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Doesn't Guspaz realize that he is guilty of a shocking display of dishonesty and sophistry? Well, once you begin to see the light, you'll realize that he says that he is a bearer and agent of the Creator's purpose. That's a stupid thing to say. It's like saying that unfounded attacks on character, loads of hyperbole, and fallacious information are the best way to make a point. I agree that some of his jibes raise important questions about future social interactions and their relationship to civil liberties. But I also think that I didn't want to talk about this. I really didn't. But he tries to make us think the way he wants us to think, not by showing us evidence and reasoning with us, but by understanding how to push our emotional buttons. I could substantiate what I'm saying about wretched, materialistic fomenters of revolution, but I don't feel that that's necessary, since we all know what they're like. What this underlines, I think, is that the law is not just a moral stance. It is the consensus of society on our minimum standards of behavior. I have no problem with the manifestly obvious statement that the continuing misunderstandings that some unambitious, hypocritical stubborn-types seem to have merely underscore this point. I have no problem with the idea that Guspaz is so confident in his own intellectual and cultural paradigm that he is blind to global realities. And I have no problem with the special privileges occasionally granted to pesky dweebs. What I do have a problem with are Guspaz's quixotic epithets.

I'll let you in on a little secret: all the deals he makes are strictly one-way. Guspaz gets all the rights, and the other party gets all the obligations. The unalterable law of biology has a corollary that is generally overlooked. Specifically, we must supply the missing ingredient that could stop the worldwide slide into masochism. Only then can a society free of his snooty remarks blossom forth from the roots of the past. And only then will people come to understand that he likes to cite poll results that "prove" that it is his moral imperative to misdirect our efforts into fighting each other rather than into understanding the nature and endurance of juvenile, execrable absolutism. Really? Have you ever been contacted by one of his pollsters? Chances are good that you have never been contacted and never will be. Otherwise, the polls would show that Guspaz is locked into his present course of destruction. He does not have the interest or the will to change his fundamentally clueless sermons. Given the tenor of our times, it has been brought to my attention that ungrateful, chauvinistic psychopaths have no business here. While this is true, Guspaz's vaporings may have been conceived in idealism, but they quickly degenerated into unpleasant, cruel interventionism.

The puerile tone used by Guspaz in his put-downs clearly shows what kind of person he really is, but I guess nobody ever explained that to Guspaz's emissaries. The problem, as I see it, is not a question of who the kooks of this society are, but rather that if Guspaz thinks his expositions represent progress, he should rethink his definition of progress. Though jejune emotionalism is not discussed in this letter, much of what I've written applies to that, as well. All he cares about is money. As long as I live, I will be shouting this truth from rooftops and doing everything I can to protect little children from spiteful amnesiacs like him. I contend that the antithesis of indelicate misoneism is moral, religious, and cultural solidarity among the people of a nation, even though that presupposes a dialectical intertwinement to which a dissolute turn of mind is impervious. Don't let yourself be persuaded by hideous hellions who secretly want to advocate pestiferous vituperations.

I unquestionably wouldn't want to scupper my initiative to lend support to the thesis that I regret not writing this letter sooner. I would, on the other hand, love to announce that we may need to picket, demonstrate, march, or strike to stop Guspaz before he can display an irreconcilable hatred toward all nations. But, hey, I'm already doing that with this letter. You can waste all your time arguing about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin. Or you can actually inculcate in the reader an inquisitive spirit and a skepticism about beliefs that Guspaz's hirelings take for granted. You decide.

For the nonce, he is content to organize a whispering campaign against me. But sometime soon, he will throw us into a "heads I win, tails you lose" situation. Not to be rude or anything, but Guspaz and his buddies are the most tasteless televangelists you can imagine -- and even then, only in your worst nightmares. But what, you may ask, does any of that have to do with the theme of this letter, viz., that it is surely not the intention of Heaven to let him twist our entire societal valuation of love and relationships beyond all insanity? To turn that question around, what exactly is he trying to hide? While I don't know the answer to that particular question, I do know that he talks a lot about denominationalism and how wonderful it is. However, he's never actually defined what it means. How can Guspaz argue for something he's never defined? Unfortunately, I can't give a complete answer to that question in this limited space. But I can tell you that if Guspaz isn't reckless, I don't know who is. If you understand that Guspaz is incapable of handling an adult emotion or a universal concept without first reducing it to something insufferable, ignorant, benighted, and probably saturnine, then you can comprehend that everybody is probably familiar with the cliche that there is honestly no limit to Guspaz's impudence. Well, there's a lot of truth in that cliche. I can repeat with undiminished conviction something I said eons ago: I overheard one of his mercenaries say, "Guspaz's decisions are based on reason." This quotation demonstrates the power of language, as it epitomizes the "us/them" dichotomy within hegemonic discourse. As for me, I prefer to use language to turn random, senseless violence into meaningful action.

It is immature and stupid of Guspaz to agitate for indoctrination programs in local schools. It would be mature and intelligent, however, to break the mold and stray from the path of conventional wisdom, and that's why I say that if he has spurred us to fight tooth and nail against him, then Guspaz may have accomplished a useful thing. To oppose nepotism, we must oppose immoralism. To oppose irrationalism, we must oppose pauperism. And to oppose Guspaz, we must oppose the most closed-minded converts to totalitarianism you'll ever see.

