komt een dokter in een vrouw...

Rather than engage in a point-by-point response to the textual interpretation of FOK.NL's user "Beverton"'s harangues, I want to respond to the more general issue at hand. To plunge right into it, as soon as Beverton found the resources to do so he lost no time in destroying our moral fiber. The inevitable followed: Stultiloquent, benighted dingbats started to sell otherwise perfectly reasonable people the idée fixe that teetotalism resonates with the body's natural alpha waves. The scariest part of all of this is that the first response to this from Beverton's forces is perhaps that mediocrity and normalcy are ideal virtues. Wrong. Just glance at the facts: Beverton extricates himself from difficulty by intrigue, by chicanery, by dissimulation, by trimming, by an untruth, by an injustice. Beverton keeps telling us that he is always being misrepresented and/or persecuted. Are we also supposed to believe that his faith in pauperism gives him an uncanny ability to detect astral energy and cosmic vibrations? I didn't think so.

On balance, Beverton has shown he's not afraid to be craven. Still, if we contradict Beverton, we are labelled putrid, mawkish turncoats. If we capitulate, however, we forfeit our freedoms. I acknowledge freely and make no apology for the fact that I once considered it reasonable for batty, heinous sewer rats to convert houses of worship into houses of alcoholism. But now I know that he contends that ethical responsibility is merely a trammel of earthbound mortals and should not be required of a demigod like him. Excuse me, but where exactly did this little factoid come from? If we are to make some changes here, then we must be guided by a healthy and progressive ideology, not by the deluded and uneducated ideologies that Beverton promotes.

How can we trust a dysfunctional, squalid tin-pot tyrant who actively conceals his true intentions? We can't. And besides, Beverton might have been in a lethargic state of autointoxication when he said that he can make all of our problems go away merely by sprinkling some sort of magic, pink, pixie dust over everything that he considers inane or venom-spouting. More likely, perhaps, is that Beverton recently got caught red-handed trying to use rock music, with its savage, tribal, orgiastic beat, to till the indelicate side of the onanism garden. Well, surprise, surprise, surprise, as Gomer Pyle would say. Though I am not a proponent of conflict, the unalterable law of biology has a corollary that is generally overlooked. Specifically, he knows how to lie. It's too bad he doesn't yet understand the ramifications of lying.

If I could ask Beverton one thing, I'd ask him why he thinks we should derive moral guidance from his glitzy, multi-culti, hip-hop, consumption-oriented paroxysms. The problem is that Beverton shrinks from such questions like a vampire shrinks from a crucifix. You'd be more likely to get Beverton to admit that his bait-and-switch tactics represent a backward step of hundreds of years, a backward step into a chasm with no bottom save the endless darkness of death. It seems to me that he is both twisted and moonstruck. Now there's a dangerous combination if I've ever seen one.

Beverton's lapdogs get a thrill out of protesting. They have no idea what causes they're fighting for or against. For them, going down to the local protest, carrying a sign, hanging out with Beverton, and meeting some other deplorable profiteers is merely a social event. They're not even aware that if Beverton's thinking were cerebral rather than glandular, he wouldn't consider it such a good idea to create a climate in which it will be assumed that our achievements reflect not individual worth, talent, or skill, but special consideration. It may seem at first that his mentality reminds me of the stereotypical bureaucrat who cannot function unless he can "find it in the manual". When we descend to details, however, we see that if my memory serves me correctly, Beverton's hypocrisy is transparent. Even the least discerning among us can see right through it.

It's one thing to visit misery and havoc upon countless millions, but wanting to demonize my family and friends is going too far. In the past, I've said that Beverton takes a perverse pleasure in watching people scurry about like rats in a maze, never quite managing to take steps toward creating an inclusive society free of attitudinal barriers. Were I to make such a generalization today it would contain a few "weasel words" -- an escape hatch or that indispensable cliche that his vaporings bespeak a spiritual crassness, a materialistic and short-sighted stupidity that will force people to act in ways far removed from the natural patterns of human behavior before the year is over. But because his epithets are part and parcel of a larger game plan to rob, steal, cheat, and murder, I am not ready to retract my conviction or to recant error. What's more, he has commented that we can stop lexiphanicism merely by permitting government officials entrée into private homes to search for wanton lousy-types. I would love to refute that but there seems to be no need, seeing as his comment is lacking in common sense. Is there anyone else out there who's noticed that I find it sickening to watch him do away with intellectual honesty? I ask because if you're interested in the finagling, double-dealing, chicanery, cheating, cajolery, cunning, rascality, and abject villainy by which he may develop mind-control technology in a lustrum or two, then you'll want to consider the following very carefully. You'll especially want to consider that everyone ought to read my award-winning essay, "The Naked Aggression of Beverton". In it, I chronicle all of Beverton's slogans from the crude to the maledicent and conclude that I would never take a job working for Beverton. Given his biggety slurs, who would want to?

Beverton has been known to say that going through the motions of working is the same as working. That notion is so doctrinaire, I hardly know where to begin refuting it. He justifies his pouty, domineering credos with fallacious logical arguments based on argumentum ad baculum. In case you're unfamiliar with the term, it means that if we don't accept Beverton's claim that my bitterness at him is merely the latent projection of libidinal energy stemming from self-induced anguish then he will eat our nation to its bones. There's one thing you can sincerely say about Beverton: He has a sense of humor. He was being a real comedian when he told us that the ideas of "freedom" and "snobbism" are Siamese twins.

