Doesn't anyone get the point? It doesn't matter for squat that day in and day out, Mr. Spicy Pickles has been working hard to hijack our educational system and turn it into a self-cloning propaganda machine. What's far more relevant is that it is almost impossible for him to be truthful on a consistent basis. In the text that follows we will dissect and examine his demands and leave the conclusion, with no tipping of the scales, to the logic of the facts. We begin with the observation that if Spicy would abandon his name-calling and false dichotomies it would be much easier for me to free people from the fetters of presenteeism's poisonous embrace. Doing so will at least prove that he was a moonstruck Zoilist when I first encountered him. He's a moonstruck Zoilist now. And there is no more reason for believing that he will ever cease to be a moonstruck Zoilist than there is for supposing that if Spicy kicks us in the teeth we'll then lick his toes and beg for another kick.
Spicy gets a lot of perks from the system. True to form, he ceaselessly moves the goalposts to prevent others from benefiting from the same perks. This suggests that Spicy alleges that focusing on what unites rather than divides us is something to be regulated, policed, feared, and controlled. He bases this belief on dubious Internet sources, which backs up my claim that Spicy is more than just the match lighting the tinder that beggarly administrators have long been preparing. Spicy is the one who decided to launch a salvo of unruly false-flag operations against the somber, oppressed masses. He's the one who decided to combine the most sordid avarice with the most invincible hatred of the very people who tolerate and enrich him. And he's the one who needs to acknowledge that his drug-induced ravings are based on hate. Hate, sesquipedalianism, and an intolerance of another viewpoint, another way of life.
Spicy has been going around saying that he's merely trying to make this world a better place in which to live. That's a bit of a furphy. The truth is that Spicy has been spitting on sacred icons. That is a fundamental violation of common law and demonstrates that either Spicy 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. All I'm trying to do here is indicate in a rough and approximate way the ungrateful tendencies that make Spicy want to test another formula for silencing serious opposition. I am not going to go into too great a detail about prurient grafters, but be assured that several things he 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 five-crystal orgone generators can eliminate mind-control energies that are being radiated from secret, underground, government facilities.
Spicy is a horny liar. Let's list some of Spicy's more cantankerous lies: First, he professes that anyone who dares to reinforce the contentions of all reasonable people and confute those of hate-filled uncongenial-types can expect to suffer hair loss and tooth decay as a result. Second, he proclaims that his viewpoints won't be used for political retribution. And third, he wants us to believe that wars end only when a goodhearted, newly enlightened tyrant heeds the advice of transnational peace activists. I presented that list to get you to see that Spicy sneakily avoids using the word “Marxism” in colloquy so as not to draw attention to his true aim of exploiting Marxism to lower scholastic standards. Instead, he subtly calls to mind the concept of Marxism via associative, paronomastic, or other collateral mechanisms, operating across or behind or under words that are present. The result is an obscuring of the fact that if we're not careful, Spicy's deceitful ideologies will throw us into a third world war sooner than you think.
Thanks to Spicy, a slow and secret poison has entered the vitals of our society, sapping from citizens that public courage which is nourished by the love of independence, the sense of national honor, the presence of danger, and the habit of command. All we're left with is a somber realization that Spicy's communiqués present highly tendentious constructions as undisputed truth. He vehemently denies that, of course. But he obviously would because we are indeed living in brutish times. You may have detected a hint of sarcasm in the way I phrased that last statement, but I assure you that I am not exaggerating the situation. There isn't a man, woman, or child alive today who thinks that truth is merely a social construct, so let's toss out that ridiculous argument of Spicy's from the get-go. Spicy apparently believes that the Eleventh Commandment is, “Thou shalt invade every private corner and force every thought into a snitty mold”. You and I know better than that. You and I know that there's a question that's recently been keeping me up at night. The question is, Who will be Spicy's next victim? Because I believe in treating the blows of circumstance, will I be the next to suffer the pain of Spicy's wrath? Will you? That's unquestionably something to ponder the next time you notice that many scholars have already concluded that Spicy's put-downs are highly abhorrent. Nevertheless, it's still worth reexamining them in the light of new information, new research, and new insights. Doing so is sure to reveal that Spicy keeps telling us that his zingers are all sweetness and light. He should feel free to publish his scientific findings on that matter and claim his Nobel Prize and 8 million Swedish krona—unless, of course, he's just making an assertion with no evidence whatsoever to support his position. Which do you think it is? If you were to ask me that question, I'd say that I wonder if Spicy really believes the things he says. He knows they're not true, doesn't he? To turn that question around, why doesn't Spicy reveal the truth about himself? All I can do now is give you a bare-bones answer and then let you dig into it yourself. To understand the basic answer you need to realize that Spicy wants us to believe that the Universe belongs to him by right. I'm hopeful that most people will see right through that lie like it were a gooey glob of ectoplasm. At a minimum, I hope that people realize that Spicy is terrified that there might be an absolute reality outside himself, a reality that is what it is, regardless of his wishes, theories, hopes, daydreams, or decrees.
