I have already established that given the amount of misinformation that Gamefreak is circulating, I must unequivocally point out that when I hear him say that space aliens are out to lay eggs in our innards or ooze their alien hell-slime all over us, I have to wonder about him. Is he utterly revolting? Is he simply being diversivolent? Or is he merely embracing a delusion in which he must believe in order to continue believing in himself? The answer is rather depressing, but I'll tell you anyway. The answer begins with the observation that if Gamefreak opened his eyes, he'd realize that he is a tremendous deadweight on our will and morale.

To those readers who believe that the world is crying out to labor beneath Gamefreak's firm but benevolent heel, you have not been paying attention. If five years ago I had described a person like Gamefreak to you and told you that in five years he'd mete out harsh and arbitrary punishment against his critics until they're intimidated into a benumbed, neutralized, impotent, and non-functioning mass, you'd have thought me acrasial. You'd have laughed at me and told me it couldn't happen. So it is useful now to note that, first, it has happened and, second, to try to understand how it happened and how his flacks have been waxing stridently about ageism, Gamefreak's perorations, and why Gamefreak should foment a radical realignment of industrialized economies. Meanwhile, I have been answering the sanguinolent lowbrows who pass off all sorts of unmannerly and obviously disagreeable stuff on others as a so-called "inner experience". What do I hope to achieve by doing such a thing? I hope to achieve widespread recognition that Gamefreak likes to quote all of the saccharine, sticky moralisms about "human rights" and the evils of pharisaism. But as soon as we stop paying attention, he invariably instructs his cringers to represent Heaven as Hell and, conversely, the most wretched life as paradise. Then, when someone notices, the pattern repeats from the beginning. Though this game may seem perverse beyond belief to any sane individual it makes perfect sense in light of Gamefreak's negligent prank phone calls.

Couldn't you figure that out for yourself, Gamefreak? He apparently believes that drug money is being used to pay for the construction of huge underground cities intended to house both humans and aliens who serve a secret, transnational shadow government. You and I know better than that. You and I know that Gamefreak is totally versipellous. When he's among plebeians, Gamefreak warms the cockles of their hearts by remonstrating against fetishism. But when Gamefreak is safely surrounded by his pals, he instructs them to erect a shrine of adversarialism. That type of cunning two-sidedness tells us that this is a problem long overdue for debate. I could write pages on the subject, but the following should suffice. Gamefreak should stop protesting against his weaknesses and shortcomings. Rather, he should forgive himself for them and seek to strengthen himself by facing his ill-tempered fears. Then, perhaps, Gamefreak would stop covering up his criminal ineptitude.

Perhaps Gamefreak has some sound arguments on his side, but if so, he's keeping them well hidden; all the arguments I've heard from him are absolutely wrongheaded. I am intellectually honest enough to admit my own previous ignorance in that matter. I wish only that he had the same intellectual honesty.

Now, more than ever, we must see through the haze of tribalism. There are few certainties in life. I have counted only three: death, taxes, and Gamefreak doing some mad thing every few weeks. Gamefreak has recently been bouncing around like a kangaroo trying to dump effluent into creeks, lakes, streams, and rivers. May we never forget this if we are to deny Gamefreak and his lapdogs a chance to make bigotry respectable.ur a butt snifer

Sabb:
The serious wall of text posts aren't funny but okay ._..
(I know they're from a derp generator thing but I say it kind of defeats the purpose of the thread)

Deathie:

--- Quote from: Sabb on February 18, 2012, 12:35:09 PM ---The serious wall of text posts aren't funny but okay ._..
(I know they're from a derp generator thing but I say it kind of defeats the purpose of the thread)

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Just because you don't find them funny, doesn't mean that we don't.

ursus:

--- Quote from: Snivy M.D. on February 18, 2012, 01:11:07 PM ---Just because you don't find them funny, doesn't mean that we don't.

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No, it's Sabb's official job to notify us whether something is funny or not.

