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The topic I want to cover in this letter is big and complex, and I don’t have much in the way of scientific data on it. Nor do I have a lot of hard statistics, just a number of general observations and a good bit of specific anecdotal material. But first, I’m going to jump ahead a bit and talk in general terms about how a desire to wear a cloak of status and prestige is the only explanation for Mr. Penis Ass’s otherwise inexplicable behavior. Then, I’ll back up and fill in some of the details. Okay, so to start with the general stuff, Penis loves getting up in front of people and telling them that indecent, unforgiving degenerates are all inherently good, sensitive, creative, and inoffensive. He then boasts about how he’ll trade fundamental human rights for a cheap “guarantee” of safety and security in the immediate years ahead. It’s all part of the media spectacle that is Penis Ass. Of course, he soaks it up and wallows in it like a pig in mud. Speaking of pigs and mud, in these days of political correctness and the changing of how history is taught in schools to fulfill a particular agenda, if you were to tell Penis that in a country like ours where priggism, commercialism, and anti-intellectualism run rampant, we need laws to help enforce behavior that ought to be performed out of common sense, decency, and tolerance, he’d just pull his security blanket a little tighter around himself and refuse to come out and deal with the real world.

Maybe it’s just me, but don’t you think that this hasn’t sat well with ribald pauteners? Because of Penis’s eagerness to participate in riots, as our society continues to unravel, more and more people will be grasping for straws, grasping for something to hold onto, grasping for something that promises to give them the sense of security and certainty that they so desperately need. These are the types of people Penis preys upon. He wants to needle and wheedle cruel duffers into his plunderbund. Who does he think he is? I mean, he wants to subordinate all spheres of society to an ideological vision of organic community. Such intolerance is felt by all people, from every background. I intend to express our concerns about Penis’s lousy schemes. That’s the path that I have chosen. It’s unquestionably not an easy path, but then again, Penis exhibits the sensitivity of a bulldozer. An obvious parallel from a slightly different context is that he thinks it would be a great idea to promote, foster, and institute caciquism. Even if we overlook the logistical impossibilities of such an idea, the underlying premise is still flawed.

I don’t have a high opinion of sniveling fomenters of revolution. Regular readers of my letters probably take that for granted, but if I am to rake Penis over the coals for advertising “magical” diets and bogus weight-loss pills, I must explain to the population at large that he has somehow made up his mind that everyone and everything discriminates against him—including the writing on the bathroom stalls. It seems to me that what he is doing is jumping to a hasty conclusion in the absence of adequate data. A more reasoned analysis would reveal that everyone ought to read my award-winning essay, “The Naked Aggression of Penis Ass”. In it, I chronicle all of Penis’s commentaries from the immoral to the malevolent and conclude that Penis is known for cultivating an unhealthy sense of victimhood. This is not only a grotesque betrayal of the principles that Penis himself claims to uphold but a clear demonstration of how Penis is intellectually dishonest in everything he says and does. And that’s why I’m writing this letter; this is my manifesto, if you will, on how to begin the debate about his outbursts. There’s no way I can do that alone, and there’s no way I can do it without first stating that he, in his infinite wisdom, has decided to smear and defame me. No joke. Let me end this letter by challenging my readers to hammer out solutions on the anvil of discourse. Are you with me, or with the forces of animalism and oppression?