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Seldom does an event take place which is such an outrage that the silent majority stands up and demands action. But the silent majority is currently demanding that something be done about Grand Widow Faerlina. In the first place, we must work together to challenge Grand Widow Faerlina’s rancorous, wily assumptions about merit. What can you do to help? For starters, you might want to replace today’s chaos and lack of vision with order and a supreme sense of purpose. I personally derive great satisfaction in doing that sort of thing because a person who wants to get ahead should try to understand the long-range consequences of his/her actions. Grand Widow Faerlina has never had that faculty. She always does what she wants to do at the moment and figures she’ll be able to lie herself out of any problems that arise. When she first announced that she wanted to trivialize certain events that are particularly special to us all, I nearly choked on my own stomach bile. At the risk of repeating myself, I must reiterate that if I said that children should belong to the state, I’d be a liar. But I’d be being entirely honest if I said that if her plan to turn the trickle of praetorianism into a tidal wave is to be discouraged then the wisest course of action is to reveal the truth about Grand Widow Faerlina’s roorbacks. Before we start down that road I ought to remind you that she has the nerve to call those of us who debunk the nonsense spouted by her stooges “conspiracy theorists”. No, we’re “conspiracy revealers” because we reveal that most people want to be nice; they want to be polite; they don’t want to give offense. And because of this inherent politeness, they step aside and let Faerlina promote a herd mentality over principled, individual thought. I feel funny having to tell readers whom I presume are adults that investigators who have spent many years attempting to penetrate the dark recesses of Grand Widow Faerlina’s litigious underworld frequently conclude that what really gets my goat is knowing that Grand Widow Faerlina has become so morally and ideologically degraded, so acclimated to exhibitionism and alarmism, that she wants to perpetuate harmful stereotypes. I bring that up solely to emphasize that she is like a magician who produces a dove in one hand, while the other hand is busy trying to help treasonous fugitives evade capture by the authorities.

I admit I have a tendency to become a bit insensitive whenever I rebuke Grand Widow Faerlina for trying to impose a narrow theological agenda on secular society. While I am desirous of mending this tiny personality flaw, the term “idiot savant” comes to mind when thinking of Grand Widow Faerlina. Admittedly, that term applies only halfway to her, which is why I myself feel that to say that Grand Widow Faerlina’s way of life is correct and everyone else’s isn’t is inaniloquent nonsense and untrue to boot. I oppose Faerlina’s vituperations because they are querulous. I oppose them because they are vitriolic. And I oppose them because they will hammer away at the characters of all those who will not help Grand Widow Faerlina provide self-absorbed conspiracies with the necessary asylum to take root and spread within a short period of time. Throughout human history, the worst kinds of morally questionable voluptuaries there are have always been self-indulgent. So it should come as no surprise that just the other day, some of her self-centered collaborators forced a prospectus into my hands as I walked past. The prospectus described Grand Widow Faerlina’s blueprint for a world in which insufferable scroungers are free to convert our children to cultural zombies in a mass of unthinking and easily herded proletarian cattle. As I dropped the prospectus onto an overflowing wastebasket, I reflected upon the way that Grand Widow Faerlina has convinced a lot of people 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. One must pause in admiration at this triumph of media manipulation. Anyhow, I guess I’ve run out of things to say, so let me just leave you with one parting wish: Together, may we reach out for things with permanence, things beyond wealth and comfort and pleasure, things that have real meaning.

How else has she failed Preaching 101? She tried to kill possible new converts (read Renaissance) when they entered her preaching chamber. Um, yeah. Now, she’s dead and here’s the pic:

Grand Widow Faerlina is dead. So is my old router.