One does not have to lead an active disinformation campaign in order to encourage individuals to come out of their cocoons and flourish. It is a belligerent person who believes otherwise. Some otiose cretins are actually considering helping Beverton pursue a twofold credo of absenteeism and Jacobinism. How quickly such people forget that they were lied to, made fun of, and ridiculed by Beverton on numerous occasions. He has already been able to judge people by the color of their skin while ignoring the content of their character. What worries me more than that, however, is that if Beverton ever manages to let us know exactly what our attitudes should be towards various types of people and behavior, that's when the defecation will really hit the air conditioning.

If there's an untold story here, it's that I fully intend to supply the missing ingredient that could stop the worldwide slide into irreligionism. I will spare no labor in doing this and reckon no labor lost that brings me toward this mark. Even so, Beverton has frequently been spotted making nicey-nice with disgraceful cockalorums. Is this because he needs their help to turn positions of leadership into positions of complacency? I can give you only my best estimate, made after long and anxious consideration, but I do not pose as an expert in these matters. I can say only that I sometimes ask myself whether the struggle to express my views is worth all of the potential consequences. And I consistently answer by saying that he used to complain about being persecuted. Now Beverton is our primary persecutor. This reversal of roles reminds me that 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 Beverton's refrains are a mere cavil, a mere scarecrow, one of the last shifts of a desperate and dying cause.

Think of Beverton's fulminations as being the sum of two components: a predatory component that consists of Beverton's desire to introduce absurd, baseless, terror-ridden lawsuits intended to destroy the lives of countless innocent people and a besotted component that consists of everything else. We are concerned primarily with the former. Please forgive the following sermon, but it can't be avoided in this discussion: In Beverton's quest to push the State towards greater influence, self-preservation, and totalitarianism and away from civic engagement, constituent choice, and independent thought he has left no destructive scheme unutilized. I challenge Beverton to point out any text in this letter that proposes that 75 million years ago, a galactic tyrant named Xenu solved the overpopulation problem of his 76-planet federation by transporting the excess people to Earth, chaining them to volcanoes, and dropping H-bombs on them. It isn't there. There's neither a hint nor a suggestion of such a thing. Beverton is swinging pretty hard on some slender evidence. Since I don't have anything more to say on that subject, I'll politely get off my soapbox now.

beverton	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 21:38
	zegt de dokter: heuh maar zo ging de mop toch niet? okee dit topic gaat over het verdraaien van moppen. TS trapte af met de al oude dokters mop. nog een voorbeeldje: Het is stiekem een tank en niet groen SPOILER stiekem toch groen en nu meedoen!
beverton	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 21:41
	nog eentje lopen 2 mongolen in het midden. zegt de 1 tegen de ander: Maar we kunnen toch niet tegelijkertijd in het midden lopen?
GizartFRL	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 21:44
	Komt een man bij de dokter, ruimt de dokter het zelf op. HAHAhahahaHAHHahaHAAHahA
beverton	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 21:45
	quote: Op woensdag 9 juli 2008 21:44 schreef GizartFRL het volgende: Komt een man bij de dokter, ruimt de dokter het zelf op. HAHAhahahaHAHHahaHAAHahA
Bleekmiddel	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 21:46
	stop 1 envelop tussen je tieten
vdvorst	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 21:46
	komt een catus bij een clown met balonnen, zegt ie cactusssssssss
pisnicht	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 21:46
	jezus wat een bedroevend niveau...
vdvorst	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 21:47
	komt een worteltje bij de bakker, vraagt de wortel: "bakker, heeft u konijntjestaart"...
vdvorst	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 21:47
	komt een slimme belg bij de bakker.... (ha-ha)
beverton	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 21:49
	quote: Op woensdag 9 juli 2008 21:47 schreef vdvorst het volgende: komt een slimme belg bij de bakker.... (ha-ha)
GizartFRL	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 21:49
	Jan, Piet en Klaas willen een avondje op stap. Ze beginnen om 18.00 uur met lopen en om 0.00 uur blijven ze stilstaan.
Episch	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 21:49
	Ik vind je wel een beetje een treurig met die sig: "zie je dat, zie je dat?" "een admin vond me paint leuk!" Ontopic: Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander. Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander: Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander: Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander. SPOILER Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander. Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander: Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander: Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander. Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander. Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander: Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander: Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander. Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander. Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander: Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander: Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander. Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander. Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander: Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander: Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander. Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander. Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander: Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander: Lopen 2 mannen over straat, zegt de een tegen de ander. HAHAHA snap je hem? Droste effect! HAHAHAHA Er liep eens een vader over de kade. SPOILER dacht ie dat ie een wind moest laten maar was niet zo. Wanneer mag je bevertons moeder in der gezicht tuffen? SPOILER als ze haar benen niet in je nek wil leggen
vdvorst	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 21:49
	komt een kassa bij de turk en betaalt
rulerofdeath	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 21:52
	op zich wel lachen.
beverton	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 21:52
	wat is een turk met een vuilniscontainer? gewoon ecologisch verstandig
vdvorst	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 21:54
	een nog niet uitgeroeide jood was aan het roeien...
beverton	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 21:55
	Waarom heeft Auswich zoveel sterren? omdat hun eten gewoon voortreffelijk smaakte
Xith	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 22:04
	Lopen twee jongens over straat, zegt de een zegt de ander twee.
DurQ	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 22:08
	lopen er twee zandkorrels door de woestijn. zegt de ene tegen de andere: "koud he" . zegt de andere: "ja maar het is 's avonds ook kouder als buiten"
Episch	woensdag 9 juli 2008 @ 22:13
	Lopen 2 lopen over lopen, lopen de lopen lopen lopen. Wat klopt er niet? SPOILER hij had toch geen aids