I think your sister's hot. I wanna fuck every inch of her body. I wanna suck on those pink little nipples. I want her toes, too. Fuck you, dude, I'll kill you if I can't fuck your fucking sister, now.
Sir, you smell like you wrapped your lips around a penis until its owner jizzed all over your tongue. I insist you remove that penis immediately and wash your tongue off with soap.
Maybe I'm naturally oversensitive, or maybe someone just slipped me decaf coffee this morning, but Mr. Rob Malda will adopt or abandon any principle to obtain power. First things first: Everything I've said so far is by way of introduction to the key point I want to make in this letter. My key point is that there are some ribald lounge lizards who are contemptible. There are also some who are counter-productive. Which category does Malda fall into? If the question overwhelms you, I suggest you check "both". I oppose his philippics because they are resentful. I oppose them because they are scurrilous. And I oppose them because they will insist that our society be infested with irreligionism, obstructionism, terrorism, and an impressive swarm of other "isms" sooner or later.
It will not be easy to lend a helping hand. Nevertheless, we must attempt to do exactly that, for the overriding reason that his claims are not pedantic treatises expressing theories or extravaganzas dealing in fables or fancies. They are substantial, sober outpourings from the very soul of nihilism. Malda spouts a lot of numbers whenever he wants to make a point. He then subjectively interprets those numbers to support his prophecies while ignoring the fact that anyone who says that genocide, slavery, racism, and the systematic oppression, degradation, and exploitation of most of the world's people are all utterly justified can be branded as both crazy and craven. Let me recap that for you, because it really is extraordinarily important: If we are powerless to speak out against behavior and speech that is intended to pit the haves against the have-nots, it is because we have allowed Malda to produce culturally degenerate films and tapes. Malda sees all the evidence, but he is reluctant to accept the conclusion that if he got his way, he'd be able to extirpate the very things I cherish. Brrrr! It sends chills down my spine just thinking about that. Tribalism, in this case, is a tactic tied to a broader strategy of granting him the ability to leave us in the lurch. But there are other strains of morally repugnant opportunism active today, and the siren calls of those movements may mesmerize mudslinging unsympathetic vigilantes whose wretched fervor blinds them to historical lessons.
If he feels ridiculed by all the attention my letters are bringing him, then that's just too darn bad. Malda's arrogance has brought this upon himself. I didn't want to talk about this. I really didn't. But because of Malda's obsession with ethnocentrism, honor means nothing to him. Principles mean nothing to him. All he cares about is how best to put the gods of heaven into the corner as obsolete and outmoded and, in their stead, burn incense to the idol Mammon.
Malda's utterances are popular among what I call money-grubbing atrabilious vitriolic-types, but that doesn't mean the rest of us have to accept them. I respect Malda's cop-outs, although I challenge him to point out any text in this letter that proposes that his reinterpretations of historic events enhance performance standards, productivity, and competitiveness. It isn't there. There's neither a hint nor a suggestion of such a thing. My intention here is not just to make a genuine contribution to human society, but also to enable all people to achieve their potential as human beings. As I make no claim to be an authority on the subject, I defer to the judgments of an Oxford University professor, who has observed that Malda recently stated that he can walk on water. He said that with a straight face, without even cracking a smile or suppressing a giggle. He said it as if he meant it. That's scary, because he not only lies, but he brags about his lying to his grunts. As is so often the case, his mercenaries have learned their scripts well, and the rhetoric comes gushing forth with little provocation.
Malda's foolhardy uncontrollable publicity stunts bring ugliness and nastiness into our lives. News of this deviousness must spread like wildfire if we are ever to put inexorable pressure on him to be a bit more careful about what he says and does. Malda smells like he anally raped his sister last night, too. If you understand that Malda's blind faith in frotteurism leads him only to corruption, then you can comprehend that Malda is the embodiment of everything petty in our lives. Every grievance, every envy, every intransigent debauched ideology finds expression in Rob Malda. I can repeat with undiminished conviction something I said eons ago: In a recent essay, he stated that profits come before people. 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 thralls believe that "everything is happy and fine and good." First off, that's a lousy sentence. If they had written that Malda is unable to support his assertions with documentation of any sort, then that quote would have had more validity. As it stands, I cannot promise not to be angry at Malda. I do promise, however, to try to keep my anger under control, to keep it from leading me -- as it leads Malda -- to make mean-spirited pissants out to be something they're not. Malda's positions have no credibility. And here, I insist, lies a clue to the intellectual vacuum so gapingly apparent in Malda's harangues. To sum it all up, Mr. Rob Malda's worshippers amount to nothing more than dodgy party animals riding on the back of a social fungus attacking the body politic.
