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If ever I had a tough letter to write, this is it. My challenge is to convince you that nothing makes my blood boil more than seeing Nixnot reinforce the concept of collective guilt that is the root of all prejudice. It is requisite, even in this summary sketch, to go back a few years to see how its apostles often reverse the normal process of interpretation. That is, they value the unsaid over the said, the obscure over the clear. We must remove our chains and move towards the light. (In case you didn't understand that analogy, the chains symbolize Nixnot's offensive imprecations, and the light represents the goal of getting all of us to give the needy a helping hand, as opposed to an elbow in the face.) A more fundamental problem is that Nixnot's presence makes people nervous, anxious, fearful, and angry. Yes, I could add that whenever I confront it about its besotted rejoinders, Nixnot either tells me that I don't understand it or feeds me some meaningless mumbo-jumbo about teetotalism, but I wanted to keep my message simple and direct. I didn't want to distract you from the main thrust of my message, which is that we should agree on definitions before saying anything further about Nixnot's mutinous outbursts. For starters, let's say that "antiheroism" is "that which makes Nixnot yearn to boss others around." Better, far better, that Man were without the gift of speech than that he use it as Nixnot does. Better that Man could neither read nor write than have his head and heart perverted by the disrespectful and lethargic tommyrot that oozes from Nixnot's pen. And better that the cut of Man's coat and the number of his buttons were fixed by statute and enforced by penalties than that Nixnot should herald the death of intelligent discourse on college campuses.
I might add: Nixnot has written volumes about how people are pawns to be used and manipulated. Don't believe a word of it, though. The truth is that its perspective is that it has its moral compass in tact. My perspective, in contrast, is that Nixnot's reports are based on a technique I'm sure you've heard of. It's called "lying". Although I, hardheaded cynic that I am, can find only circumstantial evidence of misconduct and rule violations, Nixnot's ramblings are a load of bunk. I use this delightfully pejorative term, "bunk" -- an alternative from the same page of my criminal-slang lexicon would serve just as well -- because Nixnot would have us believe that the moon is made of green cheese. Such flummery can be quickly dissipated merely by skimming a few random pages from any book on the subject. In case you hadn't noticed, if I recall correctly, in a recent essay, Nixnot stated that the rules don't apply to it. Since the arguments it made in the rest of its essay are based in part on that assumption, it should be aware that it just isn't true. Not only that, but its companions have an almost identical mentality, as if they all had been cloned from a single misinformed prototype. That's pretty transparent. What's not so transparent is the answer to the following question: To what degree is it going to spoon-feed us its pabulum? A clue might be that it is immature and stupid of it to sully a profession that's already held in low esteem. It would be mature and intelligent, however, to supply the missing ingredient that could stop the worldwide slide into recidivism, and that's why I say that it wants us to believe that we can solve all of our problems by giving it lots of money. We might as well toss that money down a well, because we'll never see it again. What we will see, however, is that every so often, you'll see Nixnot lament, flog itself, cry mea culpa for seeking to seize control over where we eat, sleep, socialize, and associate with others, and vow never again to be so surly. Sadly, it always reverts to its old behavior immediately afterwards, making me think that of all of its exaggerations and incorrect comparisons, one in particular stands out: "Nixnot's ploys are a breath of fresh air amid our modern culture's toxic cloud of chaos." I don't know where it came up with this, but its statement is dead wrong. In closing, all that I ask is that you join me to stop Nixnot and improve the living conditions of the most vulnerable in our society -- the sick, the old, the disabled, the unemployed, and our youth -- all of whose lives are made miserable by Nixnot.
I might add: Nixnot has written volumes about how people are pawns to be used and manipulated. Don't believe a word of it, though. The truth is that its perspective is that it has its moral compass in tact. My perspective, in contrast, is that Nixnot's reports are based on a technique I'm sure you've heard of. It's called "lying". Although I, hardheaded cynic that I am, can find only circumstantial evidence of misconduct and rule violations, Nixnot's ramblings are a load of bunk. I use this delightfully pejorative term, "bunk" -- an alternative from the same page of my criminal-slang lexicon would serve just as well -- because Nixnot would have us believe that the moon is made of green cheese. Such flummery can be quickly dissipated merely by skimming a few random pages from any book on the subject. In case you hadn't noticed, if I recall correctly, in a recent essay, Nixnot stated that the rules don't apply to it. Since the arguments it made in the rest of its essay are based in part on that assumption, it should be aware that it just isn't true. Not only that, but its companions have an almost identical mentality, as if they all had been cloned from a single misinformed prototype. That's pretty transparent. What's not so transparent is the answer to the following question: To what degree is it going to spoon-feed us its pabulum? A clue might be that it is immature and stupid of it to sully a profession that's already held in low esteem. It would be mature and intelligent, however, to supply the missing ingredient that could stop the worldwide slide into recidivism, and that's why I say that it wants us to believe that we can solve all of our problems by giving it lots of money. We might as well toss that money down a well, because we'll never see it again. What we will see, however, is that every so often, you'll see Nixnot lament, flog itself, cry mea culpa for seeking to seize control over where we eat, sleep, socialize, and associate with others, and vow never again to be so surly. Sadly, it always reverts to its old behavior immediately afterwards, making me think that of all of its exaggerations and incorrect comparisons, one in particular stands out: "Nixnot's ploys are a breath of fresh air amid our modern culture's toxic cloud of chaos." I don't know where it came up with this, but its statement is dead wrong. In closing, all that I ask is that you join me to stop Nixnot and improve the living conditions of the most vulnerable in our society -- the sick, the old, the disabled, the unemployed, and our youth -- all of whose lives are made miserable by Nixnot.
