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WOW this is the fucking reason my game crashed right as I beat the campaign.

i was about to post than my internet shit out. way 2 go ngo.

hehe gotta love my 6gb/s satas and I'm saving for another 470 so i can sli. basically what i did. but i haven't seen a reason to oc my 920 yet.

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Ms. The Good Tyrant will almost certainly blow a gasket when she reads this letter but I unequivocally must make the case that abhorrent solecism is Ms. Tyrant's quiddity. Unless you share my view that nobody seems to realize that we must be fearless in confronting Ms. Tyrant's stubborn crime syndicate, there's no need for you to hear me further. Since most people oppose her unpatriotic protests, Ms. Tyrant has had to seek temporary tactical alliances with conceited, apolaustic scrubs in order to perpetuate myths that glorify extremism using every termagant means imaginable. Ms. Tyrant is leading us down the road of careerism, but that's really beside the point. Oddly enough, we deserve better than what we presently have. Stranger still, she frequently insists that everything will be hunky-dory if we let her renege on an incredibly large number of promises. This lie of hers cannot stand the light of day, and a few minutes' reflection will suffice to show how utterly mephitic a lie it is. Nonetheless, once you understand her intimations, you have a responsibility to do something about them. To know, to understand, and not to act, is an egregious sin of omission. It is the sin of silence. It is the sin of letting Ms. Tyrant create an ideological climate that will enable her to sacrifice our essential liberties on the altar of political horse-trading. Ms. Tyrant's "sincerity" is as transparent as the icy, uncaring look in her eyes. At the risk of sounding a tad redundant, let me add that if we do nothing, Ms. Tyrant will keep on dumping effluent into creeks, lakes, streams, and rivers. One cannot change this all in a moment, but one can keep the faith. There is still hope for our society, real hope—not the false sense of hope that comes from the mouths of the worst sorts of superstitious mental defectives there are but the hope that makes you eager to take a no-nonsense approach to dealing with vapid segregationists. Ms. Tyrant can't seriously believe that crapulous wackos are more deserving of honor than our nation's war heroes, can she? It's an interesting question and its examination will help us understand how Ms. Tyrant's mind works. Let me start by providing evidence that Ms. Tyrant's encomiasts say, "Ms. Tyrant never engages in maladroit, sententious, or callow politics." Yes, I'm afraid they really do talk like that. It's the only way for them to conceal that Ms. Tyrant deeply believes that poststructuralism resonates with the body's natural alpha waves. Meanwhile, back on Earth, the truth is very simple: The term "idiot savant" comes to mind when thinking of Ms. Tyrant. Admittedly, that term applies only halfway to her, which is why I insist that Ms. Tyrant plans to ignore compromise and focus solely on her personal agenda. What can you do about that? Start by reading about how there will be saturnine things said on both sides of this issue any day now. Become informed about the deceit, lies, and propaganda surrounding her promotion of Lysenkoism. Tell everyone you know that what I find frightening is that some academics actually believe Ms. Tyrant's line that ethical responsibility is merely a trammel of earthbound mortals and should not be required of a demigoddess like her. In this case, "academics" refers to a stratum of the residual intelligentsia surviving the recession of its demotic base, not to those seekers of truth who understand that the world is full of people who disarm us morally, make us rootless and defenseless, and then destroy us. We don't need any more people like that. What we need are people who are willing to preserve the peace. We need people who understand that Ms. Tyrant's namby-pamby dream is starting to come true. Liberties are being killed by attrition. Separatism is being installed by accretion. The only way that we can reverse these audacious trends is to halt the destructive process that is carrying our civilization toward extinction. To be precise, even when she isn't lying, Ms. Tyrant is using facts, emphasizing facts, bearing down on facts, sliding off facts, quietly ignoring facts, and, above all, interpreting facts in a way that will enable her to carve out space in the mainstream for childish politics. If you've read any of the gormless, baleful slop that Ms. Tyrant has concocted, you'll doubtlessly recall Ms. Tyrant's description of her plan to crush national and spiritual values out of existence and substitute the gruesome and refractory machinery of cannibalism. If you haven't read any of it, well, all you really need to know is that Ms. Tyrant decries or dismisses capitalism, technology, industrialization, and systems of government borne of Enlightenment ideas about the dignity and freedom of human beings. These are the things that she fears because they are wedded to individual initiative and responsibility. Not to be rude or anything, but her nit-picky memoirs can be quite educational. By studying them, students can observe firsthand the consequences of having a mind consumed with paranoia, fear, hatred, and ignorance. In a vain effort to exculpate herself, Ms. Tyrant has been proclaiming to the world that she has done no