My complaint about Scintelle

[Cinnabar]

I don't want to be rude or disrespectful, and I sincerely don't want to start an argument, but Scintelle has a deficiency of real goals. For starters, Scintelle's argument that a plausible excuse is a satisfactory substitute for performance is hopelessly flawed and entirely circuitous. He doesn't have any principles, or if he does, he puts them aside whenever they're inconvenient. Wanting to boss others around is one thing, but why would anybody possibly want to mollycoddle the worst sorts of hate-filled savage-types I've ever seen? I don't pretend to know the answer, but I do know that one of the things I find quite interesting is listening to other people's takes on things. For instance, I recently overheard some folks remark that tribalism is dangerous. His catty version of it is doubly so. In spite of all Scintelle has done, I must admit I really like the guy. No, just kidding. His magic-bullet explanations may sound comfortable and simple, but it must not be forgotten that the dogs of revanchism are barking up a storm, driven half-mad by the thought that Scintelle's rodomontades provide a vivid example of how it would sure be nice if Scintelle could present his case without resorting to yellow journalism. And that furious barking is music to my ears, because he insists that a totalitarian dictatorship is the best form of government we could possibly have. This is a rather strong notion from someone who knows so little about the subject. At any rate, if you think that this is humorous or exaggerated, you're wrong.

Let's all keep our fingers crossed that Scintelle doesn't manipulate public understanding of antiheroism. Needless to say, I doubtlessly dislike him. Likes or dislikes, however, are irrelevant to observed facts, such as that I have a dream, a mission, a set path that I would like to travel down. Specifically, my goal is to keep our courage up. Of course, "harebrained", "petulant", and "coldhearted" seem the most appropriate adjectives to describe his ballyhoos. The best example of this, culled from many, would have to be the time he tried to disguise the complexity of color, the brutality of class, and the importance of religion and sexual identity in the construction and practice of fogyism. To put it crudely, Scintelle claims to be fighting for equality. What he's really fighting for, however, is equality in degradation, by which I mean that Scintelle's victims have been speaking out for years. Unfortunately, their voices have long been silenced by the roar and thunder of Scintelle's apostles, who loudly proclaim that the kids on the playground are happy to surrender to the school bully. Regardless of those hypocritical proclamations, the truth is that he is driving me nuts. I can't take it anymore!

If I have characterized Scintelle's stooges up to now as uncouth and patronizing, it is only because we can divide Scintelle's stances into three categories: cantankerous, disorganized, and piteous. Scintelle is capable of only two things, namely whining and underhanded tricks. As for the lies and exaggerations, I, not being one of the many salacious scrubs of this world, have never been in favor of being gratuitously wrongheaded. I have also never been in favor of sticking my head in the sand or of refusing to hold out the prospect of societal peace, prosperity, and a return to sane values and certainties. I unequivocally hate having to keep reminding everybody of this, but Scintelle presents himself as a disinterested classicist lamenting the infusion of politically motivated methods of pedagogy and analysis into higher education. He is eloquent in his denunciation of modern scholarship, claiming it favors lascivious, careless loonies. And here we have the ultimate irony, because he has nothing but contempt for you, and you don't even know it. That's why I feel obligated to inform you that he believes that all minorities are poor, stupid ghetto trash. That's just wrong. He further believes that the Earth is flat. Wrong again!

Untrustworthy segregationists like Scintelle always lie. Even an occasional truth is intended only to cover up a bigger falsification and is therefore, itself, a deliberate untruth. We should agree on definitions before saying anything further about his callow whinges. For starters, let's say that "quislingism" is "that which makes Scintelle yearn to confuse, disorient, and disunify." There is a tortured quality to his reasoning, a careful avoidance of obvious conclusions, and a painstaking circumnavigation of embarrassing facts. But you knew that already. So let me add that he says that his opinions represent the opinions of the majority -- or even a plurality. That's his unvarying story, and it's a lie: an extremely two-faced and sinister lie. Unfortunately, it's a lie that is accepted unquestioningly, uncritically, by Scintelle's vicegerents.

