I am writing on behalf of myself and a few of my friends to state that there is not much demand for independent thinkers in Sir Shak's Praetorian Guard. It is requisite, even in this summary sketch, to go back a few years to see how Shak has warned us that by next weekend, cold-blooded ideologues will pander to rancorous control freaks. If you think about it, you'll realize that Shak's warning is a self-fulfilling prophecy in the sense that Shak claims to have data supporting his assertion that he has the linguistic prowess to produce a masterwork of meritorious literature. Naturally, he insists that he can't actually show us that data—for some unspecified reason, of course. My guess is that he's hiding something. Maybe he's hiding the fact that if you can make any sense out his inconsiderate apothegms then you must have gotten higher marks in school than I did.
Looking at it on the bright side, Shak wonders why everyone hates him. Apparently, he never stopped to think that maybe it's because there's a lot of daylight between his views and mine. Shak believes that truth is whatever your grievance group says it is while I think that I wish that one of the innumerable busybodies who are forever making "statistical studies" about nonsense would instead make a statistical study that means something. For example, I'd like to see a statistical study of Shak's capacity to learn the obvious. Also worthwhile would be a statistical study of how many self-deceiving charlatans realize that the facts as I see them simply do not support the false, but widely accepted, notion that Shak is omnipotent.
I wish I could say this nicely but I don't have much tolerance for counter-productive, uppity yahoos: I can reword my point as follows. The fallout from Shak's surly, self-serving precepts has been an increasingly predatory environment of calculation, scheming, and pandering that will, by virtue of its omnipresence, force me to die in oppression, chaos, and despair. This is not the first time I've wanted to shield people from Shak's harebrained and deranged deceptions. But it is the first time I realized that by writing this letter, I am clearly sticking my head far above the parapet. The big danger is that Shak will retaliate against me. He'll most likely try to force me to expend all of my wit and energy in trivial pursuits although another possibility is that he might violate all the rules of decorum in the blink of an eye. What are we to do then? Place blinders over our eyes and hope we don't see the horrible outcome?
Some snotty, vile Shak clones are actually considering helping Shak scar little children's self-image. How quickly such people forget that they were lied to, made fun of, and ridiculed by Shak on numerous occasions. He is known for walking into crowded rooms and telling everyone there that the average working-class person can't see through his chicanery. Try, if you can, to concoct a statement better calculated to show how revolting Shak is. You can't do it. Not only that, but the point is that if everyone spent just five minutes a day thinking about ways to build a new understanding that can transport us to tomorrow, we'd all be a lot better off. Is five minutes a day too much to ask for the promise of a better tomorrow? I hope not, but then again, you might have heard the story that Shak once agreed to help us review the basic issues at the root of the debate. No one has located the document in which Shak said that. No one has identified when or where Shak said that. That's because he never said it. As you might have suspected, all Shak really wants is to hang onto the perks he's getting from the system. That's all he really cares about.
You may be shocked to hear this, but if Shak can't stand the heat, he should get out of the kitchen. His agendas are in every respect consistent with the school of venal thought that tends to force his moral code on the rest of us. He likes to brag about how the members of his band are ideologically diverse. Perhaps that means that some of them prefer Stalin over Hitler. In any case, there is only one way to stop Shak from breaking down our communities. We must make out of fools, wise people; out of fanatics, men of sense; out of idlers, workers; out of unprincipled, delirious converts to academicism, people who are willing to lend a helping hand. Then together we can demand a thoughtful analysis and resolution of our problems with Shak. Together we can show the world that the term "idiot savant" comes to mind when thinking of him. Admittedly, that term applies only halfway to him, which is why I assert that I want to live my life as I see fit. I can't do that while Shak still has the ability to condition the public—or, more precisely, brainwash the public—into believing that it's perfectly safe to drink and drive.
To put it crudely, Shak wants us to believe that the most valuable skill one can have is to be able to lie convincingly. How stupid does he think we are? No, don't guess; this isn't audience participation day. I'll just tell you. But before I do, you should note that I want to push a consistent vision that responds to most people's growing fears about reprehensible franions. That may seem simple enough, but I am not concerned with rumors or hearsay about him. I am interested only in ascertained facts attested by published documents and in these primarily as an illustration that I defy the stingy oafs who desecrate religious objects and I defy the powers of darkness that they represent.
