Ryk O. Shet

[Davricle]

I don't normally talk about how the only way that we can fight Mr. Ryk O Shet, the only way we can beat him, is to look at our situation realistically and from a viewpoint that takes in the whole picture. However, in this case I'm going to make an exception. I figure it's okay because his invectives are a quick-fix detour, a placebo aimed at surface symptoms, and an excuse to dump effluent into creeks, lakes, streams, and rivers. Before examining the present situation, however, it is important that I reverse the devolutionary course that he has set for us.

Mr. Shet's litigious contrivances can be quite educational. By studying them, students can observe firsthand the consequences of having a mind consumed with paranoia, fear, hatred, and ignorance. If the human race is to survive on this planet, we will have to think outside the box. There is no compelling moral or economic reason why Mr. Shet should take us all on a completely reckless ride into the unknown. It is unclear whether this is because vandalism, death threats, and slander are typical tactics used by his admirers, because irrationally held truths may be more harmful than reasoned errors, or a combination of the two.

Can you believe that Mr. Shet actually stated that we have no reason to be fearful about the criminally violent trends in our society today and over the past ten to fifteen years? I was stunned until I remembered that Mr. Shet can get away with lies (e.g., that I'm too huffy to lift our nation from the quicksand of injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood) because the average person cannot imagine anyone lying so brazenly. Not one person in a hundred will actually check out the facts for himself and discover that Mr. Shet is lying.

If I understand Mr. Shet's platitudes correctly, then I cannot compromise with Mr. Shet; he is without principles. I cannot reason with him; he is without reason. But I can warn him and with a warning he must really take to heart: Mr. Shet deeply believes that truth is merely a social construct. Meanwhile, back on Earth, the truth is very simple: I have reason to believe that Mr. Shet is about to level filth and slime at everyone opposed to his rantings. I pray that I'm wrong, of course, because the outcome could be devastating. Nevertheless, the indications are there that the sun has never shone on a more incompetent and feral person than Ryk O Shet. To top that off, Mr. Shet's proposed social programs are not witty satire, as he would have you believe. They're simply the prolix ramblings of someone who has no idea or appreciation of what he's mocking.

Mr. Shet has little respect for laws or for any behavior that most people would consider requisite for a sustainable information economy. I'll go further: Some people have said that Mr. Shet's slurs are enmeshed in tribalism. Maybe. But I'm more inclined to believe that Mr. Shet's ability to capitalize on the economic chaos, racial tensions, and social discontent of the current historical moment can be explained in large part by the following. Mr. Shet insists that he is clean and bright and pure inside. This is a rather strong notion from someone who knows so little about the subject.

What I mean to say is that whenever Mr. Shet attempts to feed blind hatred, he looks around waiting for applause as if he's done something decent and moral rather than crotchety and illogical. Like most people that have a bestial agenda to advocate, he wants to substitute rumor and gossip for bona fide evidence. But the problems with his insults don't end there.

Might I suggest that Mr. Shet search for a hobby? It seems he has entirely too much time on his hands, given how often he tries to create an intimidating, hostile, or demeaning environment. Something recently occurred to me that might occur to Mr. Shet, as well, if he would just turn down the volume of his voice for a moment: If we don't keep our courage up, our children will curse us in our graves. Speaking of our children, we need to teach them diligently that Mr. Shet's manuscripts promote a redistribution of wealth. This is always an appealing proposition for Mr. Shet's factotums because much of the redistributed wealth will undoubtedly end up in the hands of the redistributors as a condign reward for their loyalty to Mr. Shet.

Mr. Shet plans to clear-cut ancient forest lands. What can you do about that? Start by reading about how Mr. Shet's gang is an incubator for an upcoming new epidemic of solecism. Become informed about the deceit, lies, and propanganda surrounding his promotion of prætorianism. Tell everyone you know that I should note that if one believes statements like, "Mr. Shet is a man of peace," one is, in effect, supporting disaffected oligarchs. Believe you me, Mr. Shet is addicted to the feeling of power, to the idea of controlling people. Sadly, he has no real concern for the welfare or the destiny of the people he desires to lead.

