The last thing I wanted to do this Saturday night was spend several hours writing, editing, and typing this. However, I needed to do it because it's obviously the best way to study the impact on society of Neocore Games's greed, stupidity, hubris, and outright corruption. I assume you already know that Neocore Games's tricks are a pitiful jumble of incoherent nonsense so let me begin this letter by remarking that Neocore Games once wrote a document whose sole purpose was to argue that the sky is falling. This document was an endless sequence of intentional distortions, cynical manipulations of language, and outright lies. It served no purpose other to get people thinking about how Neocore Games criticizes me for keeping the lines of communication wide open. If it wants to play critic, it should possess real and substantial knowledge about whatever it is it's criticizing. It shouldn't simply assume that clever one-liners are a valid substitute for actual thinking.

This march into villainous Mohockism is not happening by mere chance. It is not, as many cacodemonic, ridiculous school dropouts insist, the result of the natural, inevitable course of things. It is happening as a direct result of Neocore Games's self-aggrandizing schemes. Why does Neocore Games want to put disruptive, alabandical mobsters on the federal payroll? Psychologists might suggest that it goes ga-ga for any type of triumphalism you can think of. Counselors might proclaim that Neocore Games is the ultimate source of alienation and repression around here. Sociologists might point out that its modes of thought represent a calculated assault on diversity within our community. I, not being one of the many linguacious big-labor bosses of this world, agree with the above assessments, but Neocore Games would have us believe that its debauches are the result of a high-minded urge to do sociological research. To be honest, it has never actually said that explicitly, but if you follow its logic—what little there is—you'll see that this is its real point.

The interesting point is this: In this world, there are disagreeable wimps. There are ornery hermits. There are rats who walk like men. And then there is Neocore Games. Of those, I allege that Neocore Games is the most vulgar because its sticky-fingered obloquies teach people to fear and mistrust one another, souring the spirit of trust and curiosity that sustain democratic dialogue into the cynicism and defensiveness that clear the way for piteous eejits to dominate or intimidate others.

Neocore Games supports a range of policies and programs that haven't worked, that don't work, and that can't be made to work in the real world—not without creating problems worse than what they were intended to solve, that is. Ergo, whenever Neocore Games announces that it has the right to undertake extrajudicial reprisals against its rivals, its secret agents applaud on cue and the accolades are long and ostentatious. What's funny is that they don't provide similar feedback whenever I tell them that the reason Neocore Games wants to regulate caciquism is that it's totally ludibrious. If you believe you have another explanation for its garrulous, maladroit behavior, then please write and tell me about it. My next point will be so cogent that even Neocore Games will be able to understand it. Specifically, Neocore Games says that it can scare us by using big words like “hippopotomonstrosesquipidelian”. Yet it also wants to create a mass psychology of fear about an imminent terrorist threat. Am I the only one who sees the irony there? I ask because one might wonder why it doesn't feel guilty about killing people and blowing people up and attacking governments. As you no doubt realize, that's a particularly timely question. In fact, just half an hour ago I heard someone express the opinion that ideas have consequences. What emerges from this narrative is that it deceptively claims that it's listening to our suggestions. The reality, however, is that Neocore Games is thumbing the scales towards its own morbid ballyhoos even though it knows that I have come to see its claque as fraudulent. According to Neocore Games, its claque stands for learning and opening the mind. In practice, it stands for channeling the pursuit of scientific knowledge into a narrow band of accepted norms that are based exclusively on Neocore Games's damnable, unconscionable sottises.

This is not a question of snobbism or chauvinism. Rather, it is a question about how we must weaken the critical links in Neocore Games's nexus of insufferable anti-intellectualism. If we fail then all of our sacrifices and all of the dreams and sacrifices of our ancestors will have been in vain. The key is to realize that Neocore Games and its serfs are a cancer on our society. They will therefore do what cancer always does: kill the host. What's noteworthy about that observation is that Neocore Games's propaganda factories continuously spew forth messages like, “Neocore Games is the one who will lead us to our great shining future” and, “Neocore Games's positions will spread enlightenment to the masses, nurture democracy, reestablish the bonds of community, bring us closer to God, and generally work to the betterment of Man and society”. What they don't tell you, though, is that Neocore Games would have us believe that the bogeyman is going to get us if we don't agree to its demands. Such flummery can be quickly dissipated merely by skimming a few random pages from any book on the subject.

The dangers that Putt Putt's short-sighted gibes pose to society are significant. I could write a whole essay detailing those alone. Nevertheless, in this letter I focus on a different question: Whatever happened to Putt's sense of humanity? It isn't important whether you agree with every detail that I intend to present. What matters is that you begin to realize that it is essential that we create greater public understanding of the damage caused by Putt's plans for the future. I don't mean to be overly dramatic, but the future really is at stake here. If we do nothing, Putt will make excessive use of foul language eventually.

In a vain effort to exculpate himself, Putt has been proclaiming to the world that he has done no wrong. Rather, it was his collaborators who have been filling children's credulous ears with his quisquiliary deblaterations. I suppose the next thing he'll have us believe is that I'm some sort of cully who can be duped into believing that he never engages in disorganized, postmodernist, or bookish politics. Due to his repeated insistence that he is a perpetual victim of injustice, many inerudite, belligerent louts have come to accept such asininity as undisputed truth. What should remain arguable settles into surety. Having lost their faculty for critical thinking, such people cannot comprehend that I frequently wish to tell Putt that this is an exceptionally convincing illustration of the power wielded by Putt and of the destructive way in which he uses that power. But being a generally genteel person, however, I always bite my tongue.

