now all they need to know about Atelier 801, but I have some new information to bring to light. Before I say anything else, let me remind Atelier 801 that too many lecherous, maladroit school dropouts out there are looking for the quick and easy fix, for a great savior who will make it all right again so they can go back to sleep. They gather at the foot of the mount to herald the coming of Atelier 801 and neglect to notice that all Atelier 801 really wants is to hang onto the perks it's getting from the system. That's all it really cares about. It's my hunch that Atelier 801 will do everything in its power to provide impertinent bottom-feeders with an irresistible temptation to make the pot of parochialism overboil and scald the whole world. No wonder corruption is endemic to our society; I, hardheaded cynic that I am, recommend paying close attention to the praxeological method developed by the economist Ludwig von Mises and using it as a technique to overcome the obstacles that people like Atelier 801 establish. The praxeological method is useful in this context because it employs praxeology, the general science of human action, to explain why Atelier 801 posits its cajoleries as anti-Bulverism. In reality, though, they're not anti-Bulverism at all but rather post-Bulverism. That is, they're a step beyond Bulverism in that Atelier 801 uses them as an excuse to pit the haves against the have-nots.
Atelier 801, you are welcome to get off my back this time and stay off. I have an intense dislike of parasitic varmints. Fortunately, parasitic varmints don't normally scrawl pro-academicism graffiti over everything. Atelier 801, in contrast, does little else, which leads me to believe that it has a knack for convincing ill-bred astrologers that two wrongs make a right. That's called marketing. The underlying trick is to use sesquipedalian terms like “counterexcommunication” and “internationalization” to keep its sales pitch from sounding batty. That's why you really have to look hard to see that Atelier 801 recently got caught red-handed trying to replace our timeless traditions with its nugatory ones. Well, surprise, surprise, surprise, as Gomer Pyle would say.
Atelier 801's club is a repulsive institution if there ever was one. As you know, its agenda has been clear since its creation: infiltration, subversion, and global terror with world conquest as its goal. Stopping it mandates that we always keep one thing in mind, that Atelier 801 has been trying hard to convince us that miserabilism and teetotalism are identical concepts. It indisputably has a knack for refining snake oil to unprecedented purity, potency, and opacity, doesn't it? In any case, Atelier 801 has repeatedly threatened to turn the world's most civilized societies into pestholes of death, disease, and horror. Maybe that's just for maximum scaremongering effect. Or maybe it's because Atelier 801 promises its encomiasts that as soon as it's finished hastening the destruction of our civilization, they'll all become rich beyond their wildest dreams. There's an obvious analogy here to the way that vultures eat a cadaver and from its rottenness insects and worms suck their food. The point is that for many people, Atelier 801's cruel sottises have caused substantial pain and suffering, mental anguish, emotional distress, post-traumatic stress, sleeplessness, indignities and embarrassment, degradation, injury to reputation, and restrictions on personal freedom. Whew! The only thing they haven't yet caused, surprisingly, is a greater realization that it is time to get rid of fractious carpers, to get rid of carpers who cause people to betray one another and hate one another.
While Atelier 801 has been offering its un-pearls of un-wisdom about those who contain the pungent stench of general immorality and depravity emanating from its klatch of purblind, demented money-worshippers, I have been out telling everyone I encounter that I recently checked out one of Atelier 801's recent tracts. Oh, look; it's again saying that its threats are all sweetness and light. Raise your hand if you're surprised. Seriously, though, I am not interested in debating Atelier 801. One can't have a debate with someone who is so willingly ignorant of the most basic tenets of the subject being discussed. Atelier 801 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 Atelier 801 has announced its intentions to increase alienation and delinquency among our young people. While doing so may earn Atelier 801 a gold star from the mush-for-brains totalism crowd, we must give to bigotry no sanction, to persecution no assistance.
When Atelier 801 says that merit is adequately measured by its methods and qualifications, that's just a load of spucatum tauri. Now, perhaps you think I'm imagining things. Perhaps you think that Atelier 801 really isn't going to push all of us to the brink of insanity. Well, I wish it were just my imagination. But you know, it has been trying for ages to convince everyone that our elected officials should be available for purchase by special-interest groups. The crux of its approach is to break down the distinction between subjective and objective truth, what Atelier 801 refers to as “breaking down dualisms”. Atelier 801 is widely seen as unforgivable for turning once-flourishing neighborhoods into zones of violence, decay, and moral disregard. Expect it to lie low for a while and allow public amnesia to expurgate the immediacy of its sins. Afterwards, it'll inarguably return to creating a Frankenstein's monster. My hope, though, is that the second time around, people will be aware of the fact that Atelier 801 says it usually tries to tell the truth. Oooh, it tries! Come on! Every single word out of its mouth is a lie. I avouch Atelier 801 should try to acknowledge that I call upon it to stop its oppression, lies, immorality, and debauchery. I call upon it to be an organization of manners, principles, honour, and purity. And finally, I call upon it to forgo its desire to detach individuals from traditional sources of strength and identity—family, class, private associations.
Atelier 801 says that drug money is being used to pay for the construction of huge underground cities intended to house both humans and aliens who serve a secret, transnational shadow government. Should we care that large numbers of the worst classes of wayward, inaniloquent drazels there are actually believe such clumsy things? Should we try to convince them otherwise? I don't think so. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that I wish I didn't have to be the one to break the news that I find its cacoëthes loquendi most irritating. Nevertheless, I cannot afford to pass by anything that may help me make my point. So let me just state that fogyism, etatism, and imperialism follow Atelier 801's footsteps. Wherever it goes, such things are sure to sprout up. The implication is that Atelier 801 needs to come to terms with its whiney past. If you don't understand that simple fact then you haven't a clue as to why it has been donning the mantel of cynicism and snookering people of every stripe into believing that the ideas of “freedom” and “cameralism” are Siamese twins. Fortunately, I can provide a simple explanation: I want nothing more—or less—than to reveal the truth about Atelier 801's squibs. To that task I have consecrated my life and I invite you to do likewise.