Did you know that some longiloquent louts want to help Mr. Shet blame our societal problems on handy scapegoats? Others just want to ride the racialism bandwagon. In either case, I, for one, have some advice for Mr. Shet. He should keep his mouth shut until he stops being such an obdurate politicaster and starts being at least one of informative, agreeable, creative, or entertaining.

Perhaps one day we will live in a world where good people are not troubled by fear of jealous, foul skinflints. Until that day arrives, however, we must spread the word that if I want to endure Mr. Shet's despotic tyranny in all its plenitude, that should be my prerogative. I truly don't need Mr. Shet forcing me to. Should someone think that I am saying too much, I am not saying too much but much too little. For his primary motivation is self-enrichment at our expense. That's something you won't find in your local newspaper because it's the news that just doesn't fit. My goal for this letter was to condemn Mr. Ryk O Shet's hypocrisy. Know that I have done my best while trying always to mention a bit about mingy nebbishes such as Mr. Shet. Let an honest history judge.

[Atreides]

tl;dr

also it's Rick O'Shea btw

[Ryko]

also it's Rick O'Shea btw

This

[Davricle]

Fine.


In a prior letter, I identified a set of ideological premises as superordinate constructions that maintain the rhetorical context in which Mr. Rick O'Shea is able to make things worse. I will now elaborate on three of his most wily premises:

1. Cultural tradition has never contributed a single thing to the advancement of knowledge or understanding.
2. We can stop Fabianism merely by permitting government officials entrée into private homes to search for quasi-blathering maggots.
3. Clever one-liners are a valid substitute for actual thinking.

Instead of focusing on why his few successes exhibit no tendency to be commensurate with innate capacity, I would like to remind people that he is currently limited to shrieking and spitting when he's confronted with inconvenient facts. In a matter of days, however, Mr. O'Shea is likely to switch to some sort of "gum up what were once great ideas" approach to draw our attention away from such facts. He is like a pigeon. Pigeons are too self-absorbed to care about anyone else. They poo on people they don't like; they poo on people they don't even know. The only real difference between Mr. O'Shea and a pigeon is that Mr. O'Shea intends to saddle the economy with crippling debt. That's why Mr. O'Shea's communications are built on lies and they depend on make-believe for their continuation.

If I want to cower before the emotions and accusations of others, that should be my prerogative. I undeniably don't need Mr. O'Shea forcing me to. Something recently occurred to me that might occur to Mr. O'Shea, as well, if he would just turn down the volume of his voice for a moment: Some people think I'm exaggerating when I say that Mr. O'Shea equates non-cooperation and solitariness with individuality. But I'm not exaggerating; if anything, I'm understating the situation. The only morally sound solution is to empower the oppressed to control their own lives. Sadly, lack of space prevents me from elaborating further. Believe it or not, I really want to believe that Mr. O'Shea is a decent, honest person. Unfortunately, as is often the case, what I want to believe proves to be fantasy. The truth is that by refusing to act, by refusing to shout back at Mr. O'Shea's propaganda, we are giving Mr. O'Shea the power to undermine the foundations of society until a single thrust suffices to make the entire edifice collapse.

I plan to work within the system to persuade my fellow citizens that it would be nugatory to discuss Mr. O'Shea's sophistries without first mentioning that Mr. O'Shea's values are so inverted, they would make Lewis Carroll blush, not because I lack the courage for more drastic steps but because when I'm through with Mr. O'Shea he'll think twice before attempting to provide perverted flag burners with an irresistible temptation to up the ante considerably. The first lies that he told us were relatively benign. Still, they have been progressing. And they will continue to progress until there is no more truth; Mr. O'Shea's lies will grow until they blot out the sun. The foregoing analysis is self-evident even if it is sometimes overlooked. Less evident are the specific ways in which we should maintain social tranquillity. Mr. O'Shea is locked into his present course of destruction. He does not have the interest or the will to change his fundamentally uppity adages.

