This letter was revised 8/17/2015 & 8/18/2015

July 31, 2015

The White House

1600 Pennsylvania Avenue

Washington D.C. 20500

My dearest Barry,

       As you know, feminists, while reliable in voting for the party of flaccidly obese big government, (Republican moderates need not pat themselves on the back, experience has shown they are little better), are, like many political supplicants of its sickly wisdom, its arbitrary force that denies liberty, and its immiserating largesse, inveterate liars who have, in their own interests, socially constructed a world of subjective self-delusion in which they belligerently demand the rest of us reside. Experience has shown many happy to do this, many happy to build their share of it.

       But assent requires we reject objective values, and for those who do the end must come in surrendering to  sic volo sic jubeo, a simple I want, devoid of any claim to a motive for good 1; and this falsified reality cannot be exposed by argument, for it is not tolerated. Hence, “there is no essential difference between men and women, and the corollary that men and women are not real beings but arbitrary ‘social constructions’ containing nothing ‘natural’ or permanent” obtains. On this view man was made to be an artifact. (The emphasis is mine. Harvey Mansfield, Feminism and Its Discontents, 6/30/2014, Web)

       All this mischief has its acolytes scrambling for an illusory moral high ground while wailing their priggish fulminations and (can we believe?) remaining unaware of their own ignorance, while their targets suffer in a state of disgust and sometimes danger. So, to get to the point of this missive, I am weary of their viciousness and their masturbatory juvenile rants such as their distorted and sometimes arrant fictional claims of harm, and their groundless beliefs that can turn into vituperative accusations with harm to follow. In sum, they make me sick.

So he sent the word to slay

And slew the little childer.

—TRADITIONAL CAROL

       Bill and Hillary Clinton are two such masters of sanctimonious dissimulation. Always ready to pretend the part of the high-minded, they are in fact two slavering veterans of the gutter who take their natural pleasure in the hideous.

       For Hillary children are a tool to be used to further her ambition. If votes are to be had by aborting children Hillary is for it. If a majority can be found for the vivisection of these months old unborn human beings so that the ghouls may harvest their organs for profit she will support it. If a man wants to help gang rape a child Hillary will take her pleasure in securing his exoneration. Further, having been a laggard in supporting gay “marriage” (despite the fact she’s gay) to instead support her career, over the last few years she has, following the polls, gotten behind it. Charging forward as she has put it. It is all relative for Hillary.

       And smiling Bill, with his natal cleft fixation and aversion to his uxorial duties, as has been formerly written in the letter of 2/5/2013, wants to be free to do as he will, and he expects us to acquiesce when he does—he will be equal no matter what. In Bill’s world his propositions are always a right and normal. Bill can kill, Bill can grope, Bill can torture, Bill can take children, like Hillary, and make of them a succulent banquet for the appetites, blow jobs for all might be Bill’s next campaign slogan, and for the disfavored he will use all his power to make sure their children are available to take him and his kind inside them. (Boys and girls line up, the gay masters have something for you.) And if anyone objects all the machinery of big government will be employed to protect the pimps. Billory is supreme, wallowing their way through the misery of their victims, reigning as two blood drenched gay monarchs, thundering hate and ready to hurl gay legions at their enemies. And always watching, watching and taking their pleasure.

       Pleasure may be a just criterion for those who recognize no evil, but it fails the objectivist. Evil is real and Bill and Hillary are evil.

Here are two excerpted paragraphs from a not quite finished letter called NOTHI SEAUTON that fit the context.

       There are rumors, rumors of an American genocide, an ideological cleansing perhaps, but our upstanding government wouldn’t scamper meekly after a principle of criminal homicide, they wouldn’t allow the murder of innocent people, often just for the fun of it. Certainly the sale of humans, even transnational sales, wouldn’t be tolerated, would it? Nor would they allow the pimps that inhabit so many of our institutions to determine people’s attitudes and choices, or would they? But—well—wait a minute, maybe we should think again.  Human beings make good currency, they’re spendable, and for some people practicing the violent destruction of people is a good time, it can be positively exhilarating to take a person by the hand and progressively tear their mind apart, reel them in one progressive affirmation after another, turn them into a blubbering blob while their soul quietly screams for a redemption that never comes and ends in a hellish sanctification to obscenity that will require them to accept, with not the slightest whimper of conscience, their debauchment, because of course that moral sense no longer exists, the human has been extinguished as it must be for the training to be successful. Need someone to put on a sex show with your dog? Call now for great rates; Freedom anyone? In spite of all the posturing when it comes to courage our great leaders, like their avoirdaupois, are squishy (no bare chested promenading for the camera, please). Solipsistic snots plotting their dolce vita’s rather than the nations success is more like it; running around with their hands out telling people what they want to hear and occasionally trying to remember who they’ve sold themselves to and how many children that comes to is plausible. You start to believe all those people in government celebrating “pride” are just a bunch of sex crazed weirdo’s who covet our attention and pretend to be human. Judging by the debt raping the nation seems to be their style; rape as a leisure activity may not be that far off. There are rumors. One begins to think darkened caves suit them.

       It is now possible to go strolling through a library and see sex acts performed without a cover charge, not because you want to but because people who breath shallowly are glued to computer screens that are in public view, or you may run into graphic pornography at the printer, some febrile fellow having forgotten it in his haste to exercise his “right to privacy.” This is the world of radical individual liberty that insists on personal gratification without restraint irrespective of the consequences for others, and is supported by an equally radical egalitarianism that will not tolerate any notion of superiority in moral views—it’s all good or else. In spite of contradicting human edification and flourishing it has therefore been said on at least one major network by one prominent news reader (both shall remain anonymous) that prostitution and drugs should all be on the market. Very well then, but before that unsubstantiated proposition is further endorsed, contrary as it is to the humane, some research is in order. This would be best done by the advocate since people of sound mind would find the activity nauseating. First, you must exclude yourself from the marketplace of legitimate employment and satiate yourself with drugs; this will be necessary for the rest of the research. Then go out and practice what you preach, find yourself a nice street corner or go to some parties and get yourself passed around like a party favor; either way, line those men up and have a gay old time. Now, if you object that you are not gay that’s irrelevant, sometimes those spunky guys (and gals) find that quite arousing—the customer’s always right—and remember  a woman is not normally inclined to this activity either, it will, in fact, devastate her psychologically. But after all, a penis in the act is rather anonymous so close your eyes and follow the example you would have others set you fearless advocate; assume the teleological position of everybody else’s happiness; get used to it while you observe the self-medicated demise of your assumed humanity. (Not to fear, cash is the new dope and you’ll be loaded, just be sure to show up. Enjoy your addiction.) Then comes the evaluation, and perhaps your family if they haven’t already declined your affections could help you with this, you might tell them about your experiences, your children might even want to bring you to career day, you could show them the video’s on the internet demonstrate technique, ask for feedback. It could prove interesting, you might be inspired to move to Amsterdam, grab a window and set up shop, make it a family business. Then you could reevaluate. Finem respice

Having now sent these last two paragraphs I would like to hear no more of selfishly discontented feminists from our national police.

I HAVE THE HONOR TO BE

LYNN SWARTOS

Eau Claire, Wisconsin

1. C.S. Lewis, The Abolition of Man, third chapter.

As usual, someone please give Barry a copy of this.