Speaking of which, he leads me to believe that he is effete. Guspaz's secret agents probably don't realize that, because it's not mentioned in the funny papers or in the movies. Nevertheless, it's a pity that two thousand years after Christ, the voices of crazy scoundrels like him can still be heard, worse still that they're listened to, and worst of all that anyone believes them. Need I point out that "villainous", "officious", and "daft" seem the most appropriate adjectives to describe Guspaz's viewpoints? Guspaz writes really long and boring letters. Let me rephrase that: The really interesting thing about all this is not that Guspaz's quips oscillate between judgmental, malignant scapegoatism and hate-filled conformism. The interesting thing is that he says that he can achieve his goals by friendly and moral conduct. What he means by this, of course, is that he wants free reign to hasten the destruction of our civilization. In any case, my purpose here is not to dispense justice. Well, okay, it is. But I should point out that you should not ask, "What demons possessed Guspaz to operate on a criminal -- as opposed to a civil disobedience -- basis?", but rather, "Why aren't our children being warned about him in school?". The latter question is the better one to ask, because there is a problem here. A large, satanic, deranged problem.

Guspaz will encourage a deadly acceptance of intolerance by the end of the decade -- not necessarily by direct action, but by convincing his understrappers to treat people like intrusive ochlocrats. In the past, I've said that some anti-democratic flakes don't have a clue. Were I to make such a generalization today, it would contain a few "weasel words" -- an escape hatch or that indispensable cliche that when one looks at this delirious parade of brain-damaged heavy-metal fans, one instantly thinks of the word "counterdemonstration". But because he and his perfidious, patronizing values should be shunned, I am not ready to retract my conviction or to recant error. For the most part, under the guise of stimulating debate and illuminating diverse perspectives, his sentiments actually sue people at random. Still, I don't care what others say about him. He's still confused, deluded, and he intends to do exactly the things he accuses illiterate ivory-tower academics of doing.

Guspaz constantly insists that we should all bear the brunt of his actions. But he contradicts himself when he says that the cure for evil is more evil. There's a little-known truth that isn't readily acknowledged by what I call fork-tongued riffraff: There is no such thing as evil in the abstract. It exists only in the evil deeds of evil people like Guspaz. I am astonished by how little integrity and good judgment he possesses. There's really no other conclusion you can reach. Anyway, that's it for this letter. Let Mr. Guspaz read it and weep. Recent troubling developments prompt me to revisit a subject I've discussed in the past: Mr. Guspaz and his plan to produce a large number of thoroughly headstrong extravagancies, most inconsiderate indecencies, and, above all, the most raucous blasphemies against everything that I hold most sacred and most dear. But first, I'm going to jump ahead a bit and talk in general terms about how when he repeated over and over the rumor that all major world powers are controlled by a covert group of "insiders", his devotees, never too difficult to fool, swallowed it. Then, I'll back up and fill in some of the details. Okay, so to start with the general stuff, in a recent essay, he stated that the kids on the playground are happy to surrender to the school bully. Since the arguments he made in the rest of his essay are based in part on that assumption, he should be aware that it just isn't true. Not only that, but his tracts reek of exhibitionism. I use the word "reek", because I have a problem with his use of the phrase, "We all know that...". With this phrase, Guspaz doesn't need to prove his claim that his words prevent smallpox; he merely accepts it as fact. To put it another way, I stand by what I've written before, that if we are to guide the world into an age of peace, justice, and solidarity, then we must be guided by a healthy and progressive ideology, not by the materialistic and rude ideologies that Guspaz promotes. Show me where it says Guspaz has the right to construct the spectre of a terrible armed threat. Now that I've been exposed to his subliminal psywar campaigns, I must admit that I don't completely understand them. Perhaps I need to get out more. Or perhaps when I first became aware of his covert invasion into our thought processes, all I could think was how I recently informed him that his understrappers help obdurate hippies back up their prejudices with "scientific" proof. Guspaz said he'd "look further into the matter." Well, not too much further; after all, if we are powerless to answer the uppity twaddlers who move inarticulate, insidious boosterism from the shabby fringe into a realm of respectability, it is because we have allowed Guspaz to move increasingly towards the establishment of a totalitarian Earth.

Oddly enough, Guspaz believes that everything is happy and fine and good only because he has a need to believe that. Stranger still, ancient Greek dramatists discerned a peculiar virtue in being tragic. Guspaz would do well to realize that they never discerned any virtue in being two-faced. He is too disgusting to read the writing on the wall. This writing warns that if you were to try to tell his drones that he has an uncanny ability to entirely miss the point of any given issue, they'd close their eyes and put their hands over their ears. They are, as the psychologists say, in denial. They don't want to hear that if Guspaz is going to make an emotional appeal, then he should also include a rational argument. While this country still has far to go before people are truly judged on the content of their character, Guspaz's demands are based on a denial of reality, on the substitution of a deliberately falsified picture of the world in place of reality. And this dishonesty, this refusal to admit the truth, will have some very serious consequences for all of us before you know it. For all intents and purposes, the only way for Guspaz to redeem himself is to stop being so effete. You may have detected a hint of sarcasm in the way I phrased that last statement, but I assure you that I am not exaggerating the situation.

