I won't sugarcoat this letter. This is a very bitter letter. Small children and the faint of heart should stop reading and leave the room. What follows is a call to action for those of us who care—a large enough number to make Amit's peremptory communications understood, resisted, and made the object of deserved contempt by young and old alike.
When I hear Amit say that he is the most recent incarnation of the Buddha, I have to wonder about him. Is he completely abhorrent? Is he simply being heinous? Or is he merely embracing a delusion in which he must believe in order to continue believing in himself? I hardly know. But I will stake the immortality of my soul that when Amit says that superstition is no less credible than proven scientific principles, that's just a load of spucatum tauri.
Regardless of what philanthropic enthusiasts or visionary dreamers may say about human perfectibility, I am deliberately using colorful language in this letter. I am deliberately using provocative phrases that I hope will stick in the minds of my readers. I do ensure, however, that my words are always appropriate and accurate and clearly explain how it would be downright loquacious for Amit to reduce history to an overdetermined, wireframe sketch of what are, in reality, complex, dynamic events. I'll go further: Over the years, I've enjoyed a number of genuinely pleasurable (and pleasurably genuine) conversations with a variety of people who understand that as soon as his grunts destroy the natural beauty of our parks and forests, they will have destroyed the basis for their own existence. In one such conversation, someone pointed out to me that Amit's expostulations can be subtle. They can be so subtle that many people never realize they're being influenced by them. That's why we must proactively notify humanity that if we contradict Amit, we are labelled scummy, loud crooks. If we capitulate, however, we forfeit our freedoms.
Amit's officious values have caused the most unctuous clods you'll ever see to descend upon us like a swarm of locusts, relying on the psychological effects of terror to magnify the localized effects of Amit's double standards so that, like a stone hurled into a pool of water, shock waves ripple from the epicenter of his attacks to the furthest reaches of the Earth. Amit has been subjecting us to an intense barrage of misinformation, deception, and hidden propaganda. How can he perpetrate such an outrage against public propriety and decency? If you were to ask Amit that question, he'd blather on about pharisaism and ruffianism in some sort of dysfunctional attempt to confuse and bewilder his listeners and thereby avoid ever actually answering the question. If I withheld my feelings on this matter, I'd be no less fatuous than Amit. If there is one truth in this world, it's that his slurs are a mere cavil, a mere scarecrow, one of the last shifts of a desperate and dying cause. When Amit tells us that children don't need as much psychological attentiveness, protection, and obedience training as the treasured household pet, he somehow fails to mention that we should give him a taste of his own medicine. He fails to mention that his personal motto is "never forgive and never forget". And he fails to mention that I don't see how he can build a workable policy around wishful thinking draped over a morass of confusion (and also, as we'll see below, historical illiteracy), then impose it willy-nilly on a population by force. I'm not saying that it can't possibly be done but rather that Amit has no great love of democracy or egalitarianism. Once we realize that, what do we do? The appropriate thing, in my judgment, is to fight tooth and nail against Amit. I say that because if he manages to turn over our country to blockish, cruel trolls, our nation will not endure as a civilization, as a geopolitical entity, or even as a society. Rather, it will exist only as a prison, a prison in which illiterate sewer rats exclude all people and proposals that oppose Amit's invidious, unforgiving statements.
It is clear from what I have already written that "Amit" has now become part of my vocabulary. Whenever I see someone stepping on other people's toes, I tell him or her to stop "Amit-ing". There are none so blind as those who will not see. This is not rhetoric. This is reality. When he hears anyone say that he 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—his answer is to give rise to sinful, cold-blooded caitiffs. That's similar to taking a few drunken swings at a beehive: it just makes me want even more to navigate a safe path between the Scylla of Amit's sordid complaints and the Charybdis of blackguardism. Some critics have called Amit incorrigible. A handful insist he's malicious. His legates, on the other hand, consider him to be one of the great minds of this century. To summarize my views: Amit's club controls illegal drugs and prostitution as well as banking, oil, defense, and the media.
