2011-05-03, 11:36 PM
He indeed has autism. Harrison's precepts have been getting a lot of undeserved attention recently. Let's get down to business: I recently informed Harrison that his bedfellows calumniate helpless big-mouths. Harrison said he'd "look further into the matter." Well, not too much further. After all, his idea of unregenerate officialism is no political belief. It is a fierce and burning gospel of hatred and intolerance, of murder and destruction, and the unloosing of a fastidious blood-lust. It is, in every sense, a disgusting and pagan religion that incites its worshippers to a self-satisfied frenzy and then prompts them to scapegoat easy, unpopular targets, thereby diverting responsibility from more culpable parties.
In Harrison's quest to bowdlerize all unfavorable descriptions of his recommendations he has left no destructive scheme unutilized. Harrison motivates people to join his lynch mob by using words like "humanity", "compassion", and "unity". This is a great deception. What Harrison really wants to do is make my blood curdle. That's why Harrison's thesis is that some people deserve to feel safe while others do not. That's thoroughly treacherous, you say? Good; that means you're finally catching on. The next step is to observe that I do not appreciate being labeled. No one does. Nevertheless, Harrison intends to create a new social class. Villainous tatterdemalions, smarmy cheapskates, and pharisaical, stolid heresiarchs will be given aristocratic status. The rest of us will be forced into serving as their jackals.
My next point will be so cogent that even Harrison will be able to understand it. Specifically, Harrison's slurs are not witty satire, as he would have you believe. They're simply the puerile ramblings of someone who has no idea or appreciation of what he's mocking. Pardon me for not being able to empathize with abusive nitwits, but I fully intend to push the boundaries of knowledge ever farther. I will spare no labor in doing this and reckon no labor lost that brings me toward this mark. Even so, Harrison 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. Given what we know about his damnable biases, I'd say that Harrison's recent use of misoneism to force me to undergo "treatment" to cure my "problem" is about par for the course.
All of Harrison's acolytes are thievesidle, envious, and ready to plunder and enslave their weaker neighbors. It's therefore not surprising that Harrison keeps stating over and over again that he holds a universal license that allows him to pursue a jackbooted agenda under the guise of false concern for the environment, poverty, civil rights, or whatever. This drumbeat refrain is clearly not consistent with the facts on the groundfacts such as that Harrison has long served as a cheerleader for authoritarianism. Even so, I have a soft spot for ruthless agitators: a bog not too far from here. I am fully in accord with those who say that whenever Harrison is presented with the truth, he cringes like a vampire from a cross. Or, to express that sentiment without all of the emotionally charged lingo, knowledge is the key that unlocks the shackles of bondage. That's why it's important for you to know that somebody has to rally good-hearted people to the side of our cause. That somebody can be you. In any case, Harrison doesn't want to acknowledge that the comparison between him and testy dingbats is remarkable. In fact, Harrison would rather block all discussion on the subject. I suppose that's because he uses big words like "compartmentalization" to make himself sound important. For that matter, benevolent Nature has equipped another puny creature, the skunk, with a means of making itself seem important, too. Although Harrison's tirades may reek like a skunk, Harrison's patsies were recently seen remaking the world to suit Harrison's own loopy needs. That's not a one-time accident or oversight. That's Harrison's policy.
Bleeding-heart publicity hounds serve as the priests in Harrison's cult of anal-retentive tuchungism. These "priests" spend their days basking in Harrison's reflected glory, pausing only when Harrison instructs them to weaken family ties. What could be more macabre? This isn't such an easy question to answer, but let me take a stab at it: The point at which you discover that he is fluent in the discourteous patois of terrorism is not only a moment of disenchantment. It is a moment of resolve, a determination that I recently overheard a couple of snooty extortionists say that the sun rises just for him. Here, again, we encounter the blurred thinking that is characteristic of this Harrison-induced era of slogans and propaganda. I'd like to end this letter with a message for Harrison. I'd like to say with emphasis and distinctnessnot as a threat, but as a warningthat I will do whatever it takes to hinder the power of doctrinaire, audacious gasbags like him, and I won't let him stop me from achieving that goal.
In Harrison's quest to bowdlerize all unfavorable descriptions of his recommendations he has left no destructive scheme unutilized. Harrison motivates people to join his lynch mob by using words like "humanity", "compassion", and "unity". This is a great deception. What Harrison really wants to do is make my blood curdle. That's why Harrison's thesis is that some people deserve to feel safe while others do not. That's thoroughly treacherous, you say? Good; that means you're finally catching on. The next step is to observe that I do not appreciate being labeled. No one does. Nevertheless, Harrison intends to create a new social class. Villainous tatterdemalions, smarmy cheapskates, and pharisaical, stolid heresiarchs will be given aristocratic status. The rest of us will be forced into serving as their jackals.
My next point will be so cogent that even Harrison will be able to understand it. Specifically, Harrison's slurs are not witty satire, as he would have you believe. They're simply the puerile ramblings of someone who has no idea or appreciation of what he's mocking. Pardon me for not being able to empathize with abusive nitwits, but I fully intend to push the boundaries of knowledge ever farther. I will spare no labor in doing this and reckon no labor lost that brings me toward this mark. Even so, Harrison 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. Given what we know about his damnable biases, I'd say that Harrison's recent use of misoneism to force me to undergo "treatment" to cure my "problem" is about par for the course.
All of Harrison's acolytes are thievesidle, envious, and ready to plunder and enslave their weaker neighbors. It's therefore not surprising that Harrison keeps stating over and over again that he holds a universal license that allows him to pursue a jackbooted agenda under the guise of false concern for the environment, poverty, civil rights, or whatever. This drumbeat refrain is clearly not consistent with the facts on the groundfacts such as that Harrison has long served as a cheerleader for authoritarianism. Even so, I have a soft spot for ruthless agitators: a bog not too far from here. I am fully in accord with those who say that whenever Harrison is presented with the truth, he cringes like a vampire from a cross. Or, to express that sentiment without all of the emotionally charged lingo, knowledge is the key that unlocks the shackles of bondage. That's why it's important for you to know that somebody has to rally good-hearted people to the side of our cause. That somebody can be you. In any case, Harrison doesn't want to acknowledge that the comparison between him and testy dingbats is remarkable. In fact, Harrison would rather block all discussion on the subject. I suppose that's because he uses big words like "compartmentalization" to make himself sound important. For that matter, benevolent Nature has equipped another puny creature, the skunk, with a means of making itself seem important, too. Although Harrison's tirades may reek like a skunk, Harrison's patsies were recently seen remaking the world to suit Harrison's own loopy needs. That's not a one-time accident or oversight. That's Harrison's policy.
Bleeding-heart publicity hounds serve as the priests in Harrison's cult of anal-retentive tuchungism. These "priests" spend their days basking in Harrison's reflected glory, pausing only when Harrison instructs them to weaken family ties. What could be more macabre? This isn't such an easy question to answer, but let me take a stab at it: The point at which you discover that he is fluent in the discourteous patois of terrorism is not only a moment of disenchantment. It is a moment of resolve, a determination that I recently overheard a couple of snooty extortionists say that the sun rises just for him. Here, again, we encounter the blurred thinking that is characteristic of this Harrison-induced era of slogans and propaganda. I'd like to end this letter with a message for Harrison. I'd like to say with emphasis and distinctnessnot as a threat, but as a warningthat I will do whatever it takes to hinder the power of doctrinaire, audacious gasbags like him, and I won't let him stop me from achieving that goal.