At the risk of sounding like an irritable fugitive, I will attempt to humbly set forth a brief précis of Mr. Denis Dyack's most unbridled maneuvers in hopes of convincing you, the reader, to help call your attention to the problem of rabid, pharisaical con artists. The rest of this is focused exclusively on Denis, not because I harbor any ill-will towards him but because he flagrantly abuses rules and regulations and then complains vehemently when caught. That fact may not be pleasant, but it is a fact regardless of our wishes on the matter. If his asseverations get any more muzzy-headed, I expect they'll grow legs and attack me in my sleep. If Denis were paying attention -- which it would seem he is not, as I've already gone over this -- he'd see that this is sufficiently illustrated by the ridicule with which his equivocations are treated by everyone other than lackadaisical cozeners. The logical consequences of that are clear: Denis would have us believe that he commands an army of robots that live in the hollow center of the earth and produce earthquakes whenever they feel like shaking things up a bit on the surface. Such flummery can be quickly dissipated merely by skimming a few random pages from any book on the subject. For better or for worse, Denis doesn't want us to free people from the fetters of emotionalism's poisonous embrace. He would rather we settle for the meatless bone of mercantalism. Perhaps it sounds like stating the obvious to say that his dangerous attempt to construct a creative response was absolutely pitiful. Really, Denis, stringing together a bunch of solecistic insults and seemingly random babble is hardly effective. It simply proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that his methods are much subtler now than ever before. He is more adept at hidden mind control and his techniques of social brainwash are much more appealingly streamlined and homogenized.
My next point of order is that I know some unreasonable authoritarians who actually believe that anyone who disagrees with Denis is ultimately despicable. Incredible? Those same people have told me that he has a "special" perspective on autism which carries with it a "special" right to make a big deal out of nothing. With such people roaming about, it should come as no surprise to you that if everyone does his own, small part, together we can shatter the illusion that anyone who resists Denis deserves to be crushed. His little world is far from reality. For proof of this fact, I must point out that his obloquies are as appealing as braces, acne, and a wooden leg at the senior prom. And here, I aver, lies a clue to the intellectual vacuum so gapingly apparent in his inveracities. Obviously, you shouldn't automatically believe all the allegations I've been making, so let me elaborate a bit. Denis operates on an international scale to obliterate our sense of identity. It's only fitting, therefore, that we, too, work on an international scale, but to allay the concerns of the many people who have been harmed by Denis.
At first blush, it appears that I have found, to my considerable surprise, that Denis shows a complete lack of foresight. However, Denis'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. To make a long story short, I am not fooled by his subversive and eristic rhetoric. I therefore gladly accept the responsibility of notifying others that we must anneal discourse with honesty, clear thinking, and a sense of moral good. Our children depend on that. There is a problem here. A large, cheeky, frightful problem. Denis's prevarications are a house of mirrors. How are we to find the opening that leads to freedom? It's an interesting question, and its examination will help us understand how Denis's mind works. Let me start by providing evidence that Denis's adulators all have serious personal problems. In fact, the way he keeps them loyal to him is by encouraging and exacerbating these problems rather than by helping to overcome them.
To most people, the list of Denis's hopeless philosophies reads like a comic strip, but his dissertations are actually taken seriously by his hirelings. I pause to note that you don't need to be a rocket scientist to detect the subtext of this letter. But just in case it's too subliminal for some, let me thrust it into your face right here: Denis likes to quote all of the saccharine, sticky moralisms about "human rights" and the evils of neopaganism. But as soon as we stop paying attention, he invariably instructs his disciples to play fast and loose with the truth. Then, when someone notices, the pattern repeats from the beginning. Though this game may seem perverse beyond belief to any sane individual, it makes perfect sense in light of Denis's blathering catch-phrases. If you will pardon me for mentioning it, whenever he gives a speech, he is always careful to sidestep the issue of how he is begging the question when he says that at birth, every living being is assigned a celestial serial number or frequency power spectrum. Am I aware of how Denis will react when he reads that last sentence? Yes. Do I care? No, because he should think about how his hypnopompic insights lead lame-brained chuckleheads to judge people based solely on hearsay. If Denis doesn't want to think that hard, perhaps he should just keep quiet.
What Denis is incapable of seeing is that if a cogent, logical argument entered his brain, no doubt a concussion would result. He says he's going to help amateurish, hateful fugitives evade capture by the authorities some day. Good old Denis. He just loves to open his mouth and let all kinds of things come out without listening to how devious they sound. His statements are a catty carnival of Dadaism. But there are other strains of soulless barbarism active today, and the siren calls of those movements may mesmerize myopic misers whose combative fervor blinds them to historical lessons. In this volatile political moment, we must cautiously guard against the dangers of irresponsible solipsism.
That's all I have to say.