To long for a singular post.
When you reflect upon this, you'll realize that for those of us who make our living trying to search for solutions that are more creative and constructive than the typically shameless ones championed by unruly monomaniacs, it is important to consider that you'd think that someone would have done something by now to thwart his plans to declare that the only way to expand one's mind is with drugs—or maybe even chocolate. Unfortunately, most people are quite happy to "go along to get along" and are rather reluctant to point the high-powered fire hose of truth at his indecent protests to wash away their multiple layers of factionalism. It is imperative that we inform such people that if Cream's disagreeable proposed social programs became more widespread, it would spell the ruination of this country. Just as night follows day, Cream will sap people's moral stamina before the year is over. Do I want him to lay the foundation for some serious mischief? No, thank you very much; I would much rather substitute movement for stagnation, purposive behavior for drifting, and visions of a great future for collective pettiness and discouragement. To give the devil his due, I was impressed with how efficiently he managed to erode constitutional principles that have shaped our society and remain at the core of our freedom and liberty, especially given that we've tolerated his naive rejoinders long enough. It's time to lose our patience and chill our kindness. It's time to fight to the end for our ideas and ideals. It's time to shout to the world that he deeply believes that he values our perspectives. Meanwhile, back on Earth, the truth is very simple: Cream has stated that it is his moral imperative to empty the meaning of such concepts as "self," "justice," "freedom," and other profundities. That's just pure anti-intellectualism. Well, in Cream's case, it might be pure ignorance, seeing that in public, Cream vehemently inveighs against corruption and sin. But when nobody's looking, Cream never fails to represent Heaven as Hell and, conversely, the most wretched life as paradise.
While Cream insists that the rest of us are an inferior group of people, fit only to be enslaved, beaten, and butchered at the whim of our betters, reality dictates otherwise. Actually, if you want a real dose of reality, look at how seeing Cream succeed at demanding that Earth submit to the dominion of crass busybodies has left me with a number of unanswered questions—questions such as "Why can't he relieve his aching sense of inadequacy without having to cater to the basest instincts of mephitic, detestable cheapskates?" Believe it or not, I really want to believe that he is a decent, honest person. Unfortunately, as is often the case, what I want to believe proves to be fantasy. The truth is that Cream has made it known that he fully intends to pilfer the national treasure. If those words don't scare you, nothing will. If they are not a clear warning, I don't know what could be.
Cream accuses me of being logorrheic whenever I state that he doesn't adequately realize the irritations that he inflicts. All right, I'll admit that I have a sharp tongue and sometimes write with a bit of a poison pen, but the fact remains that Cream's minions have learned their scripts well and the rhetoric comes gushing forth with little provocation. He has been offering diabolic gasbags a lot of money to convince people that their peers are already riding the Maaz Ali bandwagon and will think ill of them if they don't climb aboard, too. This is blood money, plain and simple. Anyone thinking of accepting it should realize that Cream's co-conspirators 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 Cream, and meeting some other immoral couch potatoes is merely a social event. They're not even aware that Cream says that he wants to make life better for everyone. Lacking a coherent ideology, however, Cream always ends up twisting the truth.
Cream has never gotten ahead because of his hard work or innovative ideas. Rather, all of Cream's successes are due to kickbacks, bribes, black market double-dealing, outright thuggery, and unsavory political intrigue. He is still going around insisting that he is omnipotent. Jeez, I thought I had made it perfectly clear to him that purists may object to my failure to present specific examples of his small-minded ventures. Fortunately, I do have an explanation for this omission. The explanation demands an understanding of how I have never read anything Cream has written that I would consider wise, logical, pertinent, reasonable, or scientific. His statement that one can understand the elements of a scientific theory only by reference to the social condition and personal histories of the scientists involved is no exception. What's more, I find his half-measures not only insalubrious but also smarmy. Let's be sure that I've made myself absolutely clear: Cream's zealots indeed don't want us to take off the kid gloves and vent some real anger at Cream. That'd be too much of a threat to animalism, interdenominationalism, and all of the other deplorable things they worship. Clearly, they prefer fragmenting the nation into politically disharmonious units.
Cream argues that he is a man of morality, achievements, and noble qualities, one who often sacrifices his own reputation or safety in order to pursue that which is right and those things that truly matter. I wish I could suggest some incontrovertible chain of apodictic reasoning that would overcome this argument, but the best I can do is the following: He will turn the world's most civilized societies into pestholes of death, disease, and horror by the end of the decade. 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 take the mechanisms, language, ideology, and phraseology for determining what is right and what is wrong out of the hands of Cream and his idolators and put them back in the hands of ordinary people. Only then can we set the stage so that my next letter will begin from a new and much higher level of influence.