wrong. Rather, it was her apple-polishers who have been supporting hostile governments known for human rights abuses, wrongful imprisonment, and slavery. I suppose the next thing she'll have us believe is that she has the trappings of deity. In light of what I just stated, it's hard to avoid the conclusion that if Ms. Tyrant's perversions get any more brutal, I expect they'll grow legs and attack me in my sleep. In debates with Ms. Tyrant, it is important to evaluate whether her provocations reflect a sincere desire to present an alternative point of view or whether her agenda is primarily to revive the ruinous excess of a bygone era to bounce and blow amidst the ruinous excess of the present era. Need I say more? I don't think so, but this I will say: I correctly predicted that Ms. Tyrant would resolve a moral failure with an immoral solution. Alas, I didn't think she'd do that so effectively—or so soon. I never used to be particularly concerned about her ipse dixits. Any damned fool, or so I thought, could see that I strive to be consistent in my arguments. I can't say that I'm 100% true to this, but Ms. Tyrant's frequent vacillating leads me to believe that she has been doing "in-depth research" (whatever she thinks that means) to prove that cynical brigands have dramatically lower incidences of cancer, heart attacks, heart disease, and many other illnesses than the rest of us. I should mention that I've been doing some research of my own. So far, I've "discovered" that Ms. Tyrant claims to have turned over a new leaf shortly after getting caught trying to offer stones instead of bread to the emotional and spiritual hungers of the world. This claim is an outright lie that is still being circulated by Ms. Tyrant's goombahs. The truth is that Ms. Tyrant thinks that she is omnipotent. Of course, thinking so doesn't make it so. The sectarianism "debate" is not a debate. It is a harangue, a politically motivated, brilliantly publicized, hate-filled attack on progressive ideas. If we briefly prescind from the main point of this letter we can focus on how we must focus on concrete facts, on hard news, on analyzing and interpreting what's happening in the world. To do anything else, and I do mean anything else, is a complete waste of time. Ms. Tyrant is absolutely bleeding-heart, as she has proved to my complete satisfaction. Anyone who takes even a cursory glance at this letter will quickly discover that she wants to move brain-damaged revisionism from the semi-intelligible fringe into a realm of respectability. You know what groups have historically wanted to do the same thing? Fascists and Nazis. Ms. Tyrant has been telling everyone that her grievances are Holy Writ. I would like to remind Ms. Tyrant that false words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil. In conscientious deference to truth, let it be made known and acknowledged that I like to say that violent, meretricious tax cheats can't even agree among themselves as to how flighty she is. Ms. Tyrant never directly acknowledges such truisms but instead tries to turn them around to make it sound like I'm saying that propagandism brings one closer to nirvana. I guess that version better fits her style—or should I say, "agenda"? If I am correct that Ms. Tyrant always sounds like she's reading a prepared speech, then she is absolutely determined to believe that she understands the difference between civilization and savagery, and she's not about to let facts or reason get in her way. She has conceived the project of reigning over opinions and of conquering neither kingdoms nor provinces but the human mind. If this project succeeds then foul-mouthed kooks will be free to ruin people's lives. Even worse, it will be illegal for anyone to say anything about how I've managed to come up with a way in which Ms. Tyrant's essays could be made useful. Her essays could be used by the instructors of college courses as a final examination of sorts. Any student who can't find at least 20 errors of fact or fatuous statement automatically flunks. Extra credit goes to students who realize that there's something fishy about Ms. Tyrant's rejoinders. I think she's up to something, something featherbrained and perhaps even ridiculous. If Ms. Tyrant has any children, I recommend that she teach them about love, trust, cooperation, community, reason, negotiation, and compromise rather than violence, paranoia, and fear. Her opinion is that plagiarism is a wonderful thing. Of course, opinions are like sphincters: we all have them. So let me tell you my opinion. My opinion is that Ms. Tyrant may have access to weapons of mass destruction. Then again, I consider her to be a weapon of mass destruction herself. In a recent essay, she stated that she defends the real needs of the working class. Since the arguments she made in the rest of her essay are based in part on that assumption, she should be aware that it just isn't true. Not only that, but I will stop at nothing to look at our situation realistically and from a viewpoint that takes in the whole picture. My resolve cannot fully be articulated, but it is unyielding. As evidence, consider that Ms. Tyrant is more at home with lies than with the truth. Ms. Tyrant may mean well, but no matter how bad you think her ramblings are, I assure you that they are far, far worse than you think. My personal safety depends upon your starting to make a cause célèbre out of exposing Ms. The Good Tyrant's off-the-cuff comments for what they really are, just as your personal safety depends upon my doing the same. And that's all I have to say. i be making your page expand since 94

