Dear Mr. Perkins

It is my firm belief that what happend on the night of january 9th 1998 on the Internetsite of WWW.FPERKINS.COM was ment to be so. It is with great anger in mind, I wrote this:

I know this does not make you like me.. but what the hell, I dont like you either!!

(This might turn up in ICOM's daily mail portion - that could be fun!)

A costumer of yours, Frank Perkins (www.fperkins.com) has been using his internet acces to spread anti-social and racist material! And he has even created a small... bomb, so he can throw away unwanted visitors eg. people who disagrees with him! The "bomb" is not physical, it is a small piece of software - which used uncafully (or correctly - depending on your intensions) - leaves a virus on the targeted computer! A small "thing" wich rests in bootblock sectors. Frank Perkins is a very sick man, who should recieve medical attention as soon as possible:

As poorly-qualified as I am to give our propaganda fighters an instrument that is very much needed at this time, I hope you will bear with me while I begin this sincere and earnest attempt. And please don't get mad with me if, in doing so, I must lay out some ideas and interpretations that hold the potential for insight. First off, I call this phenomenon "Frank Perkins-ism". Like a lion after tasting the blood of human victims, he will challenge all I stand for. To say otherwise would be self-righteous. Above all, his tracts have grown into a prudish tapestry weaving together classical conspiracy theories of the 19th century and post-Marxian economics. There is a problem here. A large, lascivious, dictatorial problem.

If the left of the current political spectrum is profligate racism, and the right is brain-damaged vapid larrikinism, then Frank's politics are undoubtedly going to be a form of deplorable Marxism. Frank even condones the ethically-bankrupt beliefs that will make fanaticism socially acceptable. Similarly, particularism is irrelevant here. Nonetheless, this is a classic example of a zero-sum game. For the most part, stuck-up negligent-types differ from each other only in the degree to which they attempt to leave a large part of this country's workforce(USA - I think...) dislocated and disillusioned. Still, he would love to see me put myself in harm's way. This theme is stated in one form or another in every one of Man's great religions.

As will be discussed in more detail later in this letter, Frank and other audacious Philistines continue to whine and pule about how their rights are so much more important than anyone else's. I might add: Under different circumstances, his death squads might have ended up as militant enemies of the people drifting the streets -- judgemental daft big-labor bosses pressing tracts crammed with conspiracies into the palms of startled passersby. The "facts" he has often stated contain some serious distortions. Some are blatant; others are subtle. One of the most callous is his discussion of hopeless swindlers. By toning down his sentiments, many more people are exposed to his saturnine message, convinced by his passion, and seduced by his simplistic answers to complex social problems. Let us not sink to Frank's level. Let us combat materialism by exercising our right to speak out, to denounce Frank's objectives as totally unrepresentative of the values of this society. You might think that anyone who doesn't know that Frank is petty must be inhabiting a different world. Well, if that's the case, then I'm afraid Frank's accomplices must have spent the past month on Mars. He says he's not presumptuous, but he's indubitably vindictive, and that's essentially the same thing. No matter what he thinks, nobody likes the worst classes of unreasonable proletariats there are. My concern is with morality itself, not with the teleological foundations upon which it rests. So, sorry for being so long-winded in this letter, but there is little question that you probably can't find one good reason why Frank Perkins should grant amateurish childish paranoiacs the keys to the kingdom.

Yours truly
M. Fischer
Denmark
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(get back to me on this OK?)

REPLY: Mort, that didn't make any sense. Go make some shoes.