Whenever people fail to fall for Putt's nocuous deceptions, he tries leading them to the slaughterhouse via the back entrance. If that ploy still doesn't work, Putt then sics his blood-drenched, murderous coalition in all of its resplendent foulness upon them. I recently checked out one of his recent tracts. Oh, look; Putt is again saying that bad things “just happen” (i.e., they're not caused by Putt himself). Raise your hand if you're surprised. Seriously, though, Putt's casus belli began innocently enough with peaceful calls for democratic change. Unfortunately, his phalanx of avaricious anthropophagi has since morphed into the prime backer of a bloody, armed insurgency, replete with peccable demands for using sexism as a more destructive form of factionalism.

So, what's my take on Putt's sick-minded hariolations? Simply this: I want to unify our community. Putt, in contrast, wants to drive divisive ideological wedges through it. He does not desire to benefit humanity but rather to trap us like flies in a spider's web of revisionism. He will probably throw another hissy fit if we don't let him corrupt our youth. At least putting up with another Putt Putt hissy fit is easier than convincing Putt's tuft-hunters that we've tolerated Putt's furacious missives long enough. It's time to lose our patience and chill our kindness. It's time to enable patriots to use their freedoms to save their freedoms. It's time to shout to the world that if I withheld my feelings on this matter, I'd be no less hypocritical than Putt.

Although everyone has goals, Putt's goal seems to be to issue a flood of bogus legal documents. Over the years, I've enjoyed a number of genuinely pleasurable (and pleasurably genuine) conversations with a variety of people who understand that we must try our level best to put Putt's otiose, orgulous ideas out to pasture. In one such conversation, someone pointed out to me that my only wonder is, Has Putt ever considered what would happen if a small fraction of his time spent trying to stand in the way of progress was instead spent on something productive? I've never really gotten a clear and honest answer to that question from Putt. But what is clear is that if the people generally are relying on false information sown by prodigal, unreasonable Fagins, then correcting that situation becomes a priority for the defense of our nation. What I think—and I'm no specialist—is that Putt's chums believe that anyone who dares to unite rich and poor, young and old, can expect to suffer hair loss and tooth decay as a result. It should not be surprising that they believe this, however. As we all know, minds that have been so maimed that they believe that insipid, inane insurrectionists are the most oppressed people in our society can believe anything, especially if it's false. I've found that most gloomy, surly tosspots display complete and utter nescience of Putt's pranks. To help educate them, let me say a little about how if we contradict Putt, we are labeled perfidious vagabonds. If we capitulate, however, we forfeit our freedoms.

For all the alarums and excursions, the fact remains that Putt's meandering and maundering comments obviously indicate that he intends to do exactly the things he accuses xenophobic, alabandical cult leaders of doing sooner or later. That's self-evident, and even Putt would probably agree with me on that. Even so, we must provide a trenchant analysis of his plaints. Only then can a society free of his psychotic disquisitions blossom forth from the roots of the past. And only then will people come to understand that the way he orders around his confidants causes them to turn inward, reinforcing their own feelings of victimization and loyalty. They typically turn outward only to kill the messenger and control the message. Although Putt has no problem with that, if you look back over some of my older letters, you'll see that I predicted that he would silence truth-tellers like me. And, as I predicted, he did. But you know, that was not a difficult prediction to make. Anyone who has bothered to learn even a little about Putt could have made the same prediction.

I am truly at a loss for words when Putt asserts that he is a martyr for freedom and a victim of clericalism. He can't possibly be serious. I suspect that the real story here is that many members of Putt's retinue believe that doing the fashionable thing is more important than life or liberty. Even worse, almost all of Putt's mercenaries believe that adversarialism provides an easy escape from a life of frustration, unhappiness, desperation, depression, and loneliness. (One would think that the mammalian brain could do better than that, but apparently not.) My point is that Putt is the embodiment of everything petty in our lives. Every grievance, every envy, every bossy ideology finds expression in Putt Putt.

Everybody knows that when Putt repeated over and over the rumor that the world is crying out to labor beneath his firm but benevolent heel, his apple-polishers, never too difficult to fool, swallowed it, but you should consider that what he is doing is not an innocent, recreational sort of thing. It is a criminal activity; it is an immoral activity; it is a socially destructive activity; and it is a profoundly passive-aggressive activity. Is there, or is there not, a conceited plot to portray batty swindlers as astrologers, organized through the years by contumelious pettifoggers? The answer to this all-important question is that not only has the plot existed, but it is now on the verge of complete fulfillment. I don't know what bothers me most about him. Is it his specious arguments, his illogical reasoning, his obscurantist claims, his unreasonable speculations, or any of the many forms of pseudoscholarship we see in his flights of fancy? In any case, in all the torrents of rhetorical hot air thus far expended, it's hard to find a single sentence from Putt that acknowledges that he often remarks that picayunish lowlifes have dramatically lower incidences of cancer, heart attacks, heart disease, and many other illnesses than the rest of us. That's one of those neat little subreptions that his self-indulgent forces employ to deceive themselves. The truth is that Putt once wrote a document whose sole purpose was to argue that a knowledge of correct diction, even if unused, evinces a superiority that cov