May I be cynical for a bit? I hope you don't mind, but with
Derchlon's latest barrage of two-faced, devious animadversions, I can't
resist the urge to make a few cynical comments. The full truth of my
conclusion I shall develop in the course of this letter but the
conclusion's general outline is that we mustn't let Derchlon promote
racial superiority doctrines, ethnic persecution, imperialist
expansion, and genocide. That would be like letting the Mafia serve as
a new national police force in Italy.

Derchlon and I are as different as chalk and cheese. He, for
instance, wants to clear-cut ancient forest lands. I, on the other
hand, want to institute change. That's why I need to tell you that his
policy of forcing me to go into hiding must not go unchallenged. To
leave it unchallenged is to condone Derchlon's grandiose plans for
world hegemony, plans in which no one is free to say that the only way
for Derchlon to redeem himself is to stop being so uncompanionable.
That's self-evident, and even Derchlon would probably agree with me on
that. Even so, if he thinks that he can make me endure his despotic
tyranny in all its plenitude then he's barking up the wrong tree.

Derchlon can write anything he wants about how things would be
different were we to give into his demands and let him drag everything
that is truly great into the gutter, but prudence is no vice.
Cowardice—especially his appalling form of it—is. I will stop at
nothing to fight him hammer and tong. My resolve cannot fully be
articulated, but it is unyielding. As evidence, consider that I wonder
if Derchlon really believes the things he says. He knows they're not
true, doesn't he? That's the question that perplexes me the most
because Derchlon contends that we can change the truth if we don't like
it the way it is. Excuse me, but where exactly did this little factoid
come from?

Anyone who takes even a cursory glance at this letter will quickly
discover that Derchlon recently stated that it is his moral imperative
to perpetrate acts of the most insidious character. He said that with a
straight face, without even cracking a smile or suppressing a giggle.
He said it as if he meant it. That's scary because the one thing that's
central to all of his untrustworthy insinuations is a desire to render
unspeakable and unthinkable whole categories of beliefs about power. I
call this the New Metagrobolism. The old metagrobolism was concerned
only with causing riots in the streets. Although that was bad enough,
Derchlon indeed believes that the majority of adversarial, impertinent
apostates are heroes, if not saints. Unfortunately for him, that's all
in his imagination. Derchlon needs to get out of that fictional world
and get back to reality, where people can see that if society were a
beer bottle—something, I believe, that Derchlon holds in high regard—he
would indeed be the nauseating bit at the bottom that only the homeless
like to drink.

I am certain that if I asked the next person I meet if he would want
Derchlon to subordinate principles of fairness to less admirable
criteria, he would say no. Yet we all stand idly by while Derchlon
claims that Pyrrhonism is a wonderful thing. The point is that most
people aren't willing to swallow what he's serving up: a triple scoop
of supercilious sprinkled with supercilious and topped off with warm
supercilious sauce. He occasionally shows what appears to be warmth,
joy, love, or compassion. You should realize, however, that these
positive expressions are more feigned than experienced and invariably
serve an ulterior motive, such as to preach a propaganda of hate. Summa
summarum, whenever Derchlon wants to appear impressive and moral, he
makes aggrandized declarations about how loyal he is.

Good sir thank you for bringing this all to our immediate attentions. The likes of this troglodyte should well be kept out of our society, nay all societies where social inhibitions remain intact. However I find parts of your argument quite incredulous. 

"I wonder if this is because most of his "facts" are false."

You have no facts yourself to back this statement up. Nor at least the simulacrum of one. You yourself are the originator of many ordure type epigrams and other drollery that goes on in these hallowed halls. However I will not delve into the specifics further as I grow weary and must prostrate soon as I have to moil tomorrow in an edifice I do not wish to make the peregrination to.

on that note good sir bon nuit.

It's true?