Thread: complaint to the management

I have been meaning to write this letter for some time now and, in light of recent developments, I believe it is appropriate. Let me cut to the chase: I call upon AULRO to stop its oppression, lies, immorality, and debauchery. I call upon it to be an organization of manners, principles, honour, and purity. And finally, I call upon it to forgo its desire to hammer a few more nails into the coffin of freedom. AULRO's cheerleaders want so much to mollycoddle the worst kinds of snappish demoniacs there are that the concept of right vs. wrong never comes up. (Read as: indelicate thieves will always band together to offer stones instead of bread to the emotional and spiritual hungers of the world.) Once we have absorbed and understood AULRO's beer-guzzling pranks, it is our inescapable responsibility to do whatever is necessary to pave the way for people of every sex, race, and socioeconomic status to fulfill their own spiritual destiny. Will AULRO's cacodemonic habitués deflect attention from AULRO's unwillingness to support policies that benefit the average citizen? Only time will tell. Just because AULRO and its hangers-on don't like being labelled as "blinkered, garrulous schizophrenics" or "confused, passive-aggressive nudniks" doesn't mean the shoe doesn't fit.
AULRO claims that some people deserve to feel safe while others do not. I respond that its expositors explain everything through the lens of its unsavory and ideologically loaded magic-bullet explanations. It's a pity that two thousand years after Christ, the voices of subversive imbeciles like AULRO can still be heard, worse still that they're listened to, and worst of all that anyone believes them. I am sick to my stomach of AULRO's pettiness and simple ignorance. To prove this, I shall take only a few cases from the mass of existing examples.
In my view, by brainwashing its lickspittles with egotism, AULRO makes them easy to lead, easy to program, and easy to enslave. The point is that if everyone spent just five minutes a day thinking about ways to mention a bit about rummy exploitative-types such as AULRO, we'd all be a lot better off. Is five minutes a day too much to ask for the promise of a better tomorrow? I sure hope not, but then again, many people are incredulous when I tell them that AULRO intends to ascribe opinions to me that I don't even hold. "How could AULRO be so raving?", they ask me. "It doesn't seem possible." Well, it is honestly possible, and now I'll explain exactly how AULRO plans to do it. But first, you need to realize that it has a natural talent for complaining. It can find any aspect of life and whine about it for hours upon hours. I need your help if I'm ever to ensure that we survive and emerge triumphant out of the coming chaos and destruction. "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, AULRO's latest manifesto, like all the ones that preceded it, is a consummate anthology of disastrously bad writing teeming with misquotations and inaccuracies, an odyssey of anecdotes that are occasionally entertaining, but certainly not informative. That's all for this letter. For those that don't like my views, get over it. I contend that I have as much a right to my views, and to express them, as anyone else. So when I say that AULRO's "sincerity" is as transparent as the icy, uncaring look in its eyes, you can agree with me or not. That's all there is to it.

''Blinkered garrulous schizophrenics'' ''confused passive-aggressive nudniks'' Where Land rovers owners,not some fancy,big worded eddumacated types. Pat