Supertoaster:

--- Quote from: cogsandspigots on February 18, 2012, 11:57:42 AM ---I feel compelled to preface my remarks with the following: I am not Sabb's whipping boy. It may help if I begin my discussion by relating an innocuous story in order to illustrate my point: A few days ago I was arguing with a particularly refractory nudnik who was insisting that free speech is wonderful as long as you're not bashing Sabb and the disorderly troglodytes in his caciquism movement. I tried to convince this snippy stool pigeon that I'll tell you what we need to do about all the craziness Sabb is mongering. We need to bring Sabb down a peg. For all intents and purposes, if his propositions get any more biased, I expect they'll grow legs and attack me in my sleep.

Sabb is squarely in favor of snobbism and its propensity to make human life negligible and cheap. This is so typical of Sabb: he condemns bigotry and injustice except when it benefits him personally. According to the latest scientific evidence, he and his bootlickers are a bunch of simpletons. As you know, simpletons are twits; twits are ignoramuses; ignoramuses are slanderers; and slanderers all want to promote mediocrity over merit. The point is that Sabb never stops boasting about his generous contributions to charitable causes. As far as I can tell, however, his claimed magnanimousness is utterly chimerical, and, furthermore, I have a hard time reasoning with people who remain calm when they see Sabb funding a vast web of vitriolic prigs, simple-minded, petulant extortionists, and inane nincompoops.

When I say that Sabb governs his buddies with a dictatorial and brutal fist, forcing them to damn this nation and this world to Hell, I consider this to mean that he is willing to promote truth and justice when it's convenient. But when it threatens his creature comforts, he throws principle to the wind. To belittle all fine social standards is an injustice.

Sabb has been fairly successful in his efforts to burn our fair cities to the ground. That just goes to show what can be done with a little greed, a complete lack of scruples, and the help of a bunch of cantankerous talebearers. In these days of political correctness and the changing of how history is taught in schools to fulfill a particular agenda, I am making a pretty serious accusation here. I am accusing him of planning to utilize legal, above-ground organizing in combination with illegal, underground tactics to abet a resurgence of malicious Marxism. And I don't want anyone to think that I am basing my accusation only on the fact that his lapdogs have the gall to accuse me of destabilizing society. Were these sanctimonious freeloaders born without a self-awareness gene? The key to answering such questions is to realize that for Sabb, all roads lead to priggism.

Sabb has repeatedly threatened to impose theological straightjackets on scriptural interpretation. Maybe that's just for maximum scaremongering effect. Or maybe it's because if Sabb were to open new avenues for the expression of hate, social upheaval and violence would follow. It is therefore clear that Sabb keeps stating over and over again that courtesy and manners don't count for anything. This drumbeat refrain is clearly not consistent with the facts on the ground—facts such as that Sabb wants nothing less than to lobotomize everyone caught thinking an independent thought, hence his repeated, almost hypnotic, insistence on the importance of his morally questionable put-downs. I have reason to believe that Sabb is about to take a condescending cheap shot at a person that most demonic schemers will never be in a position to condescend to. I pray that I'm wrong, of course, because the outcome could be devastating. Nevertheless, the indications are there that as long as the beer keeps flowing and the paychecks keep coming, Sabb's flacks don't really care that he has been trying to conceal his plans to expand, augment, and intensify the size and intrusiveness of his coalition of presumptuous wimps and recalcitrant moochers. Fortunately, the truth about his soporific viewpoints is spreading like a jungle fire. Soon, everyone will know that I fully intend to proscribe Sabb and his vicegerents as the most dangerous enemies of the people. I will spare no labor in doing this and reckon no labor lost that brings me toward this mark. Even so, behind Sabb's mask of benevolence stands a complete plan for world government, world power, world conquest, and the promotion of devious alarmism. That conclusion is not based on some sort of scurrilous philosophy or on Sabb-style mental masturbation, but on widely known and proven principles of science. These principles explain that Sabb is known for preaching fear and ignorance. This is not only a grotesque betrayal of the principles that Sabb himself claims to uphold but a clear demonstration of how you should never forget the three most important facets of Sabb's editorials, namely their beastly origins, their internal contradictions, and their tendentious nature.

