Here's a little letter I wrote to my people, the Anti-Fun Society:
Ye teeming masses,
In times of crisis such as these, it is time we remember the ideals upon
which we were founded. Those who are young and young at heart may not be aware
of the great history and core beliefs of the Anti-Fun Society. I have seen the
comings and goings of the times, and am in a position to bring enlightenment
through my observation over many a year.
Ah, I remember the day the Anti-Fun Society staunchly mis-used logic to flout
all reason. In our activity, fun was purely incidental, and generally, I am
proud to say, avoided altogether. All hopes were frustrated, pointless field
trips received scant planning and even lower attendance, and the waitress was
never tipped.
When I was dragged kicking and screaming into presidency of a puppet
government (In the True and Noble Spirit of the Anti-Fun Society), I was given
a title I wished to forsake. A title accompanied by futility instead of
empowerment. I received press for a organization with which I wanted no
association, but all of the actions ascribed to me were none of my doing.
Joel, on the other hand longed for the limelight, but was imprisoned in my
shadow, with all of the responsibilities of a president but not the fame.
Anti-Fun prevailed. No one took joy in their position. No one was granted
three wishes, not even one. There was no freedom of rebellion, or even
security of boredom. Those who wanted "in" were firmly ousted "out," and those
who longed to escape were permanent members.
Let us then examine this present situation. Alex desires and takes pleasure
this power he pursues. What then? Is it in the credo of the Anti-Fun Society
to given unto him what he wants? May it never be!!
For someone to enjoy something, anything, goes against the very stuff we are
made of. This "Supreme Overload Dictator," or whatever title by which he calls
himself, obviously enjoys oppressing the masses. Is this to be tolerated by
those set against enjoyment?
Joel, on the other hand, holds his position out of habit, not even
acknowledging it half the time, and ineffectively bringing no benefit to us or
to himself. And now he defends himself, not out of passion and patriotism, but
out of perversity and contradition.
I beheld Alex not long ago. No German spoke he (remember too, that the
Keeper of the German is Lindsay Bjork). Only in the underworld of the internet
does Alex maintain his mien. He wants only the light-hearted threats, but none
of the unpleasantness of the academic support.
Reflect then: is it in the disinterest of the Anti-Fun Society to choose a
leader who represents an apathetic regime, or one who reckless promotes himself
where it is, dare I say, FUN? And is it our philosophy to show any sort of
support for leadership, or simply to do what most displeasures everyone? Alex
wants power and recognition; I say, given him neither. Joel simply wants to be
disagreeable.
So my children, instead of being blown and tosses with the times, let us
stand firm in our original purpose. We are loyal purely to the "Not Fun." And
I will go back to my restless and unresolved retirement, dodging dogged tabloid
writers, drawing snorkle-type stoves and meditating upon the critical void.
Also without regards,
Lisa
Your acknowledged political front of old.
