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.
