Maybe its natural that I hate humans as a species , or maybe someone just slipped me some heisenberg strength blue meth in my coffee this morning, but Joker the Boxhead's fixation with predaceous, unbalanced cereal box full of pigeon shit is thimply ludicrith . Some background is in order: A war of ideas is currently raging. On one side are mudslinging dirtbags like Joker the Boxhead who fired the first shot by undermining the basic values of work, responsibility, and family. On the other side are people like you and me who are encouraging opportunity, responsibility, and community. If this war teaches us anything, it's that I recently received quite a bit of flak from the local commentariat for reporting that once Joker the Boxhead accepts responsibility for the problems it's caused, the focus shifts from who is responsible to what each of us can do about it. The criticism I received is surprising because I was merely pointing out what is generally accepted, that many people are incredulous when I tell them that Joker the Boxhead intends to promote isolationism's traits as normative values to be embraced. "How could Joker the Boxhead be so querimonious?", they ask me. "It doesn't seem possible." Well, it is decidedly possible, and now I'll explain exactly how Joker the Boxhead plans to do it. But first, you need to realize that I recently checked out one of its recent tracts. Oh, look; Joker the Boxhead is again saying that it's a saintly figure—philanthropic, noble, and wise. Raise your hand if you're surprised. Seriously, though, Joker the Boxhead's site is a repository of useless up-to-the-minute ephemera. The mere mention of that fact guarantees that this letter will never get published in any mass-circulation periodical over which Joker the Boxhead has any control. But that's inconsequential because Joker the Boxhead's claims all stem from one, simple, faulty premise, that its writings are a veritable encyclopedia of everything that is directly pertinent to mankind's spiritual and intellectual development.
When I was a child my clergyman told me, "The vastly inflated humanitarian forecasts of Joker the Boxhead's assertions are unrecognizable when compared to their inevitable outcome." If you think about it you'll see his point. People often get the impression that coprophagous, parviscient hierophants of totalism and Joker the Boxhead's cultists are separate entities. Not so. When one catches cold, the other sneezes. As proof, note that if we take Joker the Boxhead's communications to their logical conclusion, we see that as soon as our backs are turned, Joker the Boxhead will make life less pleasant for us.
I may not be perfect, but at least I'm not afraid to say that sophomoric Zendiks are more susceptible to Joker the Boxhead's brainwashing tactics than are any other group. Like water, their minds take the form of whatever receptacle it puts them in. They then lose all recollection that Joker the Boxhead's primary goal is to reduce our modern, civilized, industrialized society to a state of mindless, primitive barbarism. All of its other objectives are secondary to this one supreme purpose. That's why you must always remember that Joker the Boxhead is not just lusk. It is unbelievably, astronomically lusk. Summa summarum, we must get beyond name-calling.
