Oh man did this jog some memories.

I know that shade of Rambler green. We used to build model cars, my brothers and me, back when kids did that sort of thing. The Testors paint rack was right at the end of the aisle lined on both sides with 1:20 scale 1950s-60s cars. We always thought that Ramblers were old people cars, so we never built one, but we did grab some of that green. Now, I wish I could buy a Rambler. It's kitschy Skitch.

Caramel apples, honor system. Jesus. Remember that?

Don't know about you Skytch, but we had very few trick or treaters this year. Maybe it's the flu thing.

Hey wait a second....Skitch?

Skitch?

THAT Skitch?

Well, well, well. I've been waiting for this opportunity for weeks.

I wanted to respond to Skitch earlier, but I was so busy, I simply did not have the time. Nevertheless, what I need to say is so important, I knew I simply had to allocate a few minutes to write a brief letter on the subject. Before I start, however, I should state that to understand what Skitch's particularly maladroit form of ageism has encompassed as a movement and as a system of rule, we have to look at its historical context and development as a form of incomprehensible politics that first arose in early twentieth-century Europe in response to rapid social upheaval, the devastation of World War I, and the Bolshevik Revolution. It is deeply unfortunate that I am burning to know what classes of morally crippled, twisted reasons exist in the heads of those who undermine everyone's capacity to see, or change, the world as a whole, because if we are to treat the blows of circumstance, then we must be guided by a healthy and progressive ideology, not by the scary and worthless ideologies that Skitch promotes. Not surprisingly, I have a problem with his use of the phrase, "We all know that...". With this phrase, Skitch doesn't need to prove his claim that honesty and responsibility have no cash value and are therefore worthless; he merely accepts it as fact. To put it another way, he claims that no one is smart enough to see through his transparent lies. That claim is preposterous and, to use Skitch's own language, overtly smarmy. No history can justify it.

Also let me say that Skitch's secret passion is to deny both our individual and collective responsibility to live in harmony with each other and the world. For shame! Sure, some of Skitch's pronouncements are valid but that's not the point. Relative to just a few years ago, prodigal, gormless deviants are nearly ten times as likely to believe that unfounded attacks on character, loads of hyperbole, and fallacious information are the best way to make a point. This is neither a coincidence nor simply a sign of the times. Rather, it reflects a sophisticated, psychological warfare program designed by Skitch to empty garbage pails full of the vilest slanders and defamations on the clean garments of honorable people.

Skitch's views remain opaque to many observers who dismiss Skitch on the basis of his audacious screeds and general lunacy. It is no more complicated than that. To oppose elitism, we must oppose recidivism. To oppose clericalism, we must oppose militarism. And to oppose Skitch, we must oppose misguided vermin. Whenever a will-o'-the-wisp of statism, however unreal, turns up anywhere, he is off at a trot. In fact, I have said that to Skitch on many occasions, and I will keep on saying it until he stops trying to provide the pretext for police-state measures. I do not appreciate being labeled. No one does. Nevertheless, his vassals were recently seen challenging all I stand for. That's not a one-time accident or oversight. That's Skitch's policy. Skitch and others of his ilk are symbols of sordid narcissism. So I give you this letter. I hope it helps.