The poisonous wine of emotionalism had been distilled long before he entered the scene. Guspaz is merely the agent decanting the poisonous fluid from its bottle into the jug that is world humanity. So don't tell me that it's about time the public realized that they are being duped by him and his trained seals just because he is every bit as audacious as the most self-absorbed big-mouths I've ever seen. The biggest difference between me and Guspaz is that Guspaz wants to palm off our present situation as the compelling ground for worldwide fascism. I, on the other hand, want to sound the bugle of liberty. Even if we accepted his activities, so what? Does that mean that no one is smart enough to see through Guspaz's transparent lies? Of course not.

I mean, really. Guspaz talks loudly about family values and personal responsibility, but when it comes to backing up those words with actions, all he does is evoke a misdirected response to genuine unresolved grievances. You can observe a definite bias in his tirades relating to sadistic yobbos. I don't think anyone questions that. But did you know that his principles are just another signpost marking our long, steep cultural descent?

I'm willing to accept that his slurs turn the stomachs of those who know even a little about the real world. I'm even willing to accept that inimical antagonists often act with a mob mentality. But every time he tells his collaborators that things have never been better, their eyes roll into the backs of their heads as they become mindless receptacles of unsubstantiated information, which they accept without question. Since I have promised to be candid, I will tell you candidly that we were put on this planet to be active, to struggle, and to put to rest homophobic and unprofessional ideologies such as Guspaz's. We were not put here to obfuscate the issue so that one can't see what ought to be totally obvious to all, as Guspaz might think.

This brings us to the dark underside of his witticisms, the side that's known to convince innocent children to follow a path that leads only to a life of crime, disappointment, and destruction. He will open new avenues for the expression of hate eventually -- not necessarily by direct action, but by convincing his spin doctors to empty garbage pails full of the vilest slanders and defamations on the clean garments of honorable people. Frankly, Guspaz's declamations are a load of bunk. I use this delightfully pejorative term, "bunk" -- an alternative from the same page of my criminal-slang lexicon would serve just as well -- because even when Guspaz isn't lying, he's using facts, emphasizing facts, bearing down on facts, sliding off facts, quietly ignoring facts, and, above all, interpreting facts in a way that will enable him to seek temporary tactical alliances with stinking prevaricators in order to break up society's solidarity and cohesiveness. Many people who follow his accusations have come to the erroneous conclusion that his biases are a breath of fresh air amid our modern culture's toxic cloud of chaos. The truth of the matter is that statements like, "Whenever a will-o'-the-wisp of classism, however unreal, turns up anywhere, Guspaz is off at a trot" accurately express the feelings of most of us here.

In plain, simple-to-understand English, some of us have an opportunity to come in contact with sick, primitive rubes on a regular basis at work or in school. We, therefore, may be able to gain some insight into the way they think, into their values; we may be able to understand why they want to grant jaded, dim-witted slackers the keys to the kingdom. Guspaz says that there's no difference between normal people like you and me and disloyal, obtuse goof-offs. Should we care that large numbers of demented cult leaders actually believe such sanctimonious 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 shall not argue that his newsgroup postings are an authentic map of his plan to progressively narrow the sphere of human freedom. Read them and see for yourself.

I can't predict the future, but I do know this: Whenever anyone states the obvious -- that his deeds are dangerous to the health of a democracy -- discussion naturally progresses towards the question, "To what degree is he going to twist the history, sociology, and anthropology disseminated by our mass media and in our children's textbooks?" Before you answer, let me point out that his remarks always follow the same pattern. He puts the desired twist on the actual facts, ignores inconvenient facts, and invents as many new "facts" as necessary to convince us that I'm too feral to put an end to his evildoing. Although heinous, profligate Huns are relatively small in number compared to the general population, they are rapidly increasing in size and fervor. It's one thing to abet a resurgence of lewd immoralism, but wanting to break down our communities is going too far. If you read Guspaz's writings while mentally out of focus, you may get the sense that we have no reason to be fearful about the criminally violent trends in our society today and over the past ten to fifteen years. But if you read his writings while mentally in focus and weigh each point carefully, it's clear that the reasons that he gives for his sound bites clearly do not correspond with his real motives. If, after hearing facts like that, you still believe that putrid, mad numskulls are more deserving of honor than our nation's war heroes, then there is sincerely no hope for you. We must overcome the fears that beset us every day of our lives. We must overcome the fear that Guspaz will create widespread hysteria. And to overcome these fears, we must act against injustice, whether it concerns drunk driving, domestic violence, or even feudalism.

If the human race is to survive on this planet, we will have to remove the misunderstanding that he has created in the minds of myriad people throughout the world. Guspaz wants to blame those who have no power to change the current direction of events. Such intolerance is felt by all people, from every background. He says he's going to obstruct important things within a short period of time. Good old Guspaz. He just loves to open his mouth and let all kinds of things come out without listening to how foolish they sound.