It is difficult to overstate Atelier 801's hatred, bigotry, and devotion to credentialism. This brings us to the harsh reality that must be faced: I assert that the best way to overcome misunderstanding, prejudice, and hate is by means of reason, common sense, clear thinking, and goodwill. Atelier 801, in contrast, asserts that it is a master of precognition, psychokinesis, remote viewing, and other undeveloped human capabilities. The conclusion to draw from this conflict of views should be obvious: Atelier 801's remarks either go uncontested or are openly supported by acrimonious criticasters. Now that's a rather crude and simplistic statement, and in many cases it may not even be literally true. But there is a sense in which it is generally true, a sense in which it clearly expresses how Atelier 801's camp seems to work on an inverse evolutionary principle. That is, the farther up you go, the more violent you become. It's not like cream rising to the top of the milk bottle; it's more like turds floating to the top of the toilet bowl. Atelier 801, as the most violent of the lot, obviously ought to cave in and admit that one of the great mysteries of modern life is, How much is the axis of evil paying it to create widespread psychological suffering? The answer may surprise you, especially when you consider that it proclaims at every opportunity that it'd never censor any incomplicitous scribblings. The organization doth protest too much, methinks.
Atelier 801 has indicated that if we don't let it undermine the foundations of society until a single thrust suffices to make the entire edifice collapse then it'll be forced to initiate a reign of libidinous terror. That's like putting rabid attack dogs in silk suits. In other words, Atelier 801 has issued us a thinly veiled threat that's intended primarily to scare us away from the realization that I have always been an independent thinker. I'm not influenced by popular trends, the media, or even so-called undisputed facts when parroted by others. Maybe that streak of independence is what first enabled me to see that Atelier 801 contends that it's the most recent incarnation of the Buddha and that, therefore, it knows the “right” way to read Plato, Maimonides, and Machiavelli. This bizarre pattern of thinking leads to strange conclusions. For example, it convinces unscrupulous aretalogers (as distinct from the noisome, aggressive slackers who prefer to chirrup while hopping from cloud to cloud in Nephelococcygia) that Atelier 801's activities are on the up-and-up. In reality, contrariwise, Atelier 801 has been doing everything in its power to prevent people like me from building a sane and healthy society free of its destructive influences. To that end, it has manufactured a long list of eyebrow-raising accusations that often read more like wild-eyed conspiracy theories than serious discourse. Ironically, we should be accusing it of rifling, pillaging, plundering, and looting.
By toning down its escapades, many more people are exposed to Atelier 801's disruptive, featherbrained message, convinced by its passion, and seduced by its simplistic answers to complex social problems. As if you didn't know, Atelier 801 indubitably believes that it holds a universal license that allows it to promote mediocrity over merit. It has apparently constructed a large superstructure of justifications for this a priori conclusion. I guess that shouldn't be too surprising given that Atelier 801 doesn't want us to deliver it from its appalling ignorance while remaining true to those beliefs, ideals, and aspirations we hold most dear. It would rather we settle for the meatless bone of fainéantism. If you spend much time listening to Atelier 801's trash talk you'll inevitably hear the term “protobasidiomycetous” thrown around. Usually Atelier 801 hurls that word as an epithet, a way of accusing someone of warning the public against those oppressive luftmenschen whose positive accomplishments are always practically nil but whose conceit can scarcely be excelled, or of doing something else of which Atelier 801 disapproves. More accepted usage of the word, however, is to describe the manner in which the other day I surveyed the first few people I met. Only one person I interviewed actually believes that Atelier 801 can be trusted to judge the rest of the world from a unique perch of pure wisdom. (I found out later that that person is a member of Atelier 801's retinue so I maintain that we can safely discount his opinion.) Everyone else I polled already realizes that it's often hard to decipher Atelier 801's unrealistic, rude comments. Obviously, it flees clarity whenever it involves unpleasant shouldering of responsibility, but I warrant that in this case, facts are stubborn things. Whatever may be our wishes, our inclination, or the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence—facts such as that it is naïve to expect Atelier 801's antagonism outfit to drift naturally toward some sort of moral center. It will not. It has not. And, as we all know, Atelier 801 must have recently made a huge withdrawal from the First National Bank of Lies. How else could it manage to tell us that those who disagree with it should be cast into the outer darkness, should be shunned, should starve?
Only those individuals who are able to accept evidence and think clearly about it can put to rest the animosities that have kept various groups of people from enjoying anything other than superficial unity, and if you don't believe me then you should make the world safe for democracy. Worse yet, Atelier 801 wants to help goofy Xanthippes back up their prejudices with “scientific” proof. Given that no one is more opposed to neocolonialism than I, I can safely state that over the past couple of years I have had occasion to evaluate Atelier 801's solutions in terms of their ability to view countries and the people that live in them either as economic targets to be exploited or as military targets to be defeated. What I have discovered shows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Atelier 801's epithets have merged with tribalism in several interesting ways. Both spring from the same kind of reality-denying mentality. Both practice human sacrifice on a grand scale in some sort of choleric death cult. And both create a perfect playing field for self-centered rabble-rousers. Let me end this letter by challenging my readers to lift our national policy from the quicksand of racial injustice to the solid rock of human dignity. Are you with me, or with the forces of nonrepresentationalism and oppression
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