Here's an idea: Instead of giving Scintelle the ability to blend together cameralism and faddism in a train wreck of monumental proportions, why don't we compare, contrast, and identify the connections among different classes of brain-damaged, resentful voyeurism? If we do, we'll then be able to compile readers' remarks and suggestions and use them to make a genuine contribution to human society. He will probably throw another hissy fit if we don't let him let down ladders which the loquacious, homophobic, and treacherous scramble to climb. At least putting up with another Scintelle hissy fit is easier than convincing Scintelle's janissaries that in order to solve the big problems with Scintelle, we must first understand these problems, and to understand them, we must force him into early retirement. We are a nation of prostitutes. By this I mean that as long as we are fat, warm, and dry we don't care what Scintelle does. It is precisely that lack of caring that explains why Scintelle's advocates are too lazy to develop an alternative community, a cohesive and comprehensive underground with a charter to fight tooth and nail against Scintelle. They just want to sit back, fasten their mouths on the public teats, and casually forget that there are some basic biological realities of the world in which we live. These realities are doubtless regrettable, but they are unalterable. If Scintelle finds them intolerable and unthinkable, the only thing that I can suggest is that he try to flag down a flying saucer and take passage for some other solar system, possibly one in which the residents are oblivious to the fact that one of Scintelle's allies once said, "Those who disagree with Scintelle should be cast into the outer darkness, should be shunned, should starve." Now that's pretty funny, of course, but I didn't include that quote just to make you laugh. I included it to convince you that if my memory serves me correctly, Scintelle is a card-carrying member of the Hypocrisy Club. 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 surely expresses how Scintelle is planning to create anomie. This does not bode well for the future, because the facts as I see them simply do not support the false, but widely accepted, notion that it's okay to push all of us to the brink of insanity. Scintelle's arguments would be a lot more effective if they were at least accurate or intelligent, not just a load of bull for the sake of being controversial. We must address the continued social injustice shown by unstable purveyors of malice and hatred of various stripes. As mentioned above, however, that is not enough. It is necessary to do more. It is necessary to speak out against illaudable, intellectually challenged degenerates. In conclusion, let me just say that some stingy psychics don't have a clue.

[Scintelle]

Your worship is duly noted.

[Scintelle]

I am writing this letter because I take issue with some of Cinnabar's endeavors. Let us note first of all that Cinnabar uses the very intellectual tools he criticizes, namely consequentialist arguments rather than arguments about truth or falsity. Does anyone believe his claim that his way of life is correct and everyone else's isn't? Come on, anyone? Like I thought, Cinnabar would not hesitate to deprive individuals of the right to get us out of the hammerlock that he is holding us in if he felt he could benefit from doing so.

I have a tendency to report the more sensational things that he is up to, the more shocking things, things like how he wants to interfere with the most important principles of democracy. And I realize the difficulty that the average person has in coming to grips with that, but there is every indication that he is secretly saying that I should just swallow his hastily mounted campaigns whole, without question or quibble. An equal but opposite observation is that there are few certainties in life. I have counted only three: death, taxes, and Cinnabar doing some noisome thing every few weeks. Take a good, close look at yourself, Cinnabar. What you'll probably find is that you're crotchety.

Perhaps he received his information (or rather, misinformation) from late-night television programs and "B" movies. I sincerely want to talk about the big picture: you may make the comment, "What does this have to do with what I call hypocritical, hateful drug lords?" Well, once you begin to see the light, you'll realize that I have a dream, a mission, a set path that I would like to travel down. Specifically, my goal is to illustrate the virtues that Cinnabar lacks -- courage, truthfulness, courtesy, honesty, diligence, chivalry, loyalty, and industry. Of course, he should learn to appreciate what he has instead of feeling so oppressed because he can't do everything he wants, every time he wants to. Quite frankly, the next time Cinnabar decides to discourage us from expressing our ideals in whatever way we damn well please, he should think to himself, cui bono? -- who benefits? To tell you the truth, the world would be better off if he had never been born. End of story. Actually, I should add that he has found a way to avoid compliance with government regulations, circumvent any further litigation, and incite pogroms, purges, and other mayhem -- all by trumping up a phony emergency. Although everyone has goals, Cinnabar's goal seems to be to supplant national heroes with anti-democratic soi-disant do-gooders. Cinnabar's crusades reinforce the point that we still have a long way to go in terms of achieving true tolerance in our society. May we never forget this if we are to deny Cinnabar and his co-conspirators a chance to pamper the most loathsome segregationists I've ever seen.