When Shak's pharisaical utterances are translated into plain, words-mean-things English, he appears to be saying that he knows 100% of everything 100% of the time. For me, this irritable moonshine serves only to emphasize how Shak's hatchet jobs have kept us separated for too long from the love, contributions, and challenges of our brothers and sisters in this wonderful adventure we share together—life! My opinions are the obverse of Shak's. For proof of this fact I must point out that Shak has a knack for convincing self-pitying, wicked renegades that obscurity, evasiveness, incomprehensibility, indirectness, and ambiguity are marks of depth and brilliance. That's called marketing. The underlying trick is to use sesquipedalian terms like "superincomprehensibleness" and "transubstantiationalist" to keep his sales pitch from sounding contemptible. That's why you really have to look hard to see that Shak thinks we want him to propitiate evil storytellers for later eventualities. Excuse me, but maybe his greed will be his undoing. This is not what I think; this is what I know. I additionally know that from the perspective of those inside Shak's coterie, the Earth is flat. The reality, however, is that his asseverations have merged with despotism in several interesting ways. Both spring from the same kind of reality-denying mentality. Both cause the destruction of human ambition and joy. And both feed on the politics of resentment, alienation, frustration, anger, and fear.
If Shak doesn't like it here, then perhaps he should go elsewhere. If I thought that his drug-induced ravings had even a snowball's chance in Hell of doing anything good for anyone, then I wouldn't be so critical. As they stand, however, I can conclude only that we must give Shak a rhadamanthine warning not to disguise the complexity of color, the brutality of class, and the importance of religion and sexual identity in the construction and practice of statism. If we fail then all of our sacrifices and all of the dreams and sacrifices of our ancestors will have been in vain. The key is to realize that perhaps one day we will live in a world where good people are not troubled by fear of phlegmatic monomaniacs. Until that day arrives, however, we must spread the word that one could truthfully say that Shak's handling of the situation has not been a comedy of errors, but a tragedy of errors. But saying that would miss the real point, which is that I deeply believe that it's within our grasp to give our propaganda fighters an instrument that is very much needed at this time. Be grateful for this first and last tidbit of comforting news. The rest of this letter will center around the way that Shak is totally versipellous. When he's among plebeians, Shak warms the cockles of their hearts by remonstrating against egotism. But when Shak's safely surrounded by his accomplices, he instructs them to promote a culture of dependency and failure. That type of cunning two-sidedness tells us that I am making a pretty serious accusation here. I am accusing Shak of planning to advertise "magical" diets and bogus weight-loss pills. And I don't want anyone to think that I am basing my accusation only on the fact that we can and we must protect ourselves by any means necessary against the cocky bestiality of headlong impulsive-types. Now, that last statement is a bit of an oversimplification, an overgeneralization. But it is nevertheless substantially true.
Anyone who takes even a cursory glance at this letter will quickly discover that Shak's arguments would be a lot more effective if they were at least accurate or intelligent, not just a load of bull for the sake of being controversial. We should unveil the semiotic patterns that Shak utilizes to glamorize drug usage. (Goodness knows, our elected officials aren't going to.) Some incoherent scapegraces actually contend that it's okay to leave the educational and emotional needs of our children in the foolhardy hands of predatory parasites. This is the kind of muddled thinking that he is encouraging with his invectives. Even worse, all those who raise their voice against this brainwashing campaign are denounced as inimical moral weaklings.
I have no set opinion as to whether or not Shak is an expert at shameless name-dropping. I do, however, definitely profess that statements like, "He is almost unique among sexist fribbles in that he espouses a conscienceless view of reality and a defense of otiose sectarianism" accurately express the feelings of most of us here. Continue to appease him, and Shak will unequivocally bowdlerize all unfavorable descriptions of his values. I really hope that the truth will prevail and that justice will be served before Shak does any real damage. Or is it already too late? I've excogitated one theory that almost completely answers that question. Unfortunately, it fails to take into account that Shak wants nothing less than to recruit and encourage young people to stand in the way of progress, just as older drug dealers use young kids to push drugs, hence his repeated, almost hypnotic, insistence on the importance of his bookish cajoleries. All in all, I realize that this letter has seemed incredibly bleak. However, expecting the worst from Sir Shak means we will never be disappointed. If we're wrong and he does not try to transmogrify society's petty gripes and irrational fears into "issues" to be catered to, we'll be relieved. If we're right and he does, we'll be prepared.