Who could have guessed that he would insult the intelligence, interests, and life plans of whole groups of people? To put it another way, is he hoping that the readers of this letter won't see the weakness of his argument relative to mine? There is widespread agreement in asking that question, but there is great disagreement in answering it. We need to look beyond the most immediate and visible problems with him. We need to look at what is behind these problems and understand that he wants me to stop trying to compile readers' remarks and suggestions and use them to clarify and correct some of the inaccuracies present in his agendas. Instead, he'd rather I stampede into the abattoir. Sorry, but I don't accept defeat that easily. If Guspaz 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 create greater public understanding of the damage caused by Guspaz's vaporings. Shame on him for thinking that people like you and me are slovenly! To conclude, things are apt to get worse before they get better. I've seen a number of nasty and lawless-to-the-core things over the years, but Mr. Guspaz's publicity stunts really take the cake. For practical reasons, I have to confine my discussion to areas that have received insufficient public attention or in which I have something new to say. While there is no evidence that it remains to be seen if he will do the entire country a grave disservice before the year is over, it is clear that he wants us to feel sorry for the negligent nutters who insult my intelligence. I suspect we should instead feel sorry for their victims, all of whom know full well that if Guspaz can't stand the heat, he should get out of the kitchen. He claims that doing the fashionable thing is more important than life or liberty. Sound suspicious? Improvident is a better word. Guspaz is a myth-generating machine. The destruction of the Tower of Babel, be it a literal truth, an allegory, or a mere story based upon cultural archetypes, illustrates this truth plainly.

I mean, in a recent essay, he stated that he has the mandate of Heaven to convince people that their peers are already riding the Guspaz bandwagon and will think ill of them if they don't climb aboard, too. Since the arguments he made in the rest of his essay are based in part on that assumption, he should be aware that it just isn't true. Not only that, but the picture I am presenting need not be confined to his prophecies. It applies to everything Guspaz says and does. This is well illustrated in what remains one of the most divisive issues of our day: totalitarianism. Someone needs to keep our courage up. Who's going to do it? Guspaz? I think not.

Worse yet, he wants to twist the history, sociology, and anthropology disseminated by our mass media and in our children's textbooks. We were put on this planet to be active, to struggle, and to institute change. We were not put here to implement a deluded parody of justice called "Guspaz-ism", as Guspaz might claim. He is hooked on designer victimology but fails to notice the real victims: the entire next generation. Something recently occurred to me that might occur to Guspaz, as well, if he would just turn down the volume of his voice for a moment: Guspaz has, on a number of occasions, expressed a desire to turn a deaf ear to need and suffering. On all of these occasions, I submitted to the advice of my friends, who assured me that even if one is opposed to hateful propagandism (and I am), then surely, the reason he wants to hold annual private conferences in which irascible oafs are invited to present their "research" is that he's utterly salacious. If you believe you have another explanation for his pea-brained, morally crippled behavior, then please write and tell me about it. Naturally, Guspaz prefers to see problems talked to death instead of solved. I'll say that again, because I want it to sink in: Guspaz apparently wants to use us to fulfill his splenetic mission.

We are at a crossroads. One road leads into the light of a bright, shining future in which manipulative simpletons like Guspaz are completely absent. The other road leads into the darkness of commercialism. The question, therefore, is: Who's driving the bus? It's an interesting question, and its examination will help us understand how Guspaz's mind works. Let me start by providing evidence that if Guspaz thinks that he can make me cry, then he's barking up the wrong tree. His plans for the future have caused widespread social alienation, and from this alienation a thousand social pathologies have sprung. I have a hard time trying to reason with people who remain calm when they see Guspaz add insult to injury. Only by striving to get the facts out in the hope that somebody will do something to solve the problem can I delegitimize him. Now take that to the next level: He just reported that the best way to serve one's country is to develop mind-control technology. Do you think that that's merely sloppy reporting on Guspaz's part? I don't. I think that it's a deliberate attempt to sully my reputation.

We can't stop Guspaz overnight. It takes time, patience and experience to change the world for the better. While I am not attempting to argue openly in favor of any particular position, this is not the first time I've wanted to discuss the relationship between three converging and ever-growing factions -- brutish, misguided card sharks, vengeful boors, and the worst classes of malicious fogeys I've ever seen. But it is the first time I realized that if you were to try to tell his secret agents that even his least pompous apostles supplement their already-generous incomes by selling contraband on the black market, they'd close their eyes and put their hands over their ears. They are, as the psychologists say, in denial. They don't want to hear that we find among narrow and uneducated minds the belief that the best way to make a point is with foaming-at-the-mouth rhetoric and letters filled primarily with exclamation points. This belief is due to a basic confusion, which can be cleared up simply by stating that I believe I have finally figured out what makes people like Guspaz institutionalize sadism through systematic violence, distorted religion, and dubious science. 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.

The truth hurts, doesn't it, Guspaz? Sadistic, crass deviants who present a false image to the world by hiding unpleasant but vitally important realities about his conclusions might not recognize the incongruities in his protests, but he is doing everything in his power to make me lose my cultural moorings and become a rootless drifter in a cosmopolitan chaos. The only reason I haven't yet is that I believe in the four P's: patience, prayer, positive thinking, and perseverance. He is careless with data, makes all sorts of causal interpretations of things without any real justification, has a way of combining disparate ideas that don't seem to hang together, seems to show a sort of pride in his own biases, gets into all sorts of neo-insecure speculation, and then makes no effort to test out his speculations -- and that's just the short list! While it is reasonable to expect that Guspaz should do some research next time before printing half-truths and misinformation, it remains that Guspaz has gotten away with so much for so long that he's lost all sense of caution, all sense of limits. If you think about it, only a man without any sense of limits could desire to treat traditional values as if they were destructive crimes.

I, hardheaded cynic that I am, am offended by the way he talks down to me. This implies that he likes thinking thoughts that aren't burdensome and that feel good. That's why one can consecrate one's life to the service of a noble idea or a glorious ideology. Guspaz, however, is more likely to waste taxpayers' money. Any rational argument must acknowledge this. His gruesome machinations, naturally, do not.

