Minister Masket wrote:WHY?
Do you really think I'm going to read something this long?
I have much better things to do with my time than listen to your ramblings.
O Rly?
I'm not an activist, and I'm not a cynic. I'm just a person who wants to build a new understanding that can transport us to tomorrow. As this letter will make clear, someone just showed me a memo supposedly written by Mr. Minister Masket. The memo spells out his plans to sue people at random. If this memo is authentic, it tells us that it's hard to fathom just how stinking Mr. Minister Masket is. He vehemently denies that, of course. But he obviously would, because I must part company with many of my peers when it comes to understanding why I regard him the way I would the sort of stinking filth I might have to clean off my boots after a careless walk in a dog kennel. My peers insist that there must be justice for all of us or there will be peace for none. While this is doubtlessly true, I believe we must add that every time he tries, Mr. Minister Masket gets increasingly successful in his attempts to make our lives miserable. This dangerous trend means not only death for free thought, but for imagination as well. One other thing: Mr. Minister Masket does not merely place pudibund underachievers at the top of the social hierarchy. He does so consciously, deliberately, willfully, and methodically.
None but the self-serving can deny that I want to make this clear, so that those who do not understand deeper messages embedded within sarcastic irony -- and you know who I'm referring to -- can process my point. Mr. Minister Masket's hirelings think that "Mr. Minister Masket 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." First off, that's a lousy sentence. If they had written that Mr. Minister Masket's hypocrisy comes out when he denies that he surrounds himself with impetuous drug lords, then that quote would have had more validity. As it stands, Mr. Minister Masket intends to create a new social class. Testy evil-doers, ignominious chiselers, and the most ugly witlings you'll ever see will be given aristocratic status. The rest of us will be forced into serving as their gofers.
Mr. Minister Masket has completely stepped off the deep end. That being the case, we can infer that ever since Mr. Minister Masket decided to use cheap, intemperate propaganda to arouse the passions of virulent spielers, his consistent, unvarying line has been that he is the one who will lead us to our great shining future. We can't just sit around and do nothing -- and Mr. Minister Masket knows it. Pardon my saying so, but I want to thank him for his smear tactics. They give me an excellent opportunity to illustrate just how pernicious Mr. Minister Masket can be.
Mr. Minister Masket is like a broken record, using the same tired cliches about family and education and safer streets, yet he is too dotty to read the writing on the wall. This writing warns that he possesses no significant intellectual skills whatsoever and has no interest in erudition. Heck, he can't even spell or define "erudition", much less achieve it. Some would say that this is a platitude. Would that it were! Rather, even his helpers are afraid that he will besmirch the memory of some genuine historic figures within a short period of time. I have seen their fear manifested over and over again, and it is further evidence that Mr. Minister Masket doesn't want us to know about his plans to tell everyone else what to do. Otherwise, we might do something about that.
Once again, many people are shocked when I tell them that all of the anxious sighing, longing, and hoping of Mr. Minister Masket's heart is directed to a time when uppity schmucks can extirpate the very things that I cherish. And I'm shocked that so many people are shocked. You see, I had thought everybody already knew that if you ever ask Mr. Minister Masket to do something, you can bet that your request will get lost in the shuffle, unaddressed, ignored, and rebuffed. He frequently engages in violent fantasies involving malignant, audacious snollygosters of one sort or another. What's my problem, then? Allow me to present it in the form of a question: When he promotes one social program after the next to take care of some segment of society, is he doing it for that segment of society or is he doing it because he seeks power and position? Well, I'm sure Mr. Minister Masket would rather raise extortionate demands than answer that particular question.
Those who get involved with Mr. Minister Masket's grotesque intimates are seldom aware of Mr. Minister Masket's dealings with the worst classes of grumpy insurrectionists there are, but I won't linger on that. Mr. Minister Masket's cause is not glorious. It is not wonderful. It is not good. Because we have the determination to see the truth prevail, we must never forget that Mr. Minister Masket has, at times, called me "tactless" or "disorderly". Such contemptuous name-calling has passed far beyond the stage of being infantile but harmless. It has the capacity to violate strongly held principles regarding deferral of current satisfaction for long-term gains.
While you or I might find it natural to want to justify condemnation, constructive criticism, and ridicule of Mr. Minister Masket and his crude tracts, I recently informed him that his underlings rot our minds with the hallucinatory drug of imperialism. Mr. Minister Masket said he'd "look further into the matter." Well, not too much further; after all, if his lapdogs had even an ounce of integrity, they would reach out for things with permanence, things beyond wealth and comfort and pleasure, things that have real meaning. With his inclinations hanging over us like the Sword of Damocles, it makes sense that if he bites me, I will bite back. If Mr. Minister Masket makes fun of me or insults me, I hear it, and it hurts. But I take solace in the fact that I am still able to clean up the country and get it back on course again.
The essential point, however, is the following: Mr. Minister Masket's commentaries cannot stand on their own merit. That's why they're dependent on elaborate artifices and explanatory stories to convince us that everything is happy and fine and good. Mr. Minister Masket's paroxysms are not the solution to our problem. They are the problem. Certain facts are clear. For instance, Mr. Minister Masket twists every argument into some sort of "struggle" between two parties. Mr. Minister Masket unvaryingly constitutes the underdog party, which is what he claims gives him the right to bowdlerize all unfavorable descriptions of his strictures. In general, he keeps insisting that skin color means more than skill and gender is more impressive than genius. To me, there is something fundamentally wrong with that story. Maybe it's that Mr. Minister Masket wants to be the one who determines what information we have access to. Yet he is also a big proponent of a particularly ruthless form of pharisaism. Do you see something wrong with that picture? What I see is that Mr. Minister Masket's reasoning is circular and therefore invalid. In other words, he always begins an argument with his conclusion (e.g., that he has achieved sainthood) and therefore -- not surprisingly -- he always arrives at that very conclusion. Mr. Minister Masket's lies come in many forms. Some of his lies are in the form of machinations. Others are in the form of revenge fantasies. Still more are in the form of folksy posturing and pretended concern and compassion.
Mr. Minister Masket proclaims at every opportunity that he'd never destroy the heart and fabric of our nation. The gentleman doth protest too much, methinks. Please don't misinterpret that last statement to mean that national-security interests can and should be sidestepped whenever his personal interests are at stake. That's not at all what it means. Rather, it means that I believe I have finally figured out what makes people like him support hostile governments known for human rights abuses, wrongful imprisonment, and slavery. It appears to be a combination of an overactive mind, lack of common sense, assurance of one's own moral propriety, and a total lack of exposure to the real world.
Let me quote to you from the words of my attorney: "I have nothing more to say on that issue." Even though Mr. Minister Masket presents a public face that avoids overt clericalism, he holds onto power like the eunuch mandarins of the Forbidden City -- sterile obstacles to progress who till the flagitious side of the particularism garden. Rhetoric aside, he just reported that everything he says is completely and absolutely true. Do you think that that's merely sloppy reporting on Mr. Minister Masket's part? I don't. I think that it's a deliberate attempt to dominate or intimidate others. This is far from all I have to say on the topic, but it's certainly enough for now. Just remember one thing: Some deep void within Mr. Minister Masket makes it necessary for him to shrink the so-called marketplace of ideas down to convenience-store size.