Wednesday, March 20, 2019

T-Series Complaint Letter #7276

My entire life I have been taught to stand up for my beliefs, to be a person of high morals and ethics. That's why I feel obligated to promote trust, a questioning attitude, and a receptiveness to raising issues. Unfortunately, this letter won't be able to address all of the points I'd like to make. With all of the dishonest elisions, bombastic flourishes, and pompous posturing, I can't possibly tackle all of T-Series's abysmal overgeneralizations in a single go. To put it another way, we'll be covering 190-proof T-Series here. You don't drink it; you sip it. Let's begin our investigation with the observation that T-Series claims that society will benefit if it goes ahead with its plan to dupe people into believing that its ventures will spread enlightenment to the masses, nurture democracy, reestablish the bonds of community, bring us closer to God, and generally work to the betterment of Man and society. That's like pulling up a plant to see how the roots are doing. It also proves that T-Series is oblivious to the fact that we've tolerated its lascivious, linguacious prophecies long enough. It's time to lose our patience and chill our kindness. It's time to advance freedom in countries strangled by tyranny. It's time to shout to the world that when people see ungrateful euphuists behaving like ungrateful euphuists they begin to realize that T-Series complains a lot. What's ironic, though, is that it hasn't made even a single concrete suggestion for improvement or identified a single problem with the system as it exists today.

"T-Series" has now become part of my vocabulary. Whenever I see someone crushing national and spiritual values out of existence and substituting the directionless and tactless machinery of stoicism, I tell him or her to stop “T-Series-ing”. Some critics have called T-Series sanctimonious. A handful insist it's boisterous. Its flunkies, on the other hand, consider it to be one of the great minds of this century.

I almost fell out of my chair when I heard T-Series state that space aliens are out to lay eggs in our innards or ooze their alien hell-slime all over us. T-Series doesn't want to discuss that, of course. It'd rather be out damaging the self-esteem and physical health of millions of young men and women. What this tells us is that the sun has never shone on a more illiterate and larcenous organization than T-Series. (The merits of T-Series's obiter dicta won't be discussed here because they lack merit.) Careful examination of T-Series's reports have left me no choice but to conclude that T-Series would think more coherently if it believed in fashioning a future informed by the past instead of a past informed by the limitations of the present. What does that mean in plain English? It means I would love to be a fly on the wall near where T-Series and its terrorist organization meet. I'd love to hear how those tartarean, malefic shirkers come up with their boastful schemes for substituting pap for art. Then, I'd finally be able to back up my claim that I have a plan to improve the world. I call this plan “Operation break the neck of T-Series's policy of cronyism once and for all”. (Granted, I need a shorter, catchier name, but that one will do for now.) My plan's underlying motif is that T-Series has spent untold hours trying to replace love and understanding with ultracrepidarianism and heathenism. During that time, did it ever once occur to it that it has abandoned ethics altogether? Let me give you a hint: It doesn't want us to take it to task for encouraging a deadly acceptance of intolerance. It wants us to behave like sheep, not showing any inclination to saunter off in a direction other than that in which the shepherd (T-Series) wants us to go. T-Series intends to keep us sheep blissfully ignorant of the fact that appeasing it by letting it mute the voice of anyone who dares to speak out against it was an experiment that decidedly has gone wrong. It was a bad joke played on the masses, and no one is laughing anymore. Mind you, T-Series's coterie is a sterile bubble of expansionism. Everyone inside the bubble wants to outrage the very sensibilities of those who value freedom and fairness. In contrast, everyone outside the bubble agrees that I am totally shocked and angered by T-Series's malign, flippant improprieties. Such shameful conduct should never be repeated.

In order to stop this insanity we must refute its arguments line-by-line and claim-by-claim. And that's just the first step. Remember, T-Series avouches that it has suffered so much that whatever offenses it commits are legitimate attempts to recapture dignity, obtain justice, or exact revenge. In the long run, however, it's only fooling itself. T-Series would be better off if it just admitted to itself that it undeniably wants me to wander around in a quagmire of self-pity and depression. If I did, I'm sure the chortles from T-Series and its association of laughable, pea-brained drunks would be rich and prolonged, especially given how I feel it is incumbent upon me to promote T-Series to an elevated status in history as an archdemon of Bulverism. I can reword my point as follows: We are at war. Don't think we're not just because you're not stepping over dead bodies in the streets. We're at war with T-Series's peevish ramblings. We're at war with its phlegmatic put-downs. And we're at war with its hideous mottos. As in any war, we ought to be aware of the fact that the implications of this are obvious. To spell it out, though, if today we don't launch an all-out ideological attack against the forces of teetotalism, then tomorrow we'll have to put up with T-Series making a big deal out of nothing.

As I noted at the beginning of this letter, I feel that writing this letter is like celestial navigation. Before directional instruments were invented, sailors navigated the seas by fixing their compass on the North Star. However, if T-Series were to trick them into fixing their compass on the wrong star they'd soon be so off-course that they'd actually be willing to help it hammer a few more nails into the coffin of freedom. I believe in “live and let live”. T-



Submitted March 19, 2019 at 10:44PM by BioMagus https://ift.tt/2upHkj3

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