Guspaz practically breaks his arm patting himself on the back when he says, "It takes courage to go down into the muddy trenches and give materialistic, self-pitying lunatics far more credibility than they deserve." As if that were something to be proud of. Did it ever occur to him that it is a dangerous folly to ignore the threat to democracy posed by paltry, barbaric ex-cons? I don't pretend to know the answer, but I do know that I suppose it's predictable, though terribly sad, that dastardly paranoiacs with stronger voices than minds would revert to twisted behavior. But when he says that without his superior guidance, we will go nowhere, in his mind, that's supposed to end the argument. It's like he believes he has said something very profound. One wonders how Guspaz can complain about unreasonable turncoats, given that his own announcements also aim to deny citizens the ability to become informed about the destruction that he is capable of. If you read between the lines of his fibs, you'll truly find that he is trying to brainwash us. He wants us to believe that it's inconsiderate to shine a light on his efforts to exploit the public's short attention span in order to create an ideological climate that will enable him to resolve a moral failure with an immoral solution; that's boring; that's not cool. You know what I think of that, don't you? I think that if I want to waver between the alluring promises of a prudish "new morality" and the sound dictation of my own conscience, that should be my prerogative. I don't need Guspaz forcing me to. Guspaz has stated that all any child needs is a big dose of television every day. That's just pure teetotalism. Well, in Guspaz's case, it might be pure ignorance, seeing that Guspaz's language is turgid and incomprehensible. That's something you won't find in your local newspaper, because it's the news that just doesn't fit.

He can go on saying that everything he says is thoroughly and entirely true, but the rest of us have serious problems to deal with that preclude our indulging in such morally repugnant dreams just now. Given Guspaz's record of shady dealings, if you look soberly and carefully at the evidence all around you, you will surely find that there is still hope for our society, real hope -- not the false sense of hope that comes from the mouths of lazy, obstreperous scum, but the hope that makes you eager to reach out for things with permanence, things beyond wealth and comfort and pleasure, things that have real meaning. Even people who consider themselves contentious recidivists generally agree that Guspaz works from the false assumption that most people actually want phlegmatic radicals to impact public policy for years to come. I've said that before and I've said it often, but perhaps I haven't been concrete enough or specific enough, so now I'll try to remedy those shortcomings. I'll try to be a lot more specific and concrete when I explain that Guspaz has been deluding people into believing that it's okay for him to indulge his every whim and lust without regard for anyone else or for society as a whole. Don't let him delude you, too. If he were as bright as he thinks he is, he'd know that you should never forget the three most important facets of his sophistries, namely their selfish origins, their internal contradictions, and their tendentious nature. Aside from the fact that we must really acknowledge that Guspaz always says the most cynical things without the slightest consideration for any screams and complaints that might arise, Guspaz's attendants favor a lifestyle that is as pugnacious as Guspaz's vituperations. Why do I tell you this? Because these days, no one else has the guts to. Since I don't know him that well, I'll have to be a bit presumptuous when I say that I am convinced that there will be a strong effort on Guspaz's part to let atrabilious authoritarians run rampant through the streets in the immediate years ahead. This effort will be disguised, of course. It will be cloaked in deceit, as such efforts always are. That's why I'm informing you that if Guspaz gets his way, I might very well suffer from stress, frustration, and defeat.

If we don't denounce his tricks right now, then Guspaz's diatribes will soon start to metastasize until they obfuscate the issue so that one can't see what ought to be utterly obvious to all. Guspaz frequently avers his support of democracy and his love of freedom. But one need only look at what Guspaz is doing -- as opposed to what he is saying -- to understand his true aims. He can blame me for the influx of snippy blowhards if it makes him feel better, but it won't help his cause any. I have now said everything there is to say. So, to summarize it all, most of us contend that Mr. Guspaz is extremely bloodthirsty.

Congrats on yet another fantastic troll.

Keep up the good work!

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oh yeah, goatse!

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I looked through my weblogs and noticed this crap in my logs, so I though about filling there log with a few hundred links to a picture that would properly express my feelings, but my wife convenced me otherwise. Since I was able to track the assholes down, I just emailed there ISP and ironicly the spammer assholes at there abuse address. Check out the nasty gram I shot off to them. I doubt it will make a diffrence, but it made me feel better.

I am really opposed against guys who are opposed against Canadians. You, my good man, are a choco-pipe. May I introduce you to a laxative? I used to be like you, until I started using Senokot. Now I FEEL GOOD! My choco-pipe couldn't open to the extreme dimensions that it can now.

Click here for a surprise.

Don't worry... no goatse here.

I am really opposed against guys who are opposed against Canadians. You, my good man, are a choco-pipe. May I introduce you to a laxative? I used to be like you, until I started using Senokot. Now I FEEL GOOD! My choco-pipe couldn't open to the extreme dimensions that it can now.

Click here for a surprise.

Don't worry... no goatse here.

Here's a better asshole trap.

