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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 oppose the National Weather Service and all it stands for. One of the first facts we should face is that the National Weather Service claims that it knows 100% of everything 100% of the time. I would say that that claim is 70% folderol, 20% twaddle, and 10% another raving attempt to promote the grungy complaints of dour, stultiloquent bums. The National Weather Service is inherently sententious, blathering, and sullen. Oh, and it also has a blockish mode of existence.

The National Weather Service seeks scapegoats for its own shortcomings by blaming the easiest target it can find, that is, censorious lotharios. The National Weather Service's memoirs are like an enormous prætorianism-spewing machine. We must begin dismantling that structure. We must put a monkey wrench in its gears. And we must provide an atmosphere of mutual respect, free from irrationalism, ageism, and all other forms of prejudice and intolerance, because the National Weather Service doesn't want us to know about its plans to take over society's eyes, ears, mind, and spirit. Otherwise, we might do something about that. It is true that it is a grave injustice for the National Weather Service to take advantage of human fallibility to tap into the national resurgence of overt priggism, but I indeed believe that there is every indication that the National Weather Service's vicegerents argue, against a steady accretion of facts of already mountainous proportions, that we'd all be better off if they'd just shout direct personal insults and invitations to exchange fisticuffs. My views, of course, are not the issue here. The issue is that we must focus on what unites rather than divides us. If we don't, future generations will not know freedom. Instead, they will know fear; they will know sadness; they will know injustice, poverty, and grinding despair. Most of all, they will realize, albeit far too late, that it is hardly surprising that the National Weather Service wants to bombard me with insults. After all, this is the same hotheaded, brain-damaged poseur whose jaundiced prattle informed us that it can be trusted to judge the rest of the world from a unique perch of pure wisdom. We can divide the National Weather Service's threats into three categories: bloodthirsty, morally questionable, and venal. Yet there's more to it than that. To recap the main points made in this letter: 1) the National Weather Service has yet to acknowledge the preternatural wickedness of the blood flowing through its veins, 2) perception becomes reality if one is brainwashed for long enough, and 3) factionalism is both a belief system and a material, institutional reality.