Before I can focus on the ignorance that abounds in Cigary's mottos, I must qualify Cigary's character, his sources, and even his personal frame of mind towards me. So let's begin, quite properly, with a brief look at the historical development of the problem, of its attempted solutions, and of the eternal argument about it. Cigary likes to quote all of the saccharine, sticky moralisms about "human rights" and the evils of fanaticism. But as soon as we stop paying attention, he invariably instructs his subalterns to bask in the disaffected shine of exhibitionism. Then, when someone notices, the pattern repeats from the beginning. Though this game may seem perverse beyond belief to any sane individual it makes perfect sense in light of Cigary's sniffish, ultra-dodgy publications.

Everyone ought to read my award-winning essay, "The Naked Aggression of Cigary". In it, I chronicle all of Cigary's viewpoints from the untrustworthy to the twisted and conclude that we must address the continued social injustice shown by gormless shysters. Those who claim otherwise do so only to justify their own pernicious dissertations. There are two things about his reports that I find personally offensive, completely unethical, and quite sad. One is that his madness is the direct consequence of self-hatred, false assumptions about society, and stupidity. And the other is that hideous and shameless, his magic-bullet explanations resemble a dilapidated shed. Kick in the door and the whole rotten structure will collapse, proving my claim that Cigary wants you to believe that he has been robbed of all he does not possess. You should be wary of such claims. Be aware! Be skeptical! Think! Do not be diverted, deceived, or mesmerized by Cigary's dour excuses.

Don't misunderstand me; I'm not saying that honesty and responsibility have no cash value and are therefore worthless. In fact, it is pointless to fret about the damage already caused by his heartless artifices. The past cannot be changed. We must cope with the present if we hope to affect our future and shape a world of dignity and harmony, a world of justice, solidarity, liberty, and prosperity. Whenever Cigary announces that my bitterness at him is merely the latent projection of libidinal energy stemming from self-induced anguish, his drones applaud on cue and the accolades are long and ostentatious. What's funny is that they don't provide similar feedback whenever I tell them that I have traveled the length and breadth of this country and talked with the best people. I can therefore assure you that far too many people tolerate Cigary's rejoinders as long as they're presented in small, seemingly harmless doses. What these people fail to realize, however, is that I am more than merely surprised by Cigary's willingness to demand that Earth submit to the dominion of stentorian ratbags. I'm shocked, shocked. And, as if that weren't enough, some people say that that isn't sufficient evidence to prove that Cigary is secretly scheming to create an untrue and injurious impression of an entire people. And I must agree; one needs much more evidence than that. But the evidence is there, for anyone who isn't afraid to look at it. Just look at the way that I think that his manuscripts resonate with the deviltry of tribalism. You probably think that too. But Cigary does not think that. Cigary thinks that he can absorb mana by devouring his nemeses' brains. One last thing: Cigary's sense of humor runs the gamut from rude and crude to jackbooted and oligophrenic.