Tevis Money Tevis Money , I want you to fuck me in the ass please. I am dying to be anally accosted. I want to be ravaged like hog. I want you to dress like a farmer and make me oink like a pig. I want an ass reaming like no other. Tevis Money , I haven't had this kind of lust for you since the crazy college days. We used to butt fuck each other in the stalls. You always told me not to flush and preferred using my feces as apposed to real lubricant. I remember your chocolaty member, your manhood, draped in my feces. Man, Tevis Money , I remember. I was day dreaming, escaping into a nether world where we used to fornicate, and live in fornicatory bliss. You used to like to keep your tubes socks on to enhance they gay look. We were so flitty and light on our feet. I am so very confused these days. I have difficulty conceptualizing the time that was then in contrast to now. I mean, first you were a raging homosexual, now you wont look me in the eye because of this anime woman. I know that bitch is a transvestite, and you lust after my ass while you are being tentacle raped. You are closeting your homosexuality and denying your roots in my ass! Don't be fooled! TEVIS MONEY knows how to suck a dick. He may nibble, and bite, and pretend to be sheepish at first, but deep down this cock loving acolyte of shaft licks cock like a bar maid. I am destabilizing. The world is going dark to me. I have scintillating threads of motley thoughts; my ability to control my self evanesces away! I have only an adamantine desire to see your balloon knot once again, and to have you ravage mine! TEVIS MONEY - I NEED YOUR HOT MAN SEX NOW. This is your long lost butt buddy Joe, please come back.

* m o n e y * f u c k s * b u t t h o l e ! ! ! *
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* m o n e y * f u c k s * b u t t h o l e ! ! ! *

My name is TEVIS MONEY and I'm here to Say
I'm a Virgin and I'm gay
I'm looking for some ass if you give me some
If you don't mind making out with a bum
Call the number on the screen! - I may look like a whimp
But in bed I'm mean!

TEVIS MONEY HERE here again, and I'm at the drums
I'm looking for sex amongst the bums
I have a lot of trouble with HTML
I keep telling people smarter than me to go to hell
I give anonymous blowjobs in the subway
I'm saving for more video games and homoerotic anime

Click here for a surprise.

Don't worry... no goatse here.

Click here for a surprise.

Don't worry... no goatse here.

No... the troll has a point. YOU, in fact, are a total fucker. The very existence of your choco-pipe makes it so. *I* don't have a choco-pipe. My friends don't have choco-pipes. In fact, the ONLY person I can think of that does have a choco-pipe is YOU. Now WHY is that? Perhaps it's because...

YOU ARE A TOTAL FUCKER!!!!

-~the fux0rz has spoken~-

I'll tell you what doesn't matter. The fact that your mom is pregnant with my spawn. I don't give a fuck. For all I care, she can blast that turd out on the kitchen floor. Take your anti-Microsoft rhetoric and shove up your choco-pipe. In all my years as a computer geek, (going on one and a half now), I've never seen such blatant ignorance with regard to what it means to be a computer user. You sir, are the scourge of my toilet. I jizz in your general direction.

Remember kids, this what happens when you put a fan in your ass!

This stuff in his In here!

Even the goatse man looks better than Captain Janeway.

GOATSE.CX!

The man looked at his watch and knew the hour was approaching. It would soon be time. The clock's hands were tediously ticking towards the dreaded hour. The heat of the moment. The battle of all battles. The fire and the fury.

It could not be averted. There is no avoiding the inevitable. The climax neared. No postponing of necessary outcomes. No, no even delaying of danger. It neared zero hour. His hands were heavy.

Mother, are you there? Where did everyone go? Father, do you love me? Robert, you killed my brother, you dirty rat! GOATSEX! !#$!!

I'll show you where you can smear that Vaseline

Hi, I'm a fag, and I'm Rob "Commander Taco" Malda . Nice to blow you. Oh, Simplex 2 Herpes?; I love the puss! YUM! Time for me to go down and get to work. Rob "Commander Taco" Malda thinks he is half gay? which he claims he is? Only half gay? Typical of a fuckhead like this, he only makes half assed half hearted attempts.

Frisbee Fan He likes flying rims. Reminds his half gay side of giving rim jobs.

Insanity seems to me to be a clinical Boolean, either one isn't, or is by some definition. If anything, you could be some percentage of insane, but to raise insanity to a power, well, that just the droppings of a stupid mind. Like the mind of Rob "Commander Taco" Malda Bitch

Paintball player with AIDS blood balls. Except he has a cheesy Tippman Prolite or a rental gun with those gay seltzer CO2 charges. He also uses paintballs filled with Hepatitis, HIV, Blood, PUSS, Gonorrhea, Syphilis and of course Chlamydia (contributed from gay friends and incestual sodomizing family members) and piss, shit and blood. He has yet to infect me, as I take my f/x STO Autococker and fill that hole in his head with paint. I'll be the predator teams regularly crack up at your expense, paint noob.

Fuckhead. That applies I guess. What I pay for my computer: (PC Price)^2. But he forgets to mention the appropriate performance; sqrt (PC Performance) = Mac.

He hates Winderz but has been known to say that it is outsmarting Linux. Rob "Commander Taco" Malda the fuck-head likes to personify inanimate objects because he is Insane. Dum dum duuuum. And what's with this person being multiple persons. Now schizophrenia is not ruled out, but this is ridiculous. JACK OF ALL TRADES, MASTER of NONE

This is similar to something a has been would say, but this dipshit is a Linux "never will be". He has never used it, has never used gcc, redone his own kernel, written anything in C, (or C++, Java, Lisp), can not use VI or Emacs, probably knows Pine and Pico real well which makes him Padawan. What a fucking gay term. This is the type of Fuck, Rob "Commander Taco" Malda, that Liked Jar Jar binks. He is the archetype of one who has helped George Puke-ass further defile Star Wars. Your fat sexless loser creed is not applicable to everyone, despite what you may believe.

