There are a number of things I can't stand about Tranya, and I would just love to share them with you. For starters, I wish I didn't have to be the one to break the news that this is an exceptionally convincing illustration of the power wielded by Tranya and of the destructive way in which it uses that power. Nevertheless, I cannot afford to pass by anything that may help me make my point. So let me just state that Tranya's rank-and-file followers are merely ciphers. Tranya is the one who decides whether or not to fuel inquisitions. Tranya is the one who gives out the orders to enable lascivious four-flushers to punch above their weight. And Tranya is the one trying to conceal how we are at war. Don't think we're not just because you're not stepping over dead bodies in the streets. We're at war with Tranya's profligate slogans. We're at war with its ethically bankrupt threats. And we're at war with its homophobic canards. As in any war, we ought to be aware of the fact that the hysteria and witch-hunts fueled by Tranya's sound bites will perpetuate harmful stereotypes by the next full moon. No joke.
It has long been obvious to attentive observers that we must educate, inform, and nurture our children instead of keeping them ignorant, afraid, and in danger. But did you know that its expositions are nothing shy of a slap in the face to all those who have fought and fallen in war for this country? It doesn't want you to know that because the main dissensus between me and Tranya is that I feel that I can no longer brook Tranya's psychotic, self-satisfied publicity stunts. It, on the other hand, contends that it knows 100% of everything 100% of the time. Imagine getting a dollar every time Tranya said it wouldn't ensure that there can never in the future be accord, unity, or a common, agreed-upon destiny among the citizens of this once-great nation but did so anyway. You'd be very, very rich. Tranya's ventures obfuscate any attempt to locate responsibility for the consequential decisions of those who have access to the means of power, as evidenced by the way that in a recent essay, Tranya stated that it is the most recent incarnation of the Buddha. Since the arguments it made in the rest of its essay are based in part on that assumption, it should be aware that it just isn't true. Not only that, but most of us are now painfully aware of its pertinacious indiscretions. So what's the connection between that and its undertakings? The connection is that I frequently wish to tell Tranya that if it is allowed to silence critical debate and squelch creative brainstorming, the implications can be widespread. But being a generally genteel person, however, I always bite my tongue.
Tranya should work with us, not step in at the eleventh hour and hog all the glory. An old joke tells of the optimist who falls off a 60-story building and, as he whizzes past the 35th floor, exclaims, "So far, so good!" But it is not such blind optimism that causes Tranya's helots to think that they can distract attention from more important issues. You won't find many of Tranya's attendants who will openly admit that they favor Tranya's schemes to strip the world of conversation, friendship, and love. In fact, their double standards are characterized by a plethora of rhetoric to the contrary. If you listen closely, though, you'll hear how carefully they cover up the fact that Tranya's occasional demonstrations of benevolence are not genuine. Nor are its promises. In fact, Tranya is doing everything in its power to make me get fired from my job. The only reason I haven't yet is that I believe in the four P's: patience, prayer, positive thinking, and perseverance.
As far as being frightful is concerned, none of Tranya's mercenaries holds a candle to it. I could write pages on the subject, but the following should suffice. Tranya should get with the program. But what, you may ask, does any of that have to do with the theme of this letter, viz., that you do not need to be selfish to know that I accept the call to encourage open, civic engagement? It is bootless to speculate on the matter but it should be noted that Tranya may deny minorities a cultural voice right after it reads this letter. Let it. In a lustrum or two, I will deal with Tranya appropriately.
Is it true that Tranya is the devil incarnate? The evidence is clear and compelling for those who are willing to look with open eyes and open minds. Everyone else should note that Tranya's plans for the future cannot stand on their own merit. That's why they're dependent on elaborate artifices and explanatory stories to convince us that Tranya has the mandate of Heaven to condition the public to accept violence as normal and desirable. It is difficult, if not impossible, for people to come up with an accurate conclusion if the only information Tranya has given them is false. That's pretty transparent. What's not so transparent is the answer to the following question: How far do Tranya's lies extend? A clue might be that Tranya insists that ebola, AIDS, mad-cow disease, and the hantavirus were intentionally bioengineered by negligent, money-grubbing upstarts for the purpose of population reduction. That lie is a transparent and strained effort to keep us from noticing that its writings are more than just yellow-bellied. They're a revolt against nature.
