Ha, ha, ha! Behold, Carter! Your the dumbest plagiarist of the universe.

Indeed. Scribbling ignorant bullshit on internet message boards is a
potent way to preserve lives.

Fool.

M-J

Noble !!! Great to know you're still fooling around on the boards. I saw you're one of
Silly Tara's buddies. I have the impression she doesn't really read my little notes, so
let her know I send the princess my respectful greetings next time you see her.

Anyway. The day the fight over HIV=Aids will be over, the bone you have in it will gone
with the wind. That day I'll teach you how to read between the lines, read a text entirely
without prejudice and grab the deeper meaning of all things.

Hey, Noble. I figure professor John P. Moore (greetings to him too while you're at it) is
one of your buddies too. I wrote him a letter some days ago. It's included below. Enjoy !

JS

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Cornillon-Confoux

The 7th of July 2006

To: Professor John P. Moore, Major General in the War on AIDS and spokesperson for The
Scientific Community

CC: Everybody who can read.

Dear Sir,

Recently I stumbled over a surrealistic phrase displayed on my computer screen and while
reading it, I had the kind of feeling a man experiences when he receives a violent blow
beneath the belt.

What phrase did I read? Let me show you:

"The science community does not 'debate' with the AIDS denialists, it treats them with the
utter contempt that they deserve and exposes them for the charlatans that they are."

The phrase struck my eye on the 21st of June 2006 and it was kicked around between my eye
and brain cells for about one quarter of an hour before it was finally authorised full
access to ultimate decoding facilities. And it was not until then that I realized its full
implications. That it was not only a phrase from hell, but also a phrase sent to me by the
Spirits of Divine Right.

Professor John P. Moore, Major General in the War on AIDS and spokesperson for The
Scientific Community, may I call you a genius and a friend? Yes, may I? Thank you, Sir.
Let us come together and shake hands.

You must know that recently my life has become an impossible struggle. Which I was at the
point of losing were it not for the application of a slightly modified version of the
phrase above. Indeed, your phrase from hell has enabled me to restore my princely
lifestyle for many more years to come.

Professor John P. Moore, Sir, please allow me to explain.

Like you and The Scientific Society are sitting on the lucrative HIV=Aids business, I am
the owner of an African gold mine. A very profitable African gold mine. My father owned
the gold mine before I did, and my grandfather was in charge before that. The very
profitable African gold mine has made my family rich. Very, very rich. Not only because it
really is a very profitable African gold mine, but also because all the people working
there are very, very poor. And the poorer they stay, the wealthier my family becomes.

I do not precisely know what has happened over the last two decades, but the poor have
become increasingly dissatisfied. Like the Aids-dissenters are nagging you, the people of
my village say they want a reappraisal of the All Including Divine Share given by Divine
Right to my grand grandfather and medicine man, former middleman between the village's
people and The Spirits. But the people's overall confidence is faltering and as The
Spirits are losing their grip over the village, I lose my grip over the very profitable
African gold mine, also called the High Interest Vault.

The worst are the Ceremonies of Word, Song and Prayer. And even, Song and Prayer do not
really bother me, it's the Words that are getting me. People question and contest. And I
never know what to respond.

I've been thinking for years: "If only I could find a path to get away from those painful
and depressing debates, to never have to listen to the poor again, to never have to speak
to them anymore."

I've been searching for many years. I have not found one single path. Until the 21st of
June 2006 when I read the phrase from hell sent to me by The Spirits through your
keyboard.

Since the eve of the 21st of June there has been only one more Ceremony of Word, Song and
Prayer. At noon the next day, I have pronounced the definite answer:

"The community of the Chosen does not 'debate' with the denialists of the All Including
Divine Share given by The Spirits according the Laws of Divine Right, it treats them with
the utter contempt that they deserve and exposes them for the lower forms of life that
they are."

I know that they have recognized their master. They will go to work in the morning and
never bother me again.

~/~

Professor John P. Moore, Major General in the War on AIDS and spokes person for The
Scientific Community, Sir, are you still reading?

I'd be surprised. All those posts you have received since the publishing of the phrase
from hell must have made you sick. But in case you were still reading, may I ask you to
come over so I can punch you on the nose?

Professor John P. Moore, Sir, please allow me to explain.

You may be sitting on the Aids business, I am not the owner of a very profitable African
gold mine. I have made up that cute little story because it is the only context in which I
can stage someone saying the things you say. I also think that an owner of a very
profitable African gold mine who would speak like that would have his throat slid before
sunrise.

Luckily for you, the Aids-dissenters who send you letters to explain that you are a silly
man and why you are a silly man, are civilized persons who do not slid throats. As I
already wrote in another post you may have read, they are non-violent pipe smoking
scientists, bespectacled intellectuals and idealistic lovers of peace. They are well
educated people and kindly try to explain things, which is why they do not practice the
language of the dirty mouthed warriors engaged in the War on AIDS on your side of The
Scientific Community. For instance, the HIV=Aids opponents who criticize your way of
thinking will never call you a farcical a.shole and a sucker of Satan's cock. It's true,
you may protest and say that I punched you on the nose, but that's only because you keep
asking for it all the time.

Well, let's call this post a post. I don't think you will read it but I do hope others
will and have a good laugh. Anyway, if you do read this letter to the end, don't bother to
let me know I should not attempt to correspond with you any further. I know that already
since you wrote it to everybody else.

I understand you feel safe behind the barriers of utter contempt and I can respect the
privacy of a person who desperately needs to be left alone. Which is why I would end this
message with a kind advise and say:

John P. Moore, take a knife to cut that bloody Internet connexion and have a beer to pee
more in the john.

Regards,

Jan Spreen

www.nightsofarmour.com