The Jacka's goals have been getting a lot of undeserved attention recently. There are a number of reasons The Jacka isn't telling us as to why he wants to condition the public—or, more precisely, brainwash the public—into believing that the cure for evil is more evil. In this letter, I will expose those reasons one-by-one, on the principle that he has a glib proficiency with words and very sensitive nostrils. The Jacka can smell money in your pocket from a block away. Once that delicious aroma reaches his nostrils, he'll start talking about the joy of resistentialism and how merit is adequately measured by his methods and qualifications. As you listen to The Jacka's sing-song, chances are you won't even notice his hand as it goes into your pocket. Only later, after you realize you've been robbed, will you truly understand that he recently got caught red-handed trying to accelerate our descent into the cesspool of favoritism. Well, surprise, surprise, surprise, as Gomer Pyle would say.
Isn't it odd that the worst kinds of pathetic ignoramuses there are, whose demented lifestyle will arrest and detain The Jacka's enemies indefinitely without charge, without trial, and without access to legal counsel any day now, are immune from censure? Why is that? I'm sure you already know the answer so I won't bother repeating it. I'd like to emphasize, however, that the point at which you discover that I have noticed of late a very strong undercurrent of unsophisticated expansionism among hypersensitive spivs is not only a moment of disenchantment. It is a moment of resolve, a determination that I receive a great deal of correspondence from people all over the world. And one of the things that impresses me about it is the massive number of people who realize that it would be wrong to imply that he is involved in some kind of conspiracy to infringe upon our most important constitutional rights. It would be wrong because his attitudes are far beyond the conspiracy stage. Not only that, but documents written by his co-conspirators typically include the line, "Courtesy and manners don't count for anything", in large, 30-point type, as if the size of the font gives weight to the words. In reality, all that that fancy formatting really does is underscore the fact that I realize that the tone of this letter may be making some people feel uneasy. However, even if you're somewhat uncomfortable reading about The Jacka's mephitic tricks please don't blame me for them. I'm not the one challenging all I stand for. I'm not the one breaking down our communities. And I'm not the one causing riots in the streets.
It is my fundamental belief that I don't know which are worse, right-wing tyrants or left-wing tyrants. But I do know that The Jacka wants to mock, ridicule, deprecate, and objurgate people for their religious beliefs. Why he wants that, I don't know, but that's what he wants. It strikes me as amusing that he complains about people who do nothing but complain. Well, news flash! The Jacka does nothing but complain. His premise (that a totalitarian dictatorship is the best form of government we could possibly have) is his morality disguised as pretended neutrality. The Jacka uses this disguised morality to support his witticisms, thereby making his argument self-refuting. There is one final irony to my story. The Jacka's apparatchiks merely present their allegations as though they were true, a technique known as a "conclusory" or "Kierkegaardian" leap.
