COMPLAINT AGAINT THE BSB
I do not apologize for the amount of space in this letter I intend to devote to telling you about Mr. The Bsb. I begin with critical semantic clarifications. First, today, we might have let Mr. Bsb advocate coldhearted slurs. Tomorrow, we won't. Instead, we will lend a helping hand. He twists every argument into some sort of "struggle" between two parties. Mr. Bsb unvaryingly constitutes the underdog party, which is what he claims gives him the right to prevent me from sleeping soundly at night. In light of my stance on this issue, at no time in the past did oleaginous evil-doers shamble through the streets of cities, demanding rights they imagine some supernatural power has bestowed upon them.
Mr. Bsb may shower what I call stubborn scrubs with undeserved encomia right after he reads this letter. Let him. Sooner than you think, I will tell you a little bit about Mr. Bsb and his ethically bankrupt refrains.
Mr. Bsb has endorsed the idea of careless statism in a number of very specific ways, arguing, for instance, in favor of his rank-and-file followers, who are legion, 's decision to put an unconscionable spin on important issues. He appears to have found a new tool to use to help him defend interdenominationalism, teetotalism, and notions of racial superiority. That tool is neopaganism, and if you watch him wield it, you'll certainly see why the unalterable law of biology has a corollary that is generally overlooked. Specifically, his idiotic claim that he can be trusted to judge the rest of the world from a unique perch of pure wisdom is just that, an idiotic claim. Mr. Bsb's conclusions present us with a riddle: Is his incessant burbling about the wonders of sensationalism supposed to convince us that it is his moral imperative to conjure up dirt against his fellow human beings? We must obviously ask ourselves questions like that before it's too late, before Mr. Bsb gets the opportunity to enthrone falsehood in the very center of human thought. In a broad-brush sense, if you were to try to tell his shock troops that he wouldn't be able to provide rambunctious renegades with an irresistible temptation to overthrow all concepts of beauty and sublimity, of the noble and the good, and instead drag people down into the sphere of his own base nature if he were working on a level playing field, 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 Mr. Bsb's drones can conceive of nothing but fastidious defenses of his stroppy analects. In fact, I have said that to Mr. Bsb on many occasions and I will keep on saying it until he stops trying to jump on everything that is written, said, or even implied and label it as either hate-filled or purblind. Let me sum up. The similarities between Mr. The Bsb and distasteful buggers should not be taken lightly.
End of Complaint....
BTW, I did some research on THE BSB. I found out that he is affiliated with
www.BackStreetBoysLoverAssociation.com
On that website he is know as
THE BACKSTREETBAUER and his sig reads
MCHD CLASS OF 2010!
GO BLOW DRYERS!!
MCHD = Model College of Hair Design
Incase you didn't know, this is a gag. I used a complaint generator
http://www.pakin.org/complaint/