[Cinnabar]

rude!

[Armind]

did anyone even bother to read any of that crap?

EDIT: HEY BOB LOOK AT MY POST COUNT

[Sinis]

damn you guys! i actuall read all that .. work sux k bai.

[Scintelle]

LOL you can't be serious, Sinis.

[Harrison]

Lmao I wondered why Scin asked me what 420 was .Also my complaint about Scintele is that it's been 6 months and he still hasn't come over to fix my A/C .

[Numb]

I just wasted 10mins of my life lookin at this post.

[Scintelle]

While there are probably a lot of people out there who would be quite content never to read another letter about Bob, this is a contributing factor to the apparent decline of civilization and culture around us. Some background is in order: I would like to comment on Bob's attempt to associate jujuism with stoicism. There is no association. He labels everything that conflicts with his way of thinking as disdainful propaganda. Ergo, if he opened up his splenetic mind just a teeny-weeny little bit, maybe Bob could understand that. I could write pages on the subject, but the following should suffice. It's pusillanimous for Bob to promote promiscuity and obscene language. Or perhaps I should say, it's destructive. Bob considers it fair game to pervert human instincts by suppressing natural, feral constraints and encouraging abnormal patterns of behavior. And that's why I say to you: Have courage. Be honest. And provide a trenchant analysis of Bob's hariolations. That's the patriotic thing to do, and that's the right thing to do.

[Harrison]

FIX MY A/C ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

[Cinnabar]

This may seem a bit long, but Numb's sinful sophistries cannot be adequately described in less than a long essay. To start, Numb's opinion is that his double standards are Right with a capital R. Of course, opinions are like sphincters: we all have them. So let me tell you my opinion. My opinion is that there is still hope for our society, real hope -- not the false sense of hope that comes from the mouths of duplicitous underachievers, but the hope that makes you eager to criticize the obvious incongruities presented by him and his dupes. In my effort to uncover his hidden prejudices, I will need to set the stage so that my next letter will begin from a new and much higher level of influence. To prove this, I shall take only a few cases from the mass of existing examples.

All such combinations of audacity with ignorance would be supremely ridiculous but for one consideration: Numb fervently believes that it's okay to till the apolaustic side of the chauvinism garden. This shows that he is not merely mistaken about one little fact among millions of facts but that Numb thinks there should be a law prohibiting people from saying any harsh or unkind things against him. (Actually, it is far too easy for Numb to use fear, intimidation, sedating substances, and other tools to convince unbridled ideologues to destroy all tradition, all morality, and the entire democratic system, but that's not important now.) Once again, the next time he decides to terrorize our youngsters, he should think to himself, cui bono? -- who benefits? It has been revealed that Numb plans to create an unwelcome climate for those of us who are striving to give peace a chance. First reaction yields that his favorite activities include cheating, lying, and tricking people into believing that hanging out with the most shabby cozeners you'll ever see is a wonderful, culturally enriching experience. A little more thought leads to the more accurate conclusion that I have a tendency to report the more sensational things that Numb is up to, the more shocking things, things like how he wants to advocate his jibes amid a hue and cry as ugly as it is pompous. And I realize the difficulty that the average person has in coming to grips with that, but he speaks like a true defender of the status quo -- a status quo, we should not forget, that enables him to hamstring our efforts to challenge the present and enrich the future. In closing, all that I ask is that you join me to stop Numb and focus on what unites rather than divides us.

[Mez]

Ewwwwww this thread bites the big one! Except for the part about Scin asking Bob what 420 is...

[Kyra]

OH! OH! I KNOW!!! I KNOW!!!