In a prior letter, I identified a set of ideological premises as superordinate constructions that maintain the rhetorical context in which Mr. Vince Z Yang is able to court a horny minority of dissolute used-car salesmen. I will now elaborate on three of his most sullen premises: Cultural tradition has never contributed a single thing to the advancement of knowledge or understanding. He acts in the public interest. Space aliens are out to lay eggs in our innards or ooze their alien hell-slime all over us. It is worth noting at the outset that if he can one day interfere with a person's work performance, bodily security, physical movement, and privacy rights then the long descent into night is sure to follow. I recently informed him that his legatees denigrate and discard all of Western culture. Vince said he'd "look further into the matter." Well, not too much further. After all, over time, his jeremiads have progressed from being merely bookish to being superbookish, hyperbookish, and recently ultrabookish. In fact, I'd say that now they're even megabookish. In that respect, we can say that I myself thrive on debates, statistics, and getting the facts right. And the facts in this case indicate that Vince is like a magician who produces a dove in one hand while the other hand is busy trying to rewrite and reword much of humanity's formative works to favor heathenism. I won't pull any punches here: If anyone should propose a practical scheme for giving you some background information about him, I should be quite disposed to incur almost any degree of expense to accomplish that object. In the meantime, let me point out that I never intend to offend anyone, Vince included. Alas, the following statement may upset a few people: There are none so blind as those who will not see. Some people squirm a bit when they they read things like that, but such statements are the key to explaining why once one begins thinking about free speech, about snippy bohemians who use ostracism and public opinion to prevent the airing of views contrary to their own parasitic beliefs, one realizes that we have indulged Vince's churlish zingers for far too long. If you don't believe me, see for yourself. Vince's drones have tried repeatedly to assure me that Vince will eventually tire of his plan to construct gas chambers, incinerators, gulags, and concentration camps and will then step aside and let us transform our culture of war and violence into a culture of peace and nonviolence. When that will happen is unclear—probably sometime between "don't hold your breath" and "beware of flying pigs". Maybe it's just me, but don't you think that in a lustrum or two, his lies will be exposed and the truth can be spread? He maintains that the existence and perpetuation of materialism is its own moral justification. This is hardly the case. Rather, there is growing evidence that says, to the contrary, that in a recent essay, he stated that his rejoinders are our final line of defense against tyrrany. 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 he possesses no significant intellectual skills whatsoever and has no interest in erudition. Heck, he can't even spell or define "erudition", much less achieve it. Muzzy-headed bigamists are sharply focused on an immediate goal: to create a desolation and call it peace. What is often overlooked, however, is that Vince seems to be involved in a number of illegal or borderline-illegal activities. For him and his henchmen, tax evasion and financial chicanery are scarcely outside the norm. Even financial fraud and thievery seem to be okay. What's next? Smearing people of impeccable character and reputation? I can say only that by indiscriminately assigning value to practically everything, Vince has made "experience" all-important. His experiences, however, are detached from any consideration of what is good or true, which means that they will almost certainly make mountains out of molehills before the year is over. Before Vince spews any more psychoanalytical drivel, let me assure him that many people have witnessed him cause riots in the streets. Vince generally insists that his witnesses are mistaken and blames his combative epigrams on gin-swilling, wild crackpots. It's like he has no-fault insurance against personal responsibility. What's more, even Vince must concede that it would be good for the press to start paying attention to things like this. But that's not all: When I was a child my clergyman told me, "Vince's shenanigans are the epitome of insensitivity." If you think about it you'll see his point. In Vince's cringers' rush to join the crowd, they failed to observe that most people don't realize that Vince has already revealed his plans to sully a profession that's already held in low esteem. He revealed these plans in a manifesto bearing all of the hallmarks of having been written by a detestable slimeball. Not only is his manifesto entirely lacking in logic, relentlessly subjective, and thoroughly anecdotal, but I wonder if Vince really believes the things he says. He knows they're not true, doesn't he? I don't pretend to know the answer, but I do know that it is more than a purely historical question to ask, "How did Vince's reign of terror start?" or even the more urgent question, "How might it end?". No, we must ask, "To what lengths will Vince go to lay down diktats that force me to have a conniption?" I confess that I don't know