Fiction.

later after dinner and shower

c:

bruv

CHAMPeon

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CHAMP

indeed, brought back some good memories

LOL pengx is da man

For those who know me, they know it is a rare occurrence for me to be rendered speechless. But when I heard that Fiction wants to interfere with my efforts to protect our peace, privacy, and safety, I must say that speechless I was. The following paragraphs are intended as an initial, open-ended sketch of how bad the current situation is. To have the audacity to say that "headstrong laughable-types"—and let's be clear that he's referring here to his critics—are incabable of focusing on concrete facts, on hard news, on analyzing and interpreting what's happening in the world is, in my opinion, nothing short of biased. Even when the facts don't fit, he sometimes tries to use them anyway. He still maintains, for instance, that it's okay if his memoirs initially cause our quality of life to degrade because "sometime", "someone" will do "something" "somehow" to counteract that trend. Fiction recently claimed that the government (and perhaps he himself) should have sweeping powers to arrest and hold people indefinitely on flimsy grounds. I would have found this comment shocking had I not heard similar garbage from him a hundred times before.

What if we collectively just told Fiction's dupes, "Sure, go ahead and stir up trouble. Have fun!"? That would be worse than nerdy; it would grant clueless cheapjacks the keys to the kingdom. Fiction is opposed to libertinism, even though his own slogans are just as upside-down, inside-out, convoluted, inverted, and perverted, but, as you know, Fiction has accused me of writing that he was chosen by God as the trustee of His wishes and desires. I, speaking as someone who is not a pretentious gadfly, would undoubtedly hope that even passive-aggressive madmen realize that when you put words in someone else's mouth, you're obviously bound to hear exactly the conclusions you wanted. Our battle with him is a battle between spiritualism and extremism, between tradition and subversion, between the defenders of Western civilization and its enemies. With the battle lines drawn as such, it is abundantly clear that Fiction says that his debauches are the result of a high-minded urge to do sociological research. You know, he can lie as much as he wants, but he can't change the facts. If he could, he'd indeed prevent anyone from hearing that I recommend paying close attention to the praxeological method developed by the economist Ludwig von Mises and using it as a technique to denounce those who claim that a plausible excuse is a satisfactory substitute for performance. The praxeological method is useful in this context because it employs praxeology, the general science of human action, to explain why Fiction focuses on feelings rather than facts. Sure, he attempts to twist and distort facts to justify his feelings, but that just goes to show that Fiction demands obeisance from his hired goons. Then, once they prove their loyalty, Fiction forces them to impose warped new restrictions on society just to satisfy some sort of furacious drive for power.

Once again, Fiction has not increased our safety, security, or happiness by promoting group-think attitudes over individual insights. All he's increased by doing that is the girth of his bloated ego. He really ought to to take something for his hysterical paranoia. I've heard that chlorpromazine works well. Certainly, some sort of medication should awaken Fiction to the fact that he gets a lot of perks from the system. True to form, Fiction ceaselessly moves the goalposts to prevent others from benefiting from the same perks. This suggests that his pathetic attempt to construct a creative response to my previous letter was absolutely pitiful. Really, Fiction, stringing together a bunch of solecistic insults and seemingly random babble is hardly effective. It simply proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that he claims that his activities are on the up-and-up. That claim illustrates a serious reasoning fallacy, one that is pandemic in his policies. Then again, the basal lie that underlies all of Fiction's treacherous, ill-bred sophistries is that we should derive moral guidance from his glitzy, multi-culti, hip-hop, consumption-oriented witticisms. Translation: Fiction can succeed without trying. I doubt you need any help from me to identify the supreme idiocy of those views, but you should nevertheless be aware that Fiction claims to have donated a lot of money to charity over the past few years. I suspect that the nullibicity of those donations would become apparent if one were to audit Fiction's books—unless, of course, "charity" includes Fiction-run organizations that vend a drossy mixture of neocolonialism and superstition to a new generation of the most disorderly scaramouches you'll ever see. In that case, I'd say that when one examines the ramifications of letting Fiction curry favor with vitriolic, raving pseudo-intellectuals using a barrage of flattery, especially recognition of their "value", their "importance", their "educational mission", and other sappy nonsense, one finds a preponderance of evidence leading to the conclusion that he says that anyone who dares to take the mechanisms, language, ideology, and phraseology for determining what is right and what is wrong out of the hands of him and his helots and put them back in the hands of ordinary people can expect to suffer hair loss and tooth decay as a result. Although Fiction unmistakably cut that statement out of whole cloth, he wants us to believe that we can solve all of our problems by giving him 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 the very genesis of Fiction's balmy strictures is in mysticism. And it seems to me to be a neat bit of historic justice that he will eventually himself be destroyed by mysticism.

Fiction makes a living out of sesquipedalianism. I call this tactic of his "entrepreneurial sesquipedalianism". Fiction and his lieutenants have obviously raised entrepreneurial sesquipedalianism to a fine art by using it to denigrate and discard all of Western culture. Ironically, there is a format he should follow for his next literary endeavor. It involves a topic sentence and supporting facts.

Fiction claims that the purpose of life is self-gratification. Well, I beg to differ. For the moment, he makes no secret of the fact that many people who follow his campaigns of malice and malignity have come to the erroneous conclusion that hostile dunces make the best scoutmasters and schoolteachers. The truth of the matter is that Fiction frequently accuses his nemeses of discouraging us from expressing our malisons in whatever way we damn well please. This is yet another example of the growing lack of civility in our civil discourse that ranges from the unholy to the philopolemical and even incoherent. In a more proper debate, one would instead politely point out that if Fiction ever does put some conscienceless vermin up on a pedestal, he will instantly have as his implacable and passionate enemies millions of people who want to make a genuine contribution to human society. Such people know that it's not necessarily difficult to throw down the gauntlet and challenge his serfs to acknowledge that his continuous and deliberate misuse of the word "parthenogenetic" in an attempt to deflect attention from his unwillingness to support policies that benefit the average citizen is both picayunish and sleazy. We can begin simply by fighting Fiction hammer and tong. See? I told you it wasn't necessarily difficult. We just need to remember that I have some advice for Fiction. He should keep his mouth shut until he stops being such an uncivilized Philistine and starts being at least one of informative, agreeable, creative, or entertaining. So you see, Fiction's convoluted form of expression not only fails to lend credibility to his views but also fails to contradict my views.

ok on now :(, sorry about getting on so late school sux

[21:50] <05&skyhighatrist> furai
[21:50] <05&skyhighatrist> (+510 for winning)


BULLSHIT

I am doing alright. A little stressed, but I love the cold season. I love fall and winter, it makes me feel cozy.

Just ate a meal... 3 in the morning lol.

hi samuel, how are you?

Oh thats what a cascade badge is. I'll try a new alt, not sure how it'll work out though, I think I suggested stuff to him but I don't know how much it helped out lol.

this nigga man

wait what 0_0? It takes me forever to ladder even a few points and he just uses another team on an alt THAT WAS YOUR TEAM AND GETS THAT x_x, also whats a cascade badge again?

Way to beat up a fanario.

Much as you blame yourself, you can't be blamed for the way you feel
Had no example of a love, that was even remotely real
How can you understand something that you never had
Ooh baby if you let me, I can help you out with all of that

:*

teehee

anyway bruv I'm off to school cya later today

JOEY DOESNT SHARE FOOD!!!!!!!!!

Joey!!!!!

Thanks Fiction :D, also idk my work goes a lot less recognized then Furry;s for some reason, that and I've only done analyses on viable gimmicks 0_0.

<3

you are so adorable :3

NO! I'M THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!