PICK ME! PICK MEEEEE!!!!

[Scintelle]

God is everyone in this guild a druggie?

[Mez]

Hey Im not a "druggie", Im just...educated in the more...eccentric..realms of the...world.

[Scintelle]

aka pothead.

[Numb]

ROFL CIN

[Numb]

I'm kinda glad you spent 30mins writing all about me in there!


All I have to say is WOLVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EE

[Scintelle]

You think that was good, Numb? I want in on the competition. Please read the whole thing because it took me several hours to write...

Based on Numb's response to my previous letter, I believe it's safe to say that there are deeper issues afoot here. For openers, if the only way to straighten out Numb's thinking is for me to choke to death, then so be it. It would truly be worth it, because he has commented that he answers to no one. I would love to refute that, but there seems to be no need, seeing as his comment is lacking in common sense. My mother always told me, "If you don't have something intelligent to say, just keep quiet." Apparently, Numb's mother never told him that. Think about this: there's something fishy about Numb's circulars. I think he's up to something, something crazy and perhaps even putrid. Is Numb a pious person? Yes, although his "piety" unerringly leads him to whichever dogma is best for business. Speaking of which, Numb's older blanket statements were unprofessional enough. His latest ones are indeed beyond the pale.

After watching his pals fan the flames of boosterism into a planet-spanning inferno, one might conclude that Numb et al. would lay out their own ideas of philosophical pedagogy, textual interpretation, and moral philosophy. Surprisingly, nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, Numb is a supporter of everything that was trendy in America in the 1960s -- the marvelous effects of LSD and other psychedelic drugs, pyramid power, various oriental religious cults, transcendental meditation, UFOs and extraterrestrials, CIA conspiracies, you name it. He feels that irrationalism brings one closer to nirvana, while I maintain that those of us who are too lazy or disinterested to operate on today's real -- not tomorrow's ideal -- political terrain have no right to complain when he and his janissaries lower this country's moral tone and depreciate its commercial integrity. With all due respect, some people think it's a bit extreme of me to provide an atmosphere of mutual respect, free from gnosticism, teetotalism, and all other forms of prejudice and intolerance -- a bit over the top, perhaps. Well, what I ought to remind such people is that Numb's propositions have merged with sexism in several interesting ways. Both spring from the same kind of reality-denying mentality. Both undermine liberty in the name of liberty. And both defy the law of the land.

Numb takes things out of context, twists them around, and then neglects to provide decent referencing so the reader can check up on him. He also ignores all of the evidence that doesn't support (or in many cases directly contradicts) his position. Other than that, we must doubtlessly take steps toward creating an inclusive society free of attitudinal barriers. Does that sound extremist? Is it too unpleasant for you? I'm sorry if it seems that way, but that's life.

Every so often, you'll see Numb lament, flog himself, cry mea culpa for seeking to produce culturally degenerate films and tapes, and vow never again to be so mumpish. Sadly, he always reverts to his old behavior immediately afterwards, making me think that we must teach dodgy, huffy reavers about tolerance. Before I continue, let me state that if he truly believes that he has the authority to issue licenses for practicing anti-intellectualism, then maybe he should enroll in Introduction to Reality 101.

This makes me fearful that I might someday find myself in the crosshairs of Numb's bleeding-heart, warped animadversions. (To be honest, though, it wouldn't be the first time.) What we have been imparting to Numb -- or what he has been eliciting from us -- is a half-submerged, barely intended logic, contaminated by wishes and tendencies we prefer not to acknowledge. The simple, regrettable truth is that his despicable personal attacks are in full flower, and their poisonous petals of alarmism are blooming all around us. When people say that bigotry and hate are alive and well, they're right. And Numb is to blame.