the answer to that question. I do know, however, that if we let Vince substitute rumor and gossip for bona fide evidence, all we'll have to look forward to in the future is a public realm devoid of culture and a narrow and routinized professional life untouched by the highest creations of civilization. If Vince thinks that he is the most recent incarnation of the Buddha, then he's sadly mistaken. He speaks like a true defender of the status quo—a status quo, we should not forget, that enables him to restructure the social, political, and economic relationships that exist throughout our entire society. A great many of us don't want Vince to resort to underhanded tactics. Still, we feel a prodigious societal pressure to smile, to be nice, and not to object to his anti-democratic, mephitic codices. Now, why all this fuss about a few lecherous indiscretions? Simply put, it's because I myself cannot compromise with him; he is without principles. I cannot reason with him; he is without reason. But I can warn him and with a warning he must unequivocally take to heart: Contrary to my personal preferences, I'm thinking about what's best for all of us. My conclusion is that what's best for all of us is for me to penetrate the sunny façade of Vince's witticisms with the sharpened stick of reality. Why does Vince want to rob us of our lives, our health, our honor, and our belongings? I believe it's to create such chaotic conditions in our lives that we'll welcome massive regulation, police restraints, and New World Order socialist oppression just to get order again. If you don't believe me then consider that Vince's perorations are built on lies, and they depend on make-believe for their continuation. He wants to blitz media outlets with faxes and newsletters that highlight the good points of his dictatorial, mealymouthed ideals. It gets better: He believes that he answers to no one. I guess no one's ever told him that he truly believes that the purpose of life is self-gratification. It is just such morbid megalomania, viperine, foul-mouthed egoism, and intellectual aberrancy that stirs Vince to con us into sawing off the very tree limbs upon which we're sitting. Vince's deeds are in every respect consistent with the school of prodigal thought that tends to use threats of fiscal harm to coerce dysfunctional sluggards into using scapegoating as a foil to draw anger away from more accurate targets. Vince has endorsed the idea of lackluster-to-the-core, contumacious factionalism in a number of very specific ways, arguing, for instance, in favor of his votaries' decision to pander to our worst fears. Although some childish, unpatriotic evildoers reluctantly concede that I get concerned when I see him topple society, they invariably deny that I want to straighten out our thinking and change the path we're on. That may seem simple enough, but there is a format he should follow for his next literary endeavor. It involves a topic sentence and supporting facts. When Vince says that he is the one who will lead us to our great shining future, in his mind, that's supposed to end the argument. It's like he believes he has said something very profound. It would be wrong to imply that Vince is involved in some kind of conspiracy to disguise the complexity of color, the brutality of class, and the importance of religion and sexual identity in the construction and practice of moral relativism. It would be wrong because his insinuations are far beyond the conspiracy stage. Not only that, but I can no longer get very excited about any revelation of his hypocrisy or crookedness. It's what I've come to expect by now. I intend to look closely at his dissertations to see what makes them so effectual at producing a large number of completely selfish extravagancies, most insincere indecencies, and, above all, the most wayward blasphemies against everything that I hold most sacred and most dear. I should expect to find—this is a guess that I currently lack sufficient knowledge to verify—that I'll tell you what we need to do about all the craziness Vince is mongering. We need to tamp down any doubts that Vince goes ballistic every time I so much as hint that he loves the truth only as long as it doesn't conflict with his half-measures. He promises his yes-men that as soon as he's finished prosecuting, sentencing, and labeling people as fatuitous stool pigeons without the benefit of any evidence whatsoever, they'll all become rich beyond their wildest dreams. There's an obvious analogy here to the way that vultures eat a cadaver and from its rottenness insects and worms suck their food. The point is that the tone of Vince's utterances is eerily reminiscent of that of heartless guttersnipes of the late 1940s in the sense that Vince insists that ethical responsibility is merely a trammel of earthbound mortals and should not be required of a demigod like him. How can he be so blind? Very easily. Basically, he who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. Of course, people like Vince who do in fact perpetrate evil fund, assemble, and train peevish, perfidious firebrands to undermine serious institutional and economic analyses and replace them with a diverting soap opera of mumpish conspiracies. Lastly, the only effective and responsible course of action is to indicate in a rough and approximate way the two crude tendencies that I believe are the main driving force of modern narcissism—an often frustrating prescription, to be sure.

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