Sabb constantly insists that unfounded attacks on character, loads of hyperbole, and fallacious information are the best way to make a point. But he contradicts himself when he says that every word that leaves his mouth is teeming with useful information. Because of his scare tactics, our schools simply do not teach the basics anymore. Instead, they preach the theology of lewd exhibitionism.

Everybody loves a good game of hide-and-seek: find the person, find the hidden item, or, in Sabb's case, find the hidden agenda. Sabb's secret passion is to make things worse. For shame! Out of the vast number of devastating evils for which superficial twerps are directly or indirectly responsible, I shall pick out only a single one which is most in keeping with the inner essence of Sabb's lecherous, loathsome goals: communism. Essentially, if my own experience has taught me anything, it's that Sabb's latest diatribe is Sabb-style lunacy at its very finest. Every despicable word of that diatribe paints a perfect picture of Sabb's hysteria and reveals that Sabb has been telling everyone that space gods arriving in flying saucers will save humanity from self-destruction. I would like to remind Sabb that false words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil.

Sabb keeps talking about the importance of his cause. As far as I can tell, his "cause" is to demand that Earth submit to the dominion of invidious, sexist fanatics. He deeply believes—and wants us to believe as well—that his cause is just, that it's moral, and that the world will love him for promoting it. In reality, Sabb says that everyone who scrambles aboard the Maaz Ali bandwagon is guaranteed a smooth ride. Hey, Sabb, how about telling us the truth for once?

One wonders if Sabb has the cheek to deprive individuals of the right to spread the word about his stentorian philippics to our friends, our neighbors, our relatives, our co-workers—even to strangers. I, not being one of the many insincere pissants of this world, truly hope not because he wants us to feel sorry for the chthonic power brokers who mobilize support for the special interests that dominate state and private activity. I aver we should instead feel sorry for their victims, all of whom know full well that Sabb has been trying to popularize the narrative that the health effects of secondhand smoke are negligible. My fear is that if he's successful at promoting such cockamamy notions then even the man on the Clapham omnibus may agree to let him spread hatred, animosity, and divisiveness. We must burn the candle at both ends until we find a way to reinforce notions of positive self-esteem, and besides, he has been going around claiming that trees cause more pollution than automobiles do. When challenged about the veracity of that message, Sabb attributed its contradictions of the truth to "poetic license". That means "lying".

Several things Sabb has said have brought me to the boiling point. The statement of his that made the strongest impression on me, however, was something to the effect of how he can scare us by using big words like "historicocabbalistical". When I'm through with him he'll think twice before attempting to peonize and enslave his foes. Take, for example, hypocritical paper-pushers. Now look at Sabb. If you don't believe there's a similarity then consider that he's a psychologically defective person. He's what the psychiatrists call a constitutional psychopath or a sociopath. He can push me only so far and no farther. But even if we disregard all that and examine only his benighted prank phone calls, this seems to me to be enough to show that the hour is late indeed. Fortunately, it's not yet too late to discuss the relationship between three converging and ever-growing factions—lascivious thought police, stubborn opportunists, and sex-crazed showboaters. I suppose that's all I have to say in this letter. If there are any points on which you require explanation or further particulars I shall be glad to furnish such additional details as may be required.

This letter comes to you in the hope that it will find the place in your mind where rationality resides and where decency and sanity, coupled with a healthy sense of anger, will trigger appropriate action. For starters, if I said that unfounded attacks on character, loads of hyperbole, and fallacious information are the best way to make a point, I'd be a liar. But I'd be being completely honest if I said that if I chose to do so I could write exclusively about Sabb's unsympathetic assertions and never be lacking for material. Nonetheless, I'd rather spend some time discussing how Sabb plans to promote gnosticism's traits as normative values to be embraced when you least expect it. I'd like to see him try to get away with such a plan; that should be good for a laugh. You see, most people have already observed that Sabb's adherents have tried repeatedly to assure me that Sabb will eventually tire of his plan to exhibit a deep disdain for all people who are not crude person non grat and will then step aside and let us substitute movement for stagnation, purposive behavior for drifting, and visions of a great future for collective pettiness and discouragement. When that will happen is unclear—probably sometime between "don't hold your breath" and "beware of flying pigs".

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