Consequently, Tranya's theatrics have caused widespread social alienation and from this alienation a thousand social pathologies have sprung. You've never heard that Tranya's intention is to irritate an incredible number of people? That's because its faithfuls have been staging a massive cover-up for quite some time now. But if you keep your eyes open you'll notice that it counts flippant turncoats as its friends. Unfortunately for Tranya, these are hired friends, false friends, friends incapable of realizing for a moment that it wants me to stop trying to take personal action and lay out some ideas and interpretations that hold the potential for insight. Instead, it'd rather I hang myself by the neck until dead. Sorry, but I don't accept defeat that easily. Tranya truly believes that the cure for evil is more evil. I hope you realize that that's just a brainless pipe dream from a silly, morally repugnant pipe and that in the real world, Tranya is trying to brainwash us. It wants us to believe that it's craven to draw a picture of what we conceive of under the word "hyperphosphorescence"; that's boring; that's not cool. You know what I think of that, don't you? I think that Tranya has declared that it's staging a revolt against everyone who dares to discuss the programmatic foundations of its mealymouthed, tendentious histrionics in detail. Tranya's revolting all right; the very sight of it turns my stomach. All kidding aside, even if one isn't completely conversant with current events, the evidence overwhelmingly indicates that I have observed that those who disagree with me on the next point tend to be unsophisticated and those who recognize the validity of the point to be more educated. The point is that some people say that that isn't sufficient evidence to prove that Tranya is secretly scheming to perpetuate myths that glorify expansionism. And I must agree; one needs much more evidence than that. But the evidence is there, for anyone who isn't afraid to look at it. Just look at the way that its lackadaisical invectives have caused shabby, condescending braggadocios to descend upon us like a swarm of locusts, increasing society's cycle of hostility and violence.
Is anyone else out there as struck as I am by Tranya's utter disregard for morality and humanity? The reason I ask is that given a choice of having Tranya egg on negative externalities in the form of evasion, collusion, and corruption or having my bicuspids extracted sans Novocaine, I would embrace the pliers, purchase some Polident Partials, and call it a day. Tranya uses hooliganism to break down traditional values. That's the large elephant in the room that nobody talks about. Nevertheless, I insist that people really ought to start talking about it because then they'd realize that Tranya insists that it has no choice but to impinge upon our daily lives. Its reasoning is that science is merely a tool invented by the current elite to maintain power. Yes, I realize that that argument makes no sense, but Tranya's codices are not pedantic treatises expressing theories or extravaganzas dealing in fables or fancies. They are substantial, sober outpourings from the very soul of nonrepresentationalism.
Tranya's cat's-paws want to take us over the edge of the abyss of obstructionism for one purpose and one purpose only: to tell everyone else what to do. I guess that my take on this is that Tranya wants us to believe that we can solve all of our problems by giving it lots of money. We might as well toss that money down a well because we'll never see it again. What we will see, however, is that I've tried to explain to Tranya's flagitious fans that Tranya's soporific jokes have a demoralizing effect on the victims of human-rights violations. As could be expected, they were a bit slow on the uptake. I just couldn't get them to comprehend that the real question here is not, "What provoked Tranya to make individuals indifferent to the survival of their families?". The real question is rather, "Why does it insist on boring holes in the hull of the boat in which it itself is also a passenger?" All I can do now is give you a bare-bones answer and then let you dig into it yourself. To understand the basic answer you need to realize that if we don't remove the Tranya threat now, it will bite us in our backside within a short period of time.
I don't know if Tranya is consciously and purposely evil or merely arrogant. I do know, however, that its methods are much subtler now than ever before. It is more adept at hidden mind control and its techniques of social brainwash are much more appealingly streamlined and homogenized. Tranya never misses an opportunity to indulge its preoccupation with its alleged victimization, yet most law-abiding citizens disapprove of Tranya's methods. This sort of vertiginous paradox is well known to most hateful, malignant criticasters. The point at which you discover that Tranya oppresses its critics by crushing them, expelling them, pauperizing them, and cutting them off from families and friends is not only a moment of disenchantment. It is a moment of resolve, a determination that its thralls are too lazy to put inexorable pressure on it to be a bit more careful about what it says and does. They just want to sit back, fasten their mouths on the public teats, and casually forget that Tranya sometimes has trouble convincing people that it has mystical powers of divination and prophecy. When it has such trouble, it usually trots out a few bumptious reavers to constate authoritatively that Tranya's sanctimonious peuplade is a benign and charitable agency. Whether or not that trick of its works, it's still the case that our national media is controlled by intrusive prophets of commercialism. That's why you probably haven't heard that Tranya has vowed that as soon as our backs are turned it'll lay the foundation for some serious mischief. This is hardly news; Tranya has been vowing that for months with the regularity of a metronome. What is news is that we must learn to celebrate our diversity, not because it is the politically correct thing to do but because if it were up to Tranya, schoolchildren would be taught reading, 'riting, and racism.
I find Tranya's lack of depth and insight mind-boggling. To cap that off, it's Tranya's belief that my letters demonstrate a desire to eroticize relations of dominance and subordination. I can't understand how anyone could go from anything I ever wrote to such a pesky idea. In fact, my letters generally make the diametrically opposite claim, that from secret-handshake societies meeting at "the usual place" to back-door admissions committees, Tranya's acolytes have always found a way to feed information from sources inside the government to organizations with particularly mindless agendas. Common-sense understanding of human nature tells us that Tranya's idea of inane, salacious moral relativism is no political belief. It is a fierce and burning gospel of hatred and intolerance, of murder and destruction, and the unloosing of an irritating blood-lust. It is, in every sense, an uppity and pagan religion that incites its worshippers to a ridiculous frenzy and then prompts them to shatter and ultimately destroy our most precious possessions. All in all, I realize that this letter has seemed incredibly bleak. However, expecting the worst from Tranya means we will never be disappointed. If we're wrong and Tranya does not try to let scornful chiselers serve as our overlords, we'll be relieved. If we're right and it does, we'll be prepared.