If he truly wanted to be helpful, Numb wouldn't nail people to trees. If history follows its course, it should be evident that we must overcome the fears that beset us every day of our lives. We must overcome the fear that he will break down our communities. And to overcome these fears, we must get Numb off our backs. It may be obvious but should nonetheless be acknowledged that I want to empower the oppressed to control their own lives. But first, let me pose an abstract question. Whatever happened to his sense of humanity? It is bootless to speculate on the matter, but it should be noted that a colleague recently informed me that a bunch of fickle prima donnas and others in Numb's amen corner are about to reinforce the concept of collective guilt that is the root of all prejudice. I have no reason to doubt that story because to believe that the health effects of secondhand smoke are negligible is to deceive ourselves. His inveracities are atrabilious but reflective of the localized normative attitudes among combative roustabouts. What's my problem, then? My hypothesis is that he should learn to appreciate what he has instead of feeling so oppressed because he can't do everything he wants, every time he wants to.

Does anyone believe Numb's claim that he knows the "right" way to read Plato, Maimonides, and Machiavelli? Come on, anyone? Like I thought, Numb can't fool me. I've met presumptuous, impertinent insurrectionists before, so I know that Numb thinks that he has his moral compass in tact. Of course, thinking so doesn't make it so.

My general thesis is that his claim that his decisions are based on reason is factually unsupported and politically motivated. I'll talk a lot more about that later, but first let me finish my general thesis: If you were to tell Numb that it's time for him to grow up, he'd just pull his security blanket a little tighter around himself and refuse to come out and deal with the real world. If I have a bias, it is only against materialistic witlings who needle and wheedle vengeful, cocky fruitcakes into his faction. For those of us who make our living trying to convince unbridled, scurrilous energumens to stop supporting Numb and tolerating his overgeneralizations, it is important to consider that I have often maintained that reasonable people can reasonably disagree. Unfortunately, when dealing with Numb and his disciples, that claim assumes facts not in evidence. So let me claim instead that if you were to try to tell Numb's understrappers that being shielded from the consequences of his bad judgment and bad behavior has made him careless, 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 it's surely a tragedy that Numb's goal in life is apparently to weaken family ties. Here, I use the word "tragedy" as the philosopher Whitehead used it. Whitehead stated that "the essence of dramatic tragedy is not unhappiness. It resides in the solemnity of the remorseless working of things," which I interpret as saying that if Numb 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 throw down the gauntlet and challenge Numb's proxies to lend support to the thesis that nobody likes grotty manipulators of the public mind. We are now stuck with an overweening obstructionism bearing a human face -- that of Numb. The mere mention of that fact guarantees that this letter will never get published in any mass-circulation periodical that Numb has any control over. But that's inconsequential, because Numb can't attack my ideas, so he attacks me. It could be worse, I suppose. He could sully my reputation. Our path is set. By this, I mean that in order to call for proper disciplinary action against Numb and his expositors, we must spread the word about his noxious slogans to our friends, our neighbors, our relatives, our co-workers -- even to strangers. I consider that requirement a small price to pay because Numb really shouldn't concoct a version of reality that fully contradicts real life. That's just common sense. Of course, the people who appreciate his effusions are those who eagerly root up common sense, prominently hold it out, and decry it as poison with astonishing alacrity. Although a thorough discussion of mad colonialism is beyond the scope of this letter, he has nothing but contempt for you, and you don't even know it. That's why I feel obligated to inform you that now that I've been exposed to his taradiddles, I must admit that I don't completely understand them. Perhaps I need to get out more. Or perhaps it is not uncommon for him to victimize the innocent, penalize the victim for making any effort to defend himself, and then paint the whole detestable affair as some great benefit to humanity.

Wanting to use rock music, with its savage, tribal, orgiastic beat, to repeat the mistakes of the past is one thing, but why would anybody possibly want to misdirect our efforts into fighting each other rather than into understanding the nature and endurance of self-pitying deconstructionism? After days of agonized pondering and reflection, I finally came to the conclusion that it doesn't do us much good to become angry and wave our arms and shout about the evils of his refrains in general terms. If we want other people to agree with us and join forces with us, then we must take a strong position on his analects, which, after all, nourish flagitious ideologies. We cannot and we must not allow ourselves to become infected with the fatal germs of factionalism. Think about it, and I'm sure you'll agree with me. Although Numb's faithfuls are unsympathetic demoniacs (literally!), we are here to gain our voice in this world, and whether or not Numb approves, we will continue to be heard.

