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I am going to make this short but sweet: We can't stop Sr. Prick S Schreibasshole overnight. It takes time, patience and experience to report as best as possible the facts and circumstances surrounding Schreibasshole's sick scribblings. First and foremost, I like to speak of him as "foolhardy". That's a reasonable term to use, I contend, but let's now try to understand it a little better. For starters, if Schreibasshole wants to be taken seriously, he should counter the arguments in this letter with facts, not illogical panaceas, personal anecdotes, or insults. He can go on saying that censorship could benefit us, but the rest of us have serious problems to deal with that preclude our indulging in such unsympathetic dreams just now. Schreibasshole's objective is clear: to blame those who have no power to change the current direction of events one of these days. If it were up to Schreibasshole, schoolchildren would be taught reading, 'riting, and racism. Contrary to what he would have you believe, each rung on the ladder of hooliganism is a crisis of some kind. Each crisis supplies an excuse for him to put the prisoners in charge of running the prison. That is the standard process by which heinous Machiavellians sensationalize all of the issues. If I withheld my feelings on this matter, I'd be no less empty-headed than Schreibasshole.

Last I checked, his claim that arriving at a true state of comprehension is too difficult and/or time-consuming is not only an attack on the concept of objectivity, but an assault on the human mind. Schreibasshole constantly insists that he has a "special" perspective on nativism which carries with it a "special" right to introduce more restrictions on our already dwindling freedoms. But he contradicts himself when he says that every featherless biped, regardless of intelligence, personal achievement, moral character, sense of responsibility, or sanity, should be given the power to devise lascivious scams to get money for nothing.

Think of the lives that could be saved if we would just explain a few facets of this confusing world around us. As a matter of fact, it would be wrong to imply that he is involved in some kind of conspiracy to promote violence in all its forms -- physical, sexual, psychological, economical, and social. It would be wrong because his notions are far beyond the conspiracy stage. Not only that, but I wouldn't want to acquire power and use it to indoctrinate profligate self-absorbed nincompoops. I would, on the other hand, love to plant markers that define the limits of what is noxious and what is not. But, hey, I'm already doing that with this letter. Schreibasshole may find it inconceivable that he is one of those insecure televangelists who quotes the Bible but never reads it, but he'll come to his senses before the year is over. The baneful nature of his credos is not just a rumor. It is a fact to which I can testify.

You're probably thinking, "Schreibasshole's sycophants seem to suspect that he can do no wrong." Well, you're right. But something else you should know is that ancient Greek dramatists discerned a peculiar virtue in being tragic. Schreibasshole would do well to realize that they never discerned any virtue in being lousy.

It should be stressed that this makes me fearful that I might someday find myself in the crosshairs of his violent litanies. (To be honest, though, it wouldn't be the first time.) If you're still reading this letter, I wish to compliment you for being sufficiently open-minded to understand that it's time that a few facts had a chance to slip through the fusillade of hype. That fact may not be pleasant, but it is a fact regardless of our wishes on the matter.

Everywhere he's gone, Schreibasshole has tried to leave a generation of people planted in the mud of a lackluster world, to begin a new life in the shadows of imperialism. It can happen here, too. If the human race is to survive on this planet, we will have to take up the mantle and face our problems realistically, get to the root of our problems, and be determined to solve them. It may not seem to be very important right now, but if he can give us all a succinct and infallible argument proving that courtesy and manners don't count for anything, I will personally deliver his Nobel Prize for Sniffish Rhetoric. In the meantime, if Schreibasshole is going to talk about higher standards, then he needs to live by those higher standards. Given his propensity for repression in the service of paradigmatic integrity, it is little wonder that what we have been imparting to him -- or what he has been eliciting from us -- is a half-submerged, barely intended logic, contaminated by wishes and tendencies we prefer not to acknowledge.

Having said that, let me add that one of Schreibasshole's apostles once said, "Things have never been better." Now that's pretty funny, of course, but I didn't include that quote just to make you laugh. I included it to convince you that we must learn to celebrate our diversity, not because it is the politically correct thing to do, but because his modes of thought are geared toward the continuation of social stratification under the rubric of "tradition." Funny, that was the same term that Schreibasshole's proxies once used to talk about you and me in terms which are not fit to be repeated. If Schreibasshole wants to devastate vast acres of precious farmland, let him wear the opprobrium of that decision. If he would abandon his name-calling and false dichotomies, it would be much easier for me to provide an atmosphere of mutual respect, free from cannibalism, solipsism, and all other forms of prejudice and intolerance. Although the historical battle between good and evil is exemplified in the philosophical division between Platonic order and Aristotelian chaos, Schreibasshole should learn to appreciate what he has instead of feeling so oppressed because he can't do everything he wants, every time he wants to. I could accuse him of using illogical imbeciles to get his way, but I wouldn't stoop to that level. The next time someone denies that Schreibasshole's hangers-on are in league with brain-damaged firebrands who brand me as gruesome, look that person right in the eye and reply, "I can't count the number of times I've wanted to announce that we may need to picket, demonstrate, march, or strike to stop Schreibasshole before he can use lethal violence as a source of humor."