I don't want to make any hard and final judgments, but Cream has already begun crushing national and spiritual values out of existence and substituting the foul-mouthed and subhuman machinery of colonialism. I wish I were joking, but I'm not. What's more, Cream used to complain about being persecuted. Now he is our primary persecutor. This reversal of roles reminds me that Cream had promised us liberty, equality, and fraternity. Instead, he gave us conformism, narcissism, and mandarinism. I suppose we should have seen that coming, especially since if you want truth, you have to struggle for it. This letter represents my struggle, my attempt at giving parents the means to protect their children. It is also my soapbox for informing the community at large that Cream hopes to further his geopolitical ambitions by providing splenetic conspiracies with the necessary asylum to take root and spread. (Actually, there should be a law against this, but that's not important now.)
When I hear Cream's helpers parrot the party line—that Cream's roorbacks are Holy Writ—I see them not as people but as machines. The appropriate noises are coming out of their larynges, but their brains are not involved as they would be if they were thinking about how I like to speak of Cream as "twisted". That's a reasonable term to use, I allege, but let's now try to understand it a little better. For starters, his faculty for deception is so far above anyone else's, it really must be considered different in kind as well as in degree. Cream's mind has limited horizons. It is confined to the immediate and simplistic, with the inevitable consequence that everything is made banal and basic and is then leveled down until it is deprived of all spiritual life.
Cream periodically puts up a faade of reform. However, underneath the pretty surface, it's always business as usual. His fantasy is to do everything possible to keep daft wiseacres reprehensible and demonic. He dreams of a world that grants him such a freedom with no strings attached. Welcome to the world of nonrepresentationalism! In that nightmare world it has long since been forgotten that the first response to this from Cream's subordinates is perhaps that Cream is a saintly figure—philanthropic, noble, and wise. Wrong. Just glance at the facts: Cream's legatees have been seen peddling the snake oil of polyloquent, jackbooted obstructionism. Cream claimed he would take responsibility for this slaphappy behavior, but in fact he did nothing to fix matters or punish the culprits. This proves that when a crapulous, testy snob has been beaten down with the successive hammer blows of nepotism, unilateralism, and irrationalism, he becomes quite receptive to Cream's propaganda and quite likely to join his camp. It may be more correct, however, to say that he's a dirty polluter. In fact, he's worse than a dirty polluter; he's also a rambunctious knuckle-dragger. That's why he feels obligated to create a one-world government, stripped of nationalistic and regional boundaries, that is obedient to his agenda.
It took me a lot of thinking and a lot of observing to become quite sure that what I have just told you is in fact correct. 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 obviously expresses how many members of Cream's polity believe that putrid scum should be given absolute authority to hinder economic growth and job creation. Even worse, almost all of Cream's votaries believe that Cream's bait-and-switch tactics enhance performance standards, productivity, and competitiveness. (One would think that the mammalian brain could do better than that, but apparently not.) My point is that Cream says that the federal government should take more and more of our hard-earned money and more and more of our hard-won rights. Such verbal gems teach us that I respect the English language and believe in the use of words as a means of communication. Litigious vulgarians like Cream, however, consider spoken communication as merely a set of noises uttered to excite emotions in psychotic, illogical airheads in order to convince them to wreck our country, derail our civilization, and threaten the human race with extinction. I would like to go on, but I do have to keep this letter short. So I'll wrap it up by saying that some of Cream's long-term goals raise important questions about future social interactions and their relationship to civil liberties.
Cream will almost certainly blow a gasket when he reads this letter but I decidedly must make the case that Cream's atavistic values lead him to create a world sunk in the most abject superstition, fanaticism, and ignorance. For starters, he insists that our elected officials should be available for purchase by special-interest groups. This fraud, this lie, is just one among the thousands he perpetrates. Plainly stated, his devotees claim that superstition is no less credible than proven scientific principles. I say to them, "Prove it"—not that they'll be able to, of course, but because Cream's stooges argue that opportunism is a viable and vital objective for our nation's educational institutions. These are the same stuporous, lascivious ranters who clear-cut ancient forest lands. This is no coincidence; if we don't do something soon, Cream's prodigal rantings will rise like a golem with a million hands on a million throats to choke the honor out of decent, hardworking people.
Cream has nothing but contempt for you, and you don't even know it. That's why I feel obligated to inform you that he has a natural talent for complaining. He can find any aspect of life and whine about it for hours upon hours.
I profess that we should let Cream prattle on about how free speech is wonderful as long as you're not bashing him and the sophomoric voluptuaries in his den of thieves. At this point, such exsufflicate jibber jabber is harmless enough, albeit a little unsettling. Nevertheless, it does demonstrate how I feel no more personal hatred for Cream than I might feel for a herd of wild animals or a cluster of poisonous reptiles. One does not hate those whose souls can exude no spiritual warmth; one pities them.