The falsehood of the tongue leads to that of the heart. That much is crystal clear. But did you know that Mr. O'Shea serves as a conduit that carries the élan vital of classism? That's why I'm telling you that we need to look beyond the most immediate and visible problems with Mr. O'Shea. We need to look at what is behind these problems and understand that if Mr. O'Shea wants to be taken seriously, he should counter the arguments in this letter with facts, not illogical panaceas, personal anecdotes, or insults.

All kidding aside, Mr. O'Shea wants to produce an army of mindless insects who will obey his every command. To produce such an army, he plans to destroy people's minds using either drugs or an advanced form of lobotomy. Whichever approach he takes, Mr. O'Shea occasionally shows what appears to be warmth, joy, love, or compassion. You should realize, however, that these positive expressions are more feigned than experienced and invariably serve an ulterior motive, such as to agitate for indoctrination programs in local schools. Rest assured, I and Mr. O'Shea part company when it comes to the issue of nihilism. He feels that people prefer "cultural integrity" and "multicultural sensitivity" to health, food, safety, and the opportunity to choose their own course through life while I avouch that I can sincerely suggest how he ought to behave. Ultimately, however, the burden of acting with moral rectitude lies with Mr. O'Shea himself.

I will never give up. I will never stop trying. And I will use every avenue possible to oppose our human vices wherever they may be found—arrogance, hatred, jealousy, unfaithfulness, avarice, and so on. Mr. O'Shea is a faithful student of Sun Tzu, the ancient Chinese strategist who advocated demoralizing one's enemy as the highest art of warfare. That being the case, we can infer that when a mistake is made, the smart thing to do is to admit it and reverse course. That takes real courage. The way that Mr. O'Shea stubbornly refuses to own up to his mistakes serves only to convince me that I want my life to count. I want to be part of something significant and lasting. I want to free people from the fetters of cynicism's poisonous embrace.

As part of his efforts to gain a mainstream following, Mr. O'Shea publishes the Journal of Deplorable Exclusivism. Included alongside articles discussing history, culture, art, religion, and philosophy are endorsements of Mr. O'Shea's plans to let the most ultra-satanic big-labor bosses you'll ever see serve as our overlords. There are many roads leading to the defeat of his plans to create a system of militarism characterized by confidential files, closed courts, gag orders, and statutory immunity. I surely insist that all of these roads must eventually pass through the same set of gates: the ability to detail the specific steps and objectives needed to thwart Mr. O'Shea's licentious little schemes. To bring the matter closer to home, let me remind you that if you've read any of the nasty, biggety slop that he has concocted, you'll certainly recall his description of his plan to don the mantel of interdenominationalism and create a myopic, demented world of guilt and shame. If you haven't read any of it, well, all you really need to know is that some of Mr. O'Shea's former collaborators say they were willing to help Mr. O'Shea abrogate some of our most fundamental freedoms because Mr. O'Shea convinced them that they were part of a historic mission to save the world from a naive global conspiracy—a belief they now reject as ghastly. If you don't believe me, see for yourself.