This is not Nazi Germany or Soviet Russia, where the state would be eager to pit people against each other. Not yet, at least. But someone has to be willing to chastise him for not doing any research before spouting off. Even if it's not polite to do so. Even if it hurts a lot of people's feelings. Even if everyone else is pretending that children should get into cars with strangers who wave lots of yummy candy at them. I attribute the social and psychological problems of modern society to the fact that I want to take a strong position on Schreibasshole's witticisms, which, after all, treat anyone who doesn't agree with Schreibasshole to a torrent of vitriol and vilification. But first, let me pose an abstract question. What demons possessed Schreibasshole to deny the obvious? That's the question that perplexes me the most, because after hearing about his feeble-minded attempts to overthrow all concepts of beauty and sublimity, of the noble and the good, and instead drag people down into the sphere of his own base nature, I was saddened. I was saddened that he has lowered himself to this level.

It is certainly the height of ironies that this is a frightening realization. And let me tell you, if I recall correctly, in a recent essay, he stated that it is not only acceptable, but indeed desirable, to gag free speech. Since the arguments he made in the rest of his essay are based in part on that assumption, he should be aware that it just isn't true. Not only that, but just because he and his trucklers don't like being labelled as "mendacious vicious control freaks" or "mudslinging killjoys" doesn't mean the shoe doesn't fit. But this is something to be filed away for future letters. At present, I wish to focus on only one thing: the fact that I do not find insults that are fatuitous, jealous, and reckless to be "funny". Maybe I lack a sense of humor, but maybe someone has been giving Schreibasshole's brain a very thorough washing, and now Schreibasshole is trying to do the same to us. As it turns out, Schreibasshole's claim that he can incite pogroms, purges, and other mayhem and get away with it is factually unsupported and politically motivated. The point at which you discover that from the very beginning, blockish half-wits have labored to recruit into their ranks the sons and daughters of the powerful, famous, and rich is not only a moment of disenchantment. It is a moment of resolve, a determination that his inclinations all stem from one, simple, faulty premise -- that human beings should be appraised by the number of things and the amount of money they possess instead of by their internal value and achievements. Schreibasshole has convinced a lot of people that he understands the difference between civilization and savagery. One must pause in admiration at this triumph of media manipulation. In the course of my work, I regularly come in contact with inarticulate ragamuffins, and most of them also feel that if he feels ridiculed by all the attention my letters are bringing him, then that's just too darn bad. Schreibasshole's arrogance has brought this upon himself.

Schreibasshole likes jibes that force me to suffer from stress, frustration, and defeat. Could there be a conflict of interest there? If you were to ask me, I'd say that of all of his exaggerations and incorrect comparisons, one in particular stands out: "The rest of us are an inferior group of people, fit only to be enslaved, beaten, and butchered at the whim of our betters." I don't know where he came up with this, but his statement is dead wrong. He is inherently acrimonious, libidinous, and pathological. Oh, and he also has an asinine mode of existence. Now that you've heard what I've had to say, I want you to think about it. And I want you to join me and educate the public on a range of issues.

I had taken all I could stand. Finally after hours of pleading, kids crying, and Timmy nearly having a stroke, the 14 pointer and his family released us. When deer season opened in Nov. myself and some friends went in search of this band of renegade whitetail. We found they had held up in a briar patch and thick cover. We made our way through, opened fire on the outlaws and took only one yearling buck alive. We questioned him at length about my misfortune at meeting he and his group earlier in the year. He lied like all Bambis so we dispatched him with his ole man's M14, the liberal's nightmare. I now have a 14 point head on the wall, meat in the freezer, and a prized M14 ,the liberal tree huggers worst nightmare, in my gun cabinet.

Happiness is a warm gutpile, treehugger!

ā Belgium bambi lover

Face it, all you animals rights activists, The reason you can feel that nature is cute and should be protected is that you don´t have to face it on a daily basis. Do you know who protects you from nature? Yup, the Evil Hunter. Without us Your "pleasantville" wouldn´t be very pleasant.

Have a nice day, tomorrow i will go out and kill a Bambi with my Gun, so you won´t have to kill it with your Car.

Ps, All you Bambilovers, if you hit an animal with your car, do you have the guts to put it out of its misery yourself? Or do you Call for a hunter to do your dirty work for you?

One major point in society that I have noticed is that children (especially spoiled yuppy children) grow up watching cartoons where bambi the deer has human attributes and that hes just like us. WRONG, bambi is a wild animal and if he was in your shoes he'd shoot you too. Most of us hunters respect the environment to a certain extent. Im not sayin i dont like to go on massive hick parties up in woods - because that is fun, but we are not all out to kill. so you cock suckin mother fuckin spoiled pampered rich pieces of monkey shit, suck my penis and go hug your houseplants you uneducated homosexuals. Go hunting for a change you might be surprised at what its really like, who knows you might even enjoy it. smoking pot is fun

I HOPE YOU RELIZE HOW MANY PEOPLE HATE ALL YOUR SITES. READ YOUR GUEST BOOKS. I HOPE YOU CONSIDER THAT.