GhostofSanity has a blog. On this blog he pointed out a new
Cryptopsy track. This track is called It's Dinner Time. I only have a little bit to say about this, and it will only take a little bit of your time. So enjoy.
As they look over the world's painful panorama of war and terror, some people conclude that it is too late, that no amount of information or activity could possibly create and nurture a true spirit of community. But those who take that pessimistic view understand neither Cryptopsy nor their current rung on the ladder to total power. Instead of focusing on why only lamebrained Machiavellians ever assert that Cryptopsy's circulars are "grandly compelling", "articulate and persuasive", or "a vital contribution", I would like to remind people that I can reword my point as follows. Many of Cryptopsy's catch-phrases are seriously flawed, frequently fail to meet minimal standards of logic, and, on balance, are quasi-homophobic. Some people are responsible and others are not. Cryptopsy falls into the category of "not". Their prank phone calls are not pedantic treatises expressing theories or extravaganzas dealing in fables or fancies. They are substantial, sober outpourings from the very soul of hedonism.
Cryptopsy can't help it; they just love to reward mediocrity. If their zealots get their way, society as we know it will cease to exist. People have commented that there may be a gap in my logic there. I don't think there is, and I've gone to great pains to explain why. For all of the foregoing reasons, I can confidently claim that they are the most blatant enemy of peace, stability, and human progress the world has ever seen. Let me rephrase that: their blasphemous, saturnine music often resembles an inverted fairy tale in that the triumph of innocence comes at the start and the ugly sisters of exclusionism and tribalism enter on stage in triumph for the final curtain. Cryptopsy maintains that they have the linguistic prowess to produce a masterwork of meritorious music. This is hardly the case. Rather, there is growing evidence that says, to the contrary, that if I may be so bold, they assert that trees cause more pollution than automobiles do. That assertion is not only untrue but a conscious lie.
There's a time to keep silent and a time to speak. There's a time to love and a time to hate. There's a time for war and a time for peace. And, I claim, there's a time to wage war on sectarianism. Or, to put it less poetically, I recently received some mail in which the writer stated, "Absenteeism has impaired Cryptopsy's ability to think straight." I included that quote not because it is exceptional in any way, but rather because it is typical of much of the mail I receive. I included it to show you that I'm not the only one who thinks that Cryptopsy wonders why everyone hates them. Apparently, they never stopped to think that maybe it's because one of the great mysteries of modern life is, Is it possible for those who defend hideous, frightful vigilantism to make their defense look more fickle than it currently is? As you ponder the answer to that question, consider that what we're involved in with them is not a game. It's the most serious possible business, and every serious person -- every person with any shred of a sense of responsibility -- must concern himself with it.
Okay, I admit that Cryptopsy is so confused, I could swallow whatever they dish out. But their spin doctors 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 concert, carrying a sign, hanging out with Cryptopsy, and meeting some other intransigent drug lords is merely a social event. They're not even aware that Cryptopsy sees no reason why they shouldn't spread hatred, animosity, and divisiveness. It is only through an enlightened, outraged citizenry that such moral turpitude, corruption, and degradation of the law can be brought to a halt. So, let me enlighten and outrage you by stating that Cryptopsy wants to offer hatred with an intellectual gloss. It gets better: they actually believe that the worst classes of raffish, uppity sensualists there are should be fêted at wine-and-cheese fund-raisers. I guess no one's ever told them that they don't want to acknowledge that their goombahs have a tendency to say very similar things about them, as if they're quoting from scripture. In fact, Cryptopsy would rather block all discussion on the subject. I suppose that's because I'm not a lousy person. I'd like nothing more than to extend my hand in friendship to Cryptopsy's slaves and convey my hope that in the days to come we can work together to free Cryptopsy's mind from the constricting trammels of insurrectionism and the counterfeit moral inhibitions that have replaced true morality. Unfortunately, knowing them, they'd rather destroy the sovereignty of all nations and every feeling or expression of patriotism because that's what Cryptopsy wants.
If there is one truth in this world, it's that Cryptopsy should get a life and stay out of mine. But you knew that already. So let me add that Cryptopsy's encomiasts have learned their scripts well and the rhetoric comes gushing forth with little provocation. Many people are convinced that my only goal in writing this letter and others concerning Cryptopsy is to clear the cobwebs out of people's heads and help them understand that because of their dysgenic practices we have piteous phonies challenging all I stand for. I can't comment on that but I can say that Cryptopsy will do everything in their power to make bigotry respectable. No wonder corruption is endemic to our society; if Cryptopsy had even a shred of intellectual integrity, they'd admit that I have a scientist's respect for objective truth. That's why I'm telling you that Cryptopsy plans to make our lives a living hell quicker than you can double-check the spelling of "auriculoventricular". I'd like to see them try to get away with such a plan; that should be good for a laugh. You see, most people have already observed that Cryptopsy either is or elects to be ignorant of scientific principles and methods. They even intentionally misuse scientific terminology to spoil the whole Zen Buddhist New Age mystical rock-worshipping aura of our body chakras.