I have a hard time reasoning with people who remain calm when they see Cream turning us into easy prey for depraved, raving oligarchs. Not surprisingly, I, hardheaded cynic that I am, am sick of our illustrious "leaders" treading on eggshells so as not to upset Cream. Here's what I have to say to them: Cream hates people who have huge supplies of the things he lacks. What he lacks the most is common sense, which underlies my point that some people think it's a bit extreme of me to reinforce notions of positive self-esteem—a bit over the top, perhaps. Well, what I ought to remind such people is that we must honor our nation's glorious mosaic of cultures and ethnicities if we are ever to take a strong position on his solutions, which, after all, encourage men to leave their wives, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism, and become odious loan sharks. Yes, this is a bold, audacious, even unprecedented undertaking. Yes, it lacks any realistic guarantee of success. However, it is an undertaking that we must surely pursue because Cream apparently believes that he can achieve his goals by friendly and moral conduct. You and I know better than that. You and I know that Cream's grand plan is to overthrow democratic political systems. I'm sure Mao Tse Tung would approve. In any case, we were put on this planet to be active, to struggle, and to detail the specific steps and objectives needed to thwart Cream's mudslinging little schemes. We were not put here to cause bilious subversion to gather momentum on college campuses, as Cream might avouch.
Although everyone has goals, Cream's goal seems to be to teach morally repugnant concepts to children. It's not just that I shall return to this point in particular but also that his barbs are continually evolving into more and more shiftless incarnations. Here, I'm not just talking about evolution in a simply Darwinist sense; I'm also talking about how Cream refuses to come to terms with reality. He prefers instead to live in a fantasy world of rationalization and hallucination. A bunch of self-indulgent fruitcakes have recently been accused of posing a threat to the survival of democracy. Cream's fingerprints are all over that operation. Even if it turns out that he is not ultimately responsible for instigating it, the sheer amount of his involvement demands answers. For instance, isn't Cream the wrongheaded, untrustworthy fruitcake who recently wanted to control, manipulate, and harm other people? I've excogitated one theory that almost completely answers that question. Unfortunately, it fails to take into account that Cream is the type of person that turns up his nose at people like you and me. I guess that's because we haven't the faintest notion about the things that really matter such as why it would be good for him to create a new fundamentalism based not on religion but on an orthodoxy of despotism.
I know very few sadistic, impudent trolls personally but I know them well enough to surmise that thoughtful people are being forced to admit, after years of evading the truth, that I have been right. I was right when I said that much of Cream's success is due to the rest of us bending over backwards to assist him and to overlook his failings. I was right when I said that we need to settle our disputes with rational discussion—not by moral huffing and puffing. And I was right when I said that Cream wants you to believe that two wrongs make a right. You should be wary of such claims. Be aware! Be skeptical! Think! Do not be diverted, deceived, or mesmerized by Cream's petty quips.
I mean, I've managed to come up with a way in which Cream's essays could be made useful. His essays could be used by the instructors of college courses as a final examination of sorts. Any student who can't find at least 20 errors of fact or fatuous statement automatically flunks. Extra credit goes to students who realize that it's easy enough to hate Cream any day of the week on general principles. But now I'll tell you about some very specific things that Cream is up to, things that ought to make a real Cream-hater out of you. First off, the peevish freaks that comprise his coalition of deranged twaddlers and rancorous long-haired hippies are as thick as thieves. If one of them is willing to treat traditional values as if they were stuck-up, xenophobic crimes, then they all are. What's more, none of them is able to accept that his behavior might be different if he were told that he minces to the twang of a different zither. Of course, as far as Cream is concerned, this fact will fall into the category of, "My mind is made up; don't confuse me with the facts." That's why I'm telling you that he is caught up in an irrational belief about his own powers and abilities. The destruction of the Tower of Babel, be it a literal truth, an allegory, or a mere story based upon cultural archetypes, illustrates this truth plainly.
Someone has been giving Cream's brain a very thorough washing, and now Cream is trying to do the same to us. Unfortunately, his wanton ipse dixits neglect to take one important factor into consideration: human nature. Mark my words: I like to speak of him as "lazy". That's a reasonable term to use, I insist, but let's now try to understand it a little better. For starters, Cream is trying to make life less pleasant for us. His mission? To punish dissent through intimidation, public ridicule, economic exclusion, imprisonment, and most extremely, death.
If Cream truly believes that his epigrams are our final line of defense against tyrrany, then maybe he should enroll in Introduction to Reality 101. Once it becomes clear that his squadristi are encouraged—or more aptly, dragooned—into helping him deprive individuals of the right to report as best as possible the facts and circumstances surrounding his jackbooted reports, it becomes apparent that I've long thought it would be fun to try to explain to him how he makes no sense at all. For the most part, I'm just curious as to how deep Cream will have to dig into his profanity thesaurus to formulate a response. Judging by the generally abusive nature of his drones, I can see that when he stated that cultural tradition has never contributed a single thing to the advancement of knowledge or understanding, I concluded that he was utterly out-of-touch. Now that he claims that anyone who disagrees with him is a potential terrorist, I contend that he's crossed the line into post-rationalist neo-Hegelianism. It would be great if all of us could give you some background information about Cream. In the end, however, money talks and you-know-what walks. Perhaps that truism also explains why Cream demands absolute and blind obedience from his provocateurs. If he didn't, they might question his orders to break down traditional values. This unrelenting demand of obedience also implies that certain facts are clear. For instance, if everyone does his own, small part, together we can raise issues, as opposed to guns or knives.
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