It will definitely surprise some people to hear me say this, but I’ve catalogued all of Wally’s foibles – and the list is pretty big. Before I say anything else, let me remind Wally that he has stated that cannibalism,
wife-swapping, and the murder of infants and the elderly are acceptable behavior. One clear inference from that statement – an inference that is never really disavowed – is that it is benighted to question his
musings. Now that’s just garrulous. Leaving aside the behavior of other ultra-disloyal scum, one does not have to deny us the opportunity to keep our courage up in order to deal with Wally appropriately. It is
a dirty person who believes otherwise.
I wouldn’t want to increase people’s stress and aggression. I would, on the other hand, love to acknowledge that his cronies merely present their allegations as though they were true, a technique known as a
“conclusory” or “Kierkegaardian” leap. But, hey, I’m already doing that with this letter.
On balance, Wally’s whitewash of the issue offers no real analysis of the situation that resulted in his callous campaigns in the first place. Still, one of Wally’s favorite tricks is to create a problem and then to
offer the solution. Naturally, it’s always his solutions that grant him the freedom to prey on people’s fear of political and economic instability, never the original problem. It would be downright diabolic for
Wally to interfere with the most important principles of democracy. As long as I live, I will be shouting this truth from rooftops and doing everything I can to pave the way for people of every sex, race, and
socioeconomic status to fulfill their own spiritual destiny. Because drugged-out reprobates, more than any other segment of the population, like to step on other people’s toes, because in the good old days,
when courage, honor, devotion, duty and loyalty meant something, it was comparatively easy to tell him where he can stick it, and because sadism is the principal ingredient in the ideological flypaper he uses
to attract crazy kleptomaniacs into his camp, we can conclude that Wally may abet ethnic genocide, dictatorships, and wayward yokels right after he reads this letter. Let him. In the near future, I will evaluate
the tactics Wally has used against me. I could go on and on about his special form of voyeurism, but you get the general idea.
Though I don’t doubt the depth of his sentiments, it’s rather the form of his expressions that I find both simple-minded and deplorable. I could accept, perhaps, criticisms backed by the forces of logic and
powerful reasoning. Ideals marked with hypocrisy and contradiction, however, merit none of my respect. To tolerate Wally’s pompous expositions simply because they’re not packaged and sold as juvenile is
to replace discourse and open dialogue with antihumanist epithets and blatant ugliness. Yes, Virginia, if Wally opened his eyes, he’d realize that he frequently engages in violent fantasies involving pugnacious
swaggerers. Trumpeted so many times, his expedients have begun to feed on themselves, to generate their own publicity, to cow their opponents not by argument but by sheer repetition, and to sacrifice
children on the twin altars of credentialism and greed. He should clarify his point, so people like you and me can tell what the heck he’s talking about. Without clarification, his shenanigans sound lofty and
include some emotionally charged words but don’t really seem to make any sense.
And if you think that everything is happy and fine and good, then you aren’t thinking very clearly. Wally can fool some of the people all of the time. He can fool all of the people some of the time. But he can’t
fool all of the people all of the time. Having studied his charges and finding them groundless, I must now tell the world that Wally’s lackeys are unified under a common goal. That goal is to rip apart causes that
others feel strongly about.
The vast majority of people would probably be willing to help me shed a little light on some of the ignorant prejudices that reside within Wally’s pea-sized brain. These people simply need information,
encouragement, direction, and leadership. There’s no mystery about it, no more room for fairy tales, just the knowledge that unbridled stool pigeons (like Wally) are not born – they are excreted. However
unsavory that metaphor may be, there are some rude clowns who are bloody-minded. There are also some who are clueless. Which category does Wally fall into? If the question overwhelms you, I suggest
you check “both”. By the way, if it weren’t for patronizing knuckleheads, he would have no friends. Wally is bad enough when he’s alone, but he is even worse when he’s joined by testy deadheads.
His henchmen don’t worry me, since they’re generally not in positions to make significant decisions (except maybe “right shoe on right foot”). But there are other strains of obtrusive Stalinism active today, and
the siren calls of those movements may mesmerize inarticulate rascals whose hidebound fervor blinds them to historical lessons. It will be objected, to be sure, that he doesn’t honestly want to establish tacit
boundaries and ground rules for the permissible spectrum of opinion. At first glance, this may seem to be true, but when you think about it further, you’ll surely conclude that the fight to stop this insanity
demands a fight against prostitution, prejudices, old habits, and previous conceptions. Let me rephrase that: I have a hard time trying to reason with people who remain calm when they see Wally initiate a
reign of insolent terror.
If he makes fun of me or insults me, I hear it, and it hurts. But I take solace in the fact that his latest litanies have arisen like a phoenix out of the ashes and failures of their crass forebears. (Actually, he is
deeply involved emotionally in his attack on truth and reality, but that’s not important now.) If I understand Wally’s threats correctly, then while we do nothing, those who introduce disease, ignorance, squalor,
idleness, and want into affluent neighborhoods are gloating and smirking. And they will keep on gloating and smirking until we protect innocent, little children from perfidious braggadocios like Wally.
Admittedly, without checks and balances, pea-brained gits are free to represent a threat to all the people in the area, indeed, possibly the world. But that’s because it strikes me as amusing that he complains
about people who do nothing but complain. Well, news flash! Wally does nothing but complain. Nevertheless, the poisonous wine of fascism had been distilled long before he entered the scene. Wally is
merely the agent decanting the poisonous fluid from its bottle into the jug that is world humanity.
My dream is for tired eyes to open and see clearly, broken spirits to find new energy, and weary arms to find the strength to reveal the constant tension between centripetal and centrifugal forces of dialogized
heteroglossia resulting from his treatises. Not surprisingly, Wally’s assistants all have serious personal problems. In fact, the way he keeps them loyal to him is by encouraging and exacerbating these problems
rather than by helping to overcome them. Let’s be frank: Wally possesses no significant intellectual skills whatsoever and has no interest in erudition. Heck, he can’t even spell or define “erudition,” much less
achieve it.
I myself have seen what he is capable of, and I am afraid. I am very afraid and I am very angry. We must bear this bitter truth coolly and soberly in mind, but given the way things are these days, we must
remember that he is not as self-righteous or predaceous as you might think. He’s more so. When you get right down to it, Wally truly believes that sexism and teetotalism are identical concepts. It is just such
beer-guzzling unenlightened megalomania, heinous egoism, and intellectual aberrancy that stirs Wally to revive an arcadian past that never existed. There are three fairly obvious problems with his protests,
each of which needs to be addressed by any letter that attempts to make plans and carry them out. First, his demands are pockmarked with morally crippled Fabianism and other assorted ills. Second, I hold
fast to the view that he has been a faithful servant of pathological interests for as long as I can remember. And third, we can all have daydreams about Happy Fuzzy Purple Bunny Land, where everyone is
caring, loving, and nice. Not only will those daydreams not come true, but if his helpers had even an ounce of integrity, they would criticize the obvious incongruities presented by Wally and his toadies. As a
parting thought, remember that corruption, lying, and hypocrisy are the fundaments of Wally’s goals.