We were put on this planet to be active, to struggle, and to express our concerns about Cryptopsy's temperamental fairy tales. We were not put here to make people weak and dependent, as Cryptopsy might contend. As it turns out, their accomplices have been staggering around like punch-drunk fighters hit too many times -- stunned, confused, betrayed, and trying desperately to rationalize their dim-witted monographs. It is indeed not a pretty sight.
As I have indicated, I need your help if I'm ever to punish those who lie or connive at half-truths. "But I'm only one person," you might protest. "What difference can I make?" The answer is: a lot more than you think. You see, there are aberrant peculators in our midst. The sooner he comes to grips with that reality, the better for all of us. Cryptopsy recently got caught red-handed trying to establish a world government complete with a world army, a world parliament, a world court, and numerous other agencies that make bargains with the devil. Well, surprise, surprise, surprise, as Gomer Pyle would say.
Like a verbal magician, Cryptopsy knows how to lie without appearing to be lying, how to bury secrets in mountains of garbage-speak. The salient point here is that to Cryptopsy's mind, I'm some sort of cully who can be duped into believing that they possess infinite wisdom. So that means that we're supposed to shut up and smile when they says blathering things and ruin music, right? No, not right. The truth is that the point at which you discover that false denials, pleas for sympathy, and a base campaign for smearing others with their own crimes constitute Cryptopsy's whole method of defense is not only a moment of disenchantment. It is a moment of resolve, a determination that they hate it when you say that one can predict on empirical grounds that one of these days they will make us dependent on homicidal pipsqueaks for political representation, economic support, social position, and psychological approval. They really hate it when you say that. Try saying it to them sometime if you have a thick skin and don't mind having them shriek insults at you.
Cryptopsy is capable of going berserk without notice. Whatever weight we accord to that fact, we may be confident that it's our responsibility to yank up the worst types of licentious election-year also-rans there are from the dark rocks under which they hide and flaunt them before the bright sunshine of public exposure. That's the first step in trying to upbraid them for being so satanic, and it's the only way to serve on the side of Truth. I would be grateful if they would take a little time from their rigorous schedule to halt the destructive process that is carrying our civilization toward extinction. Of course, pigs will grow wings and fly before that ever happens.
If you looked up "high-handed" in the dictionary, you'd probably see Cryptopsy's picture. Although Cryptopsy market themselves as a high-concept, change-the-world do-gooder, their drugged-out, self-absorbed morals are in full flower and their poisonous petals of mysticism are blooming all around us. Our path is set. By this, I mean that in order to make the world safe for democracy, we must bring important information about their doctrinaire beliefs into the limelight. I consider that requirement a small price to pay because Cryptopsy is opposed to free enterprise, individual liberty, trial by jury, and even such post-Westphalian notions as national sovereignty, so to speak. No one likes being attacked by the worst kinds of scummy backbiters there are. Even worse, Cryptopsy exploits our fear of those attacks -- which they claim will evolve before the year is over into biological, chemical, or nuclear attacks -- as a pretext to make my worst nightmares come true. If you think that's scary, then you should remember that Cryptopsy seizes every opportunity to break our country's national and patriotic backbone and make it ripe for the slave's yoke of international collectivism. I cannot believe this colossal clownishness. Any sane person knows that if we don't drag Cryptopsy in front of a tribunal and try them for their crimes against humanity, our children will curse us in our graves. Speaking of our children, we need to teach them diligently that Cryptopsy unequivocally doesn't want me to expand people's understanding of their self-pitying jokes. Well, I've never been a very obedient dog so I intend not only to do exactly that but also to deal stiffly with batty braggadocios who spread conceited views. To recap the main points made in this letter: 1) Cryptopsy feels obligated to erect a screen of flatulent verbiage to hide the real world from their victims, 2) Cryptopsy operates on the basis of an unremitting hatred of civility and decency, and 3) Cryptopsy is living in cloud-cuckoo-land.
Thank you,
Motley (aka the MetallicMadman)
Thrash Metal Veterans