[Ternach]

Silly north americans!

[Baahl]

God is everyone in this guild a druggie?


...ummmm.... I quit about a month ago. So not currently :smile_ok:

[Cinnabar]

I'm one only about twice a year. :smile_ok:

[Drekor]

Silly americans!

fixed for you tearnach ^_^

[Mez]

About once a month here, at a party or something...we are talking about crack, right?

[Cinnabar]

lawl Mez, are you serious?

I wasn't talking about crack. :thud:

[Roxie]

Dong likes crack. Buttcrack!

[Mez]

lawl Mez, are you serious?

I wasn't talking about crack. :thud:

OMG of course Im not serious. SHEESH!

[Numb]

Well done Scin. I think you got me mixed with with somenoe esle though. I'm not the anti-christ. KTHX hahah


I did read the whole thing while drinking a nice tall glass of JARGON.

[GuilT]

Lawl numb your funny.

Too funny.

[Kyra]

I don't do drugs.

yeah. I said it.


what?!

[Cydus]

I did shots of liquid cocaine the other night.. does that make me a druggie?

[Cinnabar]

I did shots of liquid cocaine the other night.. does that make me a druggie?

I think jagerbombs are better even though goldschlager and 151 are my signature drinks.

[Kydorias]

OMG, Goldschlager is the only alcoholic drink that has made me puke after one shot. God I hate that stuff.

151 is a lot of fun though, especially if you have a lighter on you.

[Ven]

I like nyquil. Im high as a kite and my teeth are green. Merry fucking Christmas.

[Spawl]

Ouzo allways made me sick with that damn licorice smell to it. Tequila is the worst though. I can drink goldschlager all night long, but one shot of tequila and I'm runnin' to the the bathroom.

[sema]

Hehe I have the same problems with Tequila. No matter what, nine times out of ten I throw up after drinking Tequila.

[Ternach]

Tequila4tl. My worst Tequila memory is when I was out drinking a night and drank beer, wine, pretty much everything..then we thought it was a bright idea to end the night with a tequila race. One bottle later and two of my friends were puking from the balcony..I manged to get home and get to sleep then I woke up and puked for a few hours. Oh, joy.

[Cinnabar]

I can handle tequila if I have some limes/salt but I still have to take it slow. As long as it's not cheap stuff, I should be ok.

[Dong]

Kool aid 4tw

[Diraker]

The more coloring and flavor the shot has the more likely you'll get sick...omg drink vodka.

[Mez]

Or Gin! Its my favorite.

[Cydus]

absolute makes me happy, so does bacardi 151

yeager is soo good too

[Mez]

Anyone downed a couple of Sparks before going out? Those are a fun way to start the night although I wouldn't ever drink more than 2, they have to be a starter to more conventional drinks. At least thats my rule. :cool:

[Kydorias]

Tequila is my favorite hard liq :) I also like rum.

Dry martini with vermouth & gin is really good too, yummmm

I hate Goldschlager as I already said, one shot makes me puke even if its the first thing I drink all night.

I also hate Vodka, although I'm not sure why. I think it stems from that time I talked about earlier when one of my buddies showed up at my door with a 1 gallon plastic jug of "Bert's Vodka". We both got completely wrecked then puked all night long.

I can only drink about a shot of Ouzo, its too thick and sweet. Jagermeister is the same, that stuff is just like drinking cough syrup.

[Ternach]

Rum and coke4tw!

[Kyra]

not to sound like a hardass or nuthin, but i like to just do straight vodka.

[sema]

I used to do straight vodka when I was younger, but nowadays I only drink white wine at the fore-parties and drinks and shots at the clubs.

[Cinnabar]

not to sound like a hardass or nuthin, but i like to just do straight vodka.

Mixing vodka with anything makes me sick. Straight shots 4tw.

[Ven]

Vodka is the devils juice. Ternach is right rum and coke 4tw followed by gin and tonic

[Baahl]

two words...

Cape Cod