I would like to focus on concrete facts, on hard news, on analyzing and interpreting what's happening in the world. But before I continue, allow me to explain that I am a law-and-order kind of person. I hate to see crimes go unpunished. That's why I indeed hope that the Fallacy Files serves a long prison term for its illegal attempts to shove the nation towards libertinism. Ask the Fallacy Files about any of its agents provocateurs who destroy our youths' ability to relax, reflect, study, and meditate, and the inhumane racketeer will say, "I never meant they should go that far." Yeah, right. The truth is that the Fallacy Files maliciously defames and damagingly misrepresents everyone and everything around it. There's a word for that: libel.
If you think that anyone who dares to encourage individuals to come out of their cocoons and flourish can expect to suffer hair loss and tooth decay as a result, then think again. You may find it amusing or even titillating to read about the Fallacy Files's hijinks, but they're not amusing to me. They're deeply troubling. Well, the Fallacy Files, we're all getting a little tired of you and your kind messing up the world and then refusing to accept responsibility for what you've done. We're fed up. And the day is coming when you'll be held accountable for your stuck-up, bloodthirsty squibs.
The Fallacy Files's parasitism-oriented attempt to construct a creative response to my previous letter was absolutely pitiful. Really, the Fallacy Files, stringing together a bunch of solecistic insults and seemingly random babble is hardly effective. It simply proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that its mind has limited horizons. It is confined to the immediate and simplistic, with the inevitable consequence that everything is made banal and basic and is then leveled down until it is deprived of all spiritual life. The Fallacy Files's argument that its intimations epitomize wholesome family entertainment is hopelessly flawed and utterly circuitous. A more fundamental problem is that the Fallacy Files coins polysyllabic neologisms to make its campaigns of malice and malignity sound like they're actually important. In fact, its treatises are filled to the brim with words that have yet to appear in any accepted dictionary. The Fallacy Files thinks I'm trying to say that it is the most recent incarnation of the Buddha. Wait! I just heard something. Oh, never mind; it's just the sound of the point zooming way over the Fallacy Files's head. The Fallacy Files places its indelible imprimatur upon a form of sensationalism that is fundamentally, pervasively, and inescapably lamebrained. There; my ranting is finished.
Why do you have a complaint about my company on your Web page?