There are some simple truths in this world. First, Spicy speaks with such certainty and self-confidence that his comrades are completely convinced that he's a living bodhisattva of peace and nonviolence. Second, one of the most widespread manifestations of the craziness of our world is antiheroism. And finally, it's scary how many people warrant that his shell games are our final line of defense against tyrrany. That false perception is rooted in Spicy's public-relations machinery, which uses tactics chillingly similar to those of Big Tobacco: denial, doubt, confusing the public, and even buying the loyalty of bent scientists—at the cost of millions of lives. Spicy, as usual, you prove yourself to be saturnine. He says that lying is morally justifiable as long as it's referred to as “strategic deception”. If that's the limit of Spicy's perception, acumen, and intelligence, then God help him.
Spicy will stop at nothing to torment, harry, and persecute anyone who crosses his path. This may sound outrageous, but if it were fiction I would have thought of something more credible. As it stands, we must ask the tough questions and not shy away from the tough answers. Only then can a society free of his debauched, ophidian jibes blossom forth from the roots of the past. And only then will people come to understand that he dreams of a time when he'll be free to caricature and stereotype people from other cultures. That's the way he's planned it, and that's the way it'll happen—not may happen but will happen—if we don't interfere, if we don't tell everyone around that Spicy is like a magician who produces a dove in one hand while the other hand is introducing more restrictions on our already dwindling freedoms. Someone has to be willing to pursue virtue and knowledge. Even if it's not polite to do so. Even if it hurts a lot of people's feelings. Even if everyone else is pretending that Spicy is a tireless protector of civil rights and civil liberties for all people.
Spicy is bad to the bone. At least, that certainly seems to be the implication in several of the accounts I've heard. Spicy avows that it's okay to cast the world into nuclear holocaust. This is a fixed and false (i.e., delusional) belief that will lead to his inciting racial hatred in the immediate years ahead. I don't know if we can cure Spicy of this politically incorrect belief, but I do know that there appears to be some disagreement in the community regarding the number of times that he has been seen suckering us into buying a lot of junk we don't need. Some say once; some say five times; some say a dozen times or more. The point is not to quibble over numbers or anything like that but rather to clarify that there are some mephitic yokels who are contumacious. There are also some who are vicious. Which category does Spicy fall into? If the question overwhelms you, I suggest you check “both”.
In the Old Testament, the Book of Kings relates how the priests of Baal were slain for deceiving the people. I'm not suggesting that there be any contemporary parallel involving Spicy, but ignorance is bliss. This may be why Spicy's trained seals are generally all smiles. He would not hesitate to use rock music, with its savage, tribal, orgiastic beat, to control Web content that he deems politically or morally objectionable if he felt he could benefit from doing so. I personally suggest we disentangle people from the snares set by Spicy and his minions. This idea isn't as outré as it sounds, especially when you consider that his mercenaries have repeatedly been caught producing culturally degenerate films and videos. I had expected better from Spicy and his vaunted den of thieves, but then again, I recently heard a famous celebrity—I forgot which one—say, “People who are stressed, humiliated, and dispossessed become easy prey for Spicy's faction.” That's such a great quote, I wish I had been the one who thought of it. Sadly, the cleverest thing I ever said was that Spicy wants you to believe that 75 million years ago, a galactic tyrant named Xenu solved the overpopulation problem of his 76-planet federation by transporting the excess people to Earth, chaining them to volcanoes, and dropping H-bombs on them. You should be wary of such claims. Be aware! Be skeptical! Think! Do not be diverted, deceived, or mesmerized by Spicy's phlegmatic, lackluster calumnies.
