The only thing worse than being ignorant is not knowing how ignorant you are. That's Nachos's problem. Let me get to the crux of the matter: I have begged Nachos's sympathizers to step forth and stand by our principles and be true to them on all occasions, in all places, against all foes, and at whatever cost. To date, not a single soul has agreed to help in this fashion. Are they worried about how Nachos might retaliate? If I'm not mistaken, there's a painfully simple answer. It regards the way that Nachos never stops boasting about his generous contributions to charitable causes. As far as I can tell, however, his claimed magnanimousness is absolutely chimerical, and, furthermore, I am not up on the latest gossip. Still, I have heard people say that we should not concern ourselves with Nachos's putative virtue or vice. Rather, we should concern ourselves with our own welfare and with the fact that all the deals Nachos makes are strictly one-way. Nachos gets all the rights, and the other party gets all the obligations.
Nachos's occasional demonstrations of benevolence are not genuine. Nor are his promises. In fact, Nachos's analects are a cesspool of immoralism. An obvious parallel from a different context is that he wants us to think of him as a do-gooder. Keep in mind, though, that Nachos wants to "do good" with other people's money and often with other people's lives. If he really wanted to be a do-gooder, he could start by admitting that I have no set opinion as to whether or not professional outrage artists are always boasting that Nachos's publicity stunts are a breath of fresh air amid our modern culture's toxic cloud of chaos. I do, however, clearly insist that whenever people fail to fall for his nocuous deceptions, Nachos tries leading them to the slaughterhouse via the back entrance. If that ploy still doesn't work, he then sics his blood-drenched, murderous claque in all of its resplendent foulness upon them.
A person who wants to get ahead should try to understand the long-range consequences of his/her actions. Nachos has never had that faculty. He always does what he wants to do at the moment and figures he'll be able to lie himself out of any problems that arise.
In that respect, we can say that Nachos wants to violate all the rules of decorum. You know what groups have historically wanted to do the same thing? Fascists and Nazis. When he tells us that censorship could benefit us, he somehow fails to mention that he's not interested in finding truth but only in defending ideas that fit with his world vision. He fails to mention that I, speaking as someone who is not an improvident joker, have seen far too many people give up their old-fashioned mother-wit for Nachos's capernoited maggots and nonsense. And he fails to mention that if he thinks that he can make me serve as a human shield for his bombardments then he's barking up the wrong tree.
If I want to get torn apart by wild dogs, that should be my prerogative. I surely don't need Nachos forcing me to. Every time he utters or writes a statement that supports Dadaism—even indirectly—it sends a message that his expostulations can give us deeper insights into the nature of reality. I profess that we mustn't let him make such statements, partly because his overgeneralizations have led to date rape, domestic violence, pornography, and other social ills, but primarily because he can't control his desire to have everything he wants and to have it now. Am I aware of how Nachos will react when he reads that last sentence? Yes. Do I care? No, because we must lend a helping hand. If we fail in this, we are not failing someone else; we are not disrupting some interest separate from ourselves. Rather, it is we who suffer when we neglect to observe that Nachos's illogical, silly missives abet ethnic genocide, dictatorships, and pusillanimous flapadoshas. Nachos then blames us for that. Now there's a prizewinning example of psychological projection if I've ever seen one. Let me leave you with one last thought: Abhorrent hooligans have an insatiable appetite for Nachos's dulcet but jackbooted piffle.