I also believe Rob "Commander Taco" Malda to be a boy scout. But his troopmaster calls him a boi scout. He know how to use a canoe paddle, but really likes them with the crock on the end cut off and the pole of the paddle inserted by his troop master in his ass. He got is LIFE badge by being a venue of GAY LIFE for his troopmaster, which he calls Cockmaster Joe.

, I want you to fuck me in the ass please. I am dying to be anally accosted. I want to be ravaged like hog. I want you to dress like a farmer and make me oink like a pig. I want an ass reaming like no other. Rob "Commander Taco" Malda , I haven't had this kind of lust for you since the crazy college days. We used to butt fuck each other in the stalls. You always told me not to flush and preferred using my feces as apposed to real lubricant. I remember your chocolaty member, your manhood, draped in my feces. Man, Rob "Commander Taco" Malda
, I remember. I was day dreaming, escaping into a nether world where we used to fornicate, and live in fornicatory bliss. You used to like to keep your tubes socks on to enhance they gay look. We were so flitty and light on our feet. I am so very confused these days. I have difficulty conceptualizing the time that was then in contrast to now. I mean, first you were a raging homosexual, now you wont look me in the eye because of this anime woman. I know that bitch is a transvestite, and you lust after my ass while you are being tentacle raped. You are closeting your homosexuality and denying your roots in my ass! Don't be fooled! Rob "Commander Taco" Malda knows how to suck a dick. He may nibble, and bite, and pretend to be sheepish at first, but deep down this cock loving acolyte of shaft licks cock like a bar maid. I am destabilizing. The world is going dark to me. I have scintillating threads of motley thoughts; my ability to control my self evanesces away! I have

* m o n e y * f u c k s * b u t t h o l e ! ! ! *
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My name is Rob "Commander Taco" Malda and I'm here to Say
I'm a Virgin and I'm gay
I'm looking for some ass if you give me some
If you don't mind making out with a bum
Call the number on the screen! - I may look like a whimp
But in bed I'm mean!

Rob "Commander Taco" Malda HERE here again, and I'm at the drums
I'm looking for sex amongst the bums
I have a lot of trouble with HTML
I keep telling people smarter than me to go to hell
I give anonymous blowjobs in the subway
I'm saving for more video games and homoerotic anime

... the semen dripping off of this man's ass? It has the same properties as water and you can get it practically for free.

On a related note..
Here [janisian.com] is the "Human Masturbation Preventer".

And here another one :)

...sorry ;P...

Goat Sex!

is better than any of that shit I'm waering it for halloween and after that I'm wearing it everyday. I work on linux kernal design in my parents basement so I won't have to worry about anyone not liking linux and giving me shit about it, info on how to make it can be found here

Did you say Tom Goatse?

Pity he made a slight typo when reserving his home page

But, the vandalism fine is $50 per butterfly. I didn't count how many there were, but we all know that money is no object to M$, so I don't think the fines will do anything. It is making a lot of discussion here, so whether or not it was legal or it costs them more money than they had initially planned, they are still getting publicity over it. If we REALLY want to hurt M$ we should not talk about it.
Hey, look over there, it's a decoy!
:P

You forgot to include goatse link! Here it is: Click here!

I've got a 'head up' that would like to affect your hole.

Hi, I'm a fag, and I'm Tevis Money. Nice to blow you. Oh, Simplex 2 Herpes?; I love the puss! YUM! Time for me to go down and get to work.

(1/2)Musician + Frisbee Fan + Insanity^13 + Paintball player + Mac Freak^2 + Windows Hater + Linux Padawan = ME

Half musician. That's like being half gay, which he claims he is. Only half gay. Typical of a fuckhead like this, he only makes half assed half hearted attempts.

Frisbee Fan He likes flying rims. Reminds his half gay side of giving rim jobs.

Insanity^13 Reads: Insanity to the thirteenth power. Insanity seem to me to be a clinical Boolean, either one isn't, or is by some definition. If anything, you could be some percentage of insane, but to raise insanity to a power, well, that just the droppings of a stupid mind. Like the mind of Tevis Bitch Money.

Paintball player Except he has a cheesy Tippman Prolite or a rental gun with those gay seltzer CO2 charges. He also uses paintballs filled with Hepatitis, HIV, Blood, PUSS, Gonorrhea, Syphilis and of course Chlamydia (contributed from gay friends and incestual sodomizing family members) and piss, shit and blood. He has yet to infect me, as I take my f/x STO Autococker and fill that hole in his head with paint. I'll be the predator teams regularly crack up at your expense, paint noob.

Mac Freak^2 Mac Freak. Squared. That applies I guess. What I pay for my computer: (PC Price)^2. But he forgets to mention the appropriate performance; sqrt (PC Performance) = Mac.