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I think your sister's hot. I wanna fuck every inch of her body. I wanna suck on those pink little nipples. I want her toes, too. Fuck you, dude, I'll kill you if I can't fuck your fucking sister, now.
Sir, you smell like you wrapped your lips around a penis until its owner jizzed all over your tongue. I insist you remove that penis immediately and wash your tongue off with soap.
You suck, you penis licker. Get over here and wrap your lips around my penis, now!
Maybe I'm naturally oversensitive, or maybe someone just slipped me decaf coffee this morning, but Mr. Rob Malda will adopt or abandon any principle to obtain power. First things first: Everything I've said so far is by way of introduction to the key point I want to make in this letter. My key point is that there are some ribald lounge lizards who are contemptible. There are also some who are counter-productive. Which category does Malda fall into? If the question overwhelms you, I suggest you check "both". I oppose his philippics because they are resentful. I oppose them because they are scurrilous. And I oppose them because they will insist that our society be infested with irreligionism, obstructionism, terrorism, and an impressive swarm of other "isms" sooner or later.
It will not be easy to lend a helping hand. Nevertheless, we must attempt to do exactly that, for the overriding reason that his claims are not pedantic treatises expressing theories or extravaganzas dealing in fables or fancies. They are substantial, sober outpourings from the very soul of nihilism. Malda spouts a lot of numbers whenever he wants to make a point. He then subjectively interprets those numbers to support his prophecies while ignoring the fact that anyone who says that genocide, slavery, racism, and the systematic oppression, degradation, and exploitation of most of the world's people are all utterly justified can be branded as both crazy and craven. Let me recap that for you, because it really is extraordinarily important: If we are powerless to speak out against behavior and speech that is intended to pit the haves against the have-nots, it is because we have allowed Malda to produce culturally degenerate films and tapes. Malda sees all the evidence, but he is reluctant to accept the conclusion that if he got his way, he'd be able to extirpate the very things I cherish. Brrrr! It sends chills down my spine just thinking about that. Tribalism, in this case, is a tactic tied to a broader strategy of granting him the ability to leave us in the lurch. But there are other strains of morally repugnant opportunism active today, and the siren calls of those movements may mesmerize mudslinging unsympathetic vigilantes whose wretched fervor blinds them to historical lessons.
If he feels ridiculed by all the attention my letters are bringing him, then that's just too darn bad. Malda's arrogance has brought this upon himself. I didn't want to talk about this. I really didn't. But because of Malda's obsession with ethnocentrism, honor means nothing to him. Principles mean nothing to him. All he cares about is how best to put the gods of heaven into the corner as obsolete and outmoded and, in their stead, burn incense to the idol Mammon.
Malda's utterances are popular among what I call money-grubbing atrabilious vitriolic-types, but that doesn't mean the rest of us have to accept them. I respect Malda's cop-outs, although I challenge him to point out any text in this letter that proposes that his reinterpretations of historic events enhance performance standards, productivity, and competitiveness. It isn't there. There's neither a hint nor a suggestion of such a thing. My intention here is not just to make a genuine contribution to human society, but also to enable all people to achieve their potential as human beings. As I make no claim to be an authority on the subject, I defer to the judgments of an Oxford University professor, who has observed that Malda recently stated that he can walk on water. He said that with a straight face, without even cracking a smile or suppressing a giggle. He said it as if he meant it. That's scary, because he not only lies, but he brags about his lying to his grunts. As is so often the case, his mercenaries have learned their scripts well, and the rhetoric comes gushing forth with little provocation.
Malda's foolhardy uncontrollable publicity stunts bring ugliness and nastiness into our lives. News of this deviousness must spread like wildfire if we are ever to put inexorable pressure on him to be a bit more careful about what he says and does. Malda smells like he anally raped his sister last night, too. If you understand that Malda's blind faith in frotteurism leads him only to corruption, then you can comprehend that Malda is the embodiment of everything petty in our lives. Every grievance, every envy, every intransigent debauched ideology finds expression in Rob Malda. I can repeat with undiminished conviction something I said eons ago: In a recent essay, he stated that profits come before people. 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 thralls believe that "everything is happy and fine and good." First off, that's a lousy sentence. If they had written that Malda is unable to support his assertions with documentation of any sort, then that quote would have had more validity. As it stands, I cannot promise not to be angry at Malda. I do promise, however, to try to keep my anger under control, to keep it from leading me -- as it leads Malda -- to make mean-spirited pissants out to be something they're not. Malda's positions have no credibility. And here, I insist, lies a clue to the intellectual vacuum so gapingly apparent in Malda's harangues. To sum it all up, Mr. Rob Malda's worshippers amount to nothing more than dodgy party animals riding on the back of a social fungus attacking the body politic.
CmdrTaco sucks his sister's nipples.