Should we worry that Mr. O'Shea wants to vandalize our neighborhoods? In a word, yes. And that's not just because he uses scientific-sounding terminology—"phonons", "melanocyte", "extrapyramidal tract", and so on—to create the impression that there is a scientific base for his claim that profits come before people, but also because it is not news that so far, the response from Mr. O'Shea's camp has been tardy and equivocal. What speaks volumes, though, is that the last time I told his henchmen that I want to act against injustice, whether it concerns drunk driving, domestic violence, or even gangsterism, they declared in response, "But the world is crying out to labor beneath Mr. O'Shea's firm but benevolent heel." Of course, they didn't use exactly those words, but that's exactly what they meant. Clearly, if his plan to make bargains with the devil is to be discouraged then the wisest course of action is to tell you a little bit about Mr. O'Shea and his debauched monographs. Before we start down that road I ought to remind you that if we take his reports to their logical conclusion, we see that in the near future, he will contaminate or cut off our cities' water supply. This is not the first time I've wanted to clarify and correct some of the inaccuracies present in his op-ed pieces. But it is the first time I realized that he and I are as different as chalk and cheese. Mr. O'Shea, for instance, wants to sharpen intergroup tensions. I, on the other hand, want to attack Mr. O'Shea's malice and hypocrisy. That's why I need to tell you that he is totally versipellous. When Mr. O'Shea's among plebeians, he warms the cockles of their hearts by remonstrating against phallocentrism. But when he's safely surrounded by his brethren, Mr. O'Shea instructs them to divert our attention from serious issues. That type of cunning two-sidedness tells us that on several occasions I have heard Mr. O'Shea state that the media should "create" news rather than report it. I am not able to rightly apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a comment. What I consider far more important though is that you may make the comment, "What does this have to do with the most snarky sad sacks you'll ever see?" Well, once you begin to see the light you'll realize that Mr. O'Shea argues that diseases can be defeated not through standard medical research but through the creation of a new language, one that does not stigmatize certain groups and behaviors. To maintain this thesis, Mr. O'Shea naturally has had to shovel away a mountain of evidence, which he does by the desperate expedient of claiming that he would sooner give up money, fame, power, and happiness than perform a self-centered act.

When I was little, my father would sometimes pick me up, put me on his knee, and say "Things that you or I might regard as nettlesome or rummy might be considered by Mr. O'Shea's compeers as an article of faith, a philosophical conviction, a political opinion, or even an innocuous form of entertainment." If Mr. O'Shea doesn't realize that it's generally considered bad style to perpetrate acts of the most wrongheaded character, then he should read one of the many self-help books on the subject. I recommend he buy one with big print and lots of pictures. Maybe then Mr. O'Shea will grasp the concept that the worst sorts of wanton, rash backbiters I've ever seen often take earthworms or similar small animals and impale them on a pin to enjoy watching them twist and writhe as they slowly die. Similarly, Mr. O'Shea enjoys watching respectable people twist and writhe whenever he threatens to rally for a cause that is completely void of moral, ethical, or legal validity. I have to laugh when he says that his vices are the only true virtues. Where in the world did he get that idea? Not only does that idea contain absolutely no substance whatsoever but nativism is both a belief system and a material, institutional reality. Am I aware of how Mr. O'Shea will react when he reads that last sentence? Yes. Do I care? No, because if he is going to make an emotional appeal then he should also include a rational argument.

We don't have to stand for this! Although it's easy to sit in the press box and criticize, the term "idiot savant" comes to mind when thinking of Mr. O'Shea. Admittedly, that term applies only halfway to him, which is why I maintain that Mr. O'Shea claims that the Queen of England heads up the international drug cartel. That claim illustrates a serious reasoning fallacy, one that is pandemic in his obloquies. Then again, Mr. O'Shea's language consists largely of euphemism, question-begging, and sheer, cloudy vagueness. That's something you won't find in your local newspaper because it's the news that just doesn't fit. Okay, this letter has become much too long so I'll just jump right to the punchline: Mr. Rick O'Shea should stop lying about how he acts in the name of equality and social justice.

[Ryko]

Mr. Rick O'Shea should stop lying about how he acts in the name of equality and social justice.

I did that the second I got a ridill. Everyone deserves a shot at greatness, unless that greatness fucks with MY bottom line.

[Colenzo]

ITT: Essays(not the mexican kind)

[Colenzo]

actually I take that back they are mexican also

[Shiroikage]

itt: bad

[Lokky]

lol @ old-ass complaint generator
protip: it's spelt Rai-koh-shit

[Zalius]

do this

[aers]

This

and how many people actually say it like that huh.