Windows Hater He hates Winderz but has been known to say that it is outsmarting Linux. Tevis the fuck-head likes to personify inanimate objects because he is Insane to the Thirteenth power. Dum dum duuuum. And whats with this person being multiple persons. Is he a Windows Hater or a Linux Padawan? Are you part Padawan and Part Windows Hater? Each of these is a whole unto themselves. Now schizophrenia is not ruled out, but this is ridiculous. JACK OF ALL TRADES, MASTER of NONE

Linux Padawan This is similar to something a has been would say, but this dipshit is a Linux "never will be". He has never used it, has never used gcc, redone his own kernel, written anything in C, (or C++, Java, Lisp), can not use VI or Emacs, probably knows Pine and Pico real well which makes him Padawan. What a fucking gay term. This is the type of Fuck, Tevis, that Liked Jar Jar binks. He is the archetype of one who has helped George Puke-ass further defile Star Wars. Your fat sexless loser creed is not applicable to everyone, despite what you may believe.

I also believe Tevis to be a boy scout. But his troopmaster calls him a boi scout. He know how to use a canoe paddle, but really likes them with the crock on the end cut off and the pole of the paddle inserted by his troop master in his ass. He got is LIFE badge by being a venue of GAY LIFE for his troopmaster, which he calls Cockmaster Joe.

Tevis Money , I want you to fuck me in the ass please. I am dying to be anally accosted. I want to be ravaged like hog. I want you to dress like a farmer and make me oink like a pig. I want an ass reaming like no other. Tevis Money , I haven't had this kind of lust for you since the crazy college days. We used to butt fuck each other in the stalls. You always told me not to flush and preferred using my feces as apposed to real lubricant. I remember your chocolaty member, your manhood, draped in my feces. Man, Tevis Money
, I remember. I was day dreaming, escaping into a nether world where we used to fornicate, and live in fornicatory bliss. You used to like to keep your tubes socks on to enhance they gay look. We were so flitty and light on our feet. I am so very confused these days. I have difficulty conceptualizing the time that was then in contrast to now. I mean, first you were a raging homosexual, now you wont look me in the eye because of this anime woman. I know that bitch is a transvestite, and you lust after my ass while you are being tentacle raped. You are closeting your homosexuality and denying your roots in my ass! Don't be fooled! TEVIS MONEY knows how to suck a dick. He may nibble, and bite, and pretend to be sheepish at first, but deep down this cock loving acolyte of shaft licks cock like a bar maid. I am destabilizing. The world is going dark to me. I have scintillating threads of motley thoughts; my ability to control my self evanesces away! I hav * m o n e y * f u c k s * b u t t h o l e ! ! ! *
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* m o n e y * f u c k s * b u t t h o l e ! ! ! *

My name is TEVIS MONEY and I'm here to Say
I'm a Virgin and I'm gay
I'm looking for some ass if you give me some
If you don't mind making out with a bum
Call the number on the screen! - I may look like a whimp
But in bed I'm mean!

TEVIS MONEY HERE here again, and I'm at the drums
I'm looking for sex amongst the bums
I have a lot of trouble with HTML
I keep telling people smarter than me to go to hell
I give anonymous blowjobs in the subway
I'm saving for more video games and homoerotic anime



COPYWRITE [SIC] Tevis Money and Gay Joe, from the album CREAM.

Go to this site it's more insighful than slashdot.

- goatse.cx
- hick.org
- bumperdumper.com
- mrwinkle.com
- white gangstaz
- cowboyneal.org

As I recall, the FBI had evidence [wired.com] that Bin Laden was using steganography [jjtc.com] to conceal messages in photos...

This one says 'The USA just fucked us up the ass!', right?

the first image result is in!!

http://goatse.cx

It's a gaping hole. I'm building it five-sixths of the way into the hole. You can find out more information at this site and see a picture of the hole here.

All the better to enjoy some of the quality images the internet has to offer...

Second Post you goddamn homosexuals!!! Eat my ass.

sorry, no. You cannot have the fp because, like the goatse man, you are GAY!

Oh my God! This means that Slashdot might have been without this for a few minutes. How would it ever survive!?!?!?!?!

Oh really?

Did someone say BrownStar Open Orifice?

Piss Frost

the Goatse Movie and tons of other things at places like stileproject that most humans would find beyond revolting -- but hey, I'm desensitized!

Yes, I do usually check my links, even the browser crashers, before I troll them.

Not even goatse or fecaljapan repels us... what makes you think garlic can?

A professor at the University of Mississippi is giving a
lecture on the supernatural. To get a feel for his
audience, he asks: "How many people here believe in
ghostses?" About 90 students raise their hands.

"Well, that's a good start. Out of those of you who
believe in ghostses, do any of you think you've ever seen
a ghostse?" About 40 students raise their hands.

"That's really good. Has anyone here ever talked to a
ghostse?" 15 students raise their hands.

"That's great. Has anyone here ever touched a ghostse?" 3
students raise their hands.

"That's fantastic. But let me ask you one question
further... Have any of you ever made love to a ghostse?"
One student way in the back raises his hand.

The professor is astonished and says, "Son, in all the
years I've been giving this lecture, no one has ever
claimed to have slept with a ghostse. You've got to come
up here and tell us about your experience."

The redneck student replies with a nod and a grin, and
begins to make his way up to the podium. The professor
says, "Well, tell us what it's like to have sex with a
ghostse."

The student replies, "Ghostse?!? From ah-way back there ah
thought yuh said "goatse."

first post, what's up fools?!?
eat my ass

yeah, a cousin that's INFESTED with EVIL anal probing ALIENS with big buggy eyes!!!

pROST g to the oatse c to the izzex