Formal Letter: My Suggestions

Half of me was reluctant to write this letter out of concern that Sythe may be one of those organizations who do shiftless things for the sole purpose of gaining attention. But given Sythe's track record, I have concluded that academicism is a source of livelihood for it, so I've decided to proceed. Read on, gentle reader, and hear what I have to say. Whenever it attempts to take credit for others' accomplishments, it looks around waiting for applause as if it's done something decent and moral rather than wishy-washy and harebrained. Let's be honest here: I demand an apology from Sythe for its insults. This is not what I think; this is what I know. I additionally know that Sythe and I are as different as chalk and cheese. It, for instance, wants to burn our fair cities to the ground. I, on the other hand, want to put to rest mawkish and evil smear tactics such as Sythe's. That's why I need to tell you that it used to be a major proponent of sexism. Nowadays, Sythe's putting all of its support behind sadism. As they say, plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.

It seems that no one else is telling you that Sythe's most recent recommendations are irreverent, in bad taste, and inappropriate. So, since the burden lies with me to tell you that, I suppose I should say a few words on the subject. To begin with, Sythe claims that it is the way, the truth, and the light. I respond that it is a very prurient little organization. While the question of who is right and who is wrong in this case is an interesting one, it is also something that I cannot and will not comment on, and not just because some people don't seem to mind that Sythe likes to deliver an additional blow to dignity and self-worth. What a reprehensible, stroppy world we live in! Sythe is thoroughly mistaken if it believes that the future of the entire world rests in its hands.

It is probably unwise to say this loudly, but Sythe refuses to come to terms with reality. It prefers instead to live in a fantasy world of rationalization and hallucination. Sythe's screeds are more than just thrasonical. They're a revolt against nature. Sythe seems to assume that it is a tireless protector of civil rights and civil liberties for all people. This is an assumption of the worst kind because in order to solve the big problems with it we must first understand these problems, and to understand them, we must challenge it to defend its perceptions or else to change them.

My argument gets a little complicated here. If Sythe thinks that it can make me self-censor my critique of it then it's barking up the wrong tree. I respect the English language and believe in the use of words as a means of communication. Yellow-bellied slanderers like Sythe, however, consider spoken communication as merely a set of noises uttered to excite emotions in the most batty administrators I've ever seen in order to convince them to engulf the world in a dense miasma of particularism. For future reference, I have to laugh when Sythe says that big emotions come from big words. Where in the world did it get that idea? Not only does that idea contain absolutely no substance whatsoever but if we don't inculcate in the reader an inquisitive spirit and a skepticism about beliefs that Sythe's toadies take for granted then Sythe will defy the law of the land. This message has been brought to you by the Department of Blinding Obviousness. What might not be so obvious, however, is that if you think that we can change the truth if we don't like it the way it is then you're suffering from very serious nearsightedness. You're focusing too much on what Sythe wants you to see and failing to observe many other things of much greater importance such as that we mustn't be content to patch and darn, to piece and cobble at the worn and rotten fabric of its spineless, brusque hypnopompic insights. Instead we must convince the government to clamp down hard on Sythe's cock-and-bull stories.

I hardly need to tell you that some day, Sythe's hostile apostles may ask you why you think it's a good idea to dole out acerbic criticism of Sythe and its phalanx of revolting collaborators. If you're too stunned to answer immediately they'll answer for you, probably stating that Man's eternal search for Truth is a challenge to be avoided at all costs. You should therefore be prepared to tell these odious survivalists that Sythe's disquisitions are written in a peculiar doublespeak that is hard for the uninitiated to understand. Sad, but true. And it'll only get worse if Sythe finds a way to break down the industrial-technological system.

While imperious mental defectives have previously relied on violence to get their way, their new manipulation of shameless publications has combined with violence to convert lush forests into arid deserts. Sythe's older fulminations were annoying enough. Its latest ones are truly beyond the pale. Sythe's bons mots reek like rotten eggs. That should serve as the final, ultimate, irrefutable proof that I know some loquacious hippies who actually believe that it is forward-looking, open-minded, and creative. Incredible? Those same people have told me that trees cause more pollution than automobiles do. With such people roaming about, it should come as no surprise to you that it should clarify its point so people like you and me can tell what the heck it's talking about. Without clarification, its Ponzi schemes sound lofty and include some emotionally charged words but don't really seem to make any sense.

I predict that in the blink of an eye, people will generally agree that Sythe works like gravity by night and by day, gaining a little today and a little tomorrow and advancing its noiseless step like a thief until it manages to mete out harsh and arbitrary punishment against its adversaries until they're intimidated into a benumbed, neutralized, impotent, and non-functioning mass. This is a prediction that will not be true in all cases but it is expected to become more common as time passes. Sythe is absolutely determined to believe that it can override nature, and it's not about to let facts or reason get in its way. Unprofessional, coldhearted reprobates all over the country are now having an absolute field day with their new-found freedoms supposedly granted by Sythe's half-measures. The best example of this, culled from many, would have to be the time Sythe tried to cultivate an unhealthy sense of victimhood.

Just the other day, some of Sythe's obscene secret police forced a prospectus into my hands as I walked past. The prospectus described Sythe's blueprint for a world in which what I call jackbooted ivory-tower academics are free to thrust all of us into scenarios rife with personal animosities and petty resentments. As I dropped the prospectus onto an overflowing wastebasket I reflected upon the way that sometime in the future Sythe will empty garbage pails full of the vilest slanders and defamations on the clean garments of honorable people. Fortunately, that hasn't happened...yet. But it will doubtlessly happen if we don't lend support to the thesis that Sythe has let its pretentious feelings obscure reality.

If you were to ask Sythe, it'd say that it doesn't remember increasing society's cycle of hostility and violence. Not only does Sythe indeed have a very selective memory, but it hates people who have huge supplies of the things it lacks. What Sythe lacks the most is common sense, which underlies my point that we must direct your attention in some detail to the vast and irreparable calamity brought upon us by Sythe. This is a terrible and awesome responsibility -- a crushing responsibility. However, if we stick together we can can show the world that only through education can individuals gain the independent tools they need to preach a message of community and brotherly love. But the first step is to acknowledge that if it can one day violate values so important to our sense of community then the long descent into night is sure to follow.

Sure, some of Sythe's inveracities are valid but that's not the point. I have long been under the impression that the moral devastations that accompany Sythe's amateurish memoranda suffice to slowly but surely exert more and more control over other individuals. Let me express that same thought in slightly different terms: The basal lie that underlies all of Sythe's judgmental calumnies is that it can ignore rules, laws, and protocol without repercussion. Translation: Sythe's merely trying to make this world a better place in which to live. I doubt you need any help from me to identify the supreme idiocy of those views but you should nevertheless be aware that my goal is to get Sythe to realize that I speak from experience. Of course, if it insists on remaining an ignorant, uninformed, and ill-informed snollygoster, that's its prerogative. Contrary to the Rousseauian ideal of the transparency of the general will to itself, Sythe's co-conspirators often reverse the normal process of interpretation. That is, they value the unsaid over the said, the obscure over the clear. To sum it all up, Sythe's arguments are so full of holes that one cannot help but think that whenever Sythe wants to appear impressive and moral, it makes aggrandized declarations about how loyal it is.

 

I am not writing to agree or disagree with Lord Shredderbeam. What I have to say, however, regards Shredderbeam's conscious decision to create some oppressive, pseudo-psychological profile of me to discredit my opinions. What follows is a set of observations I have made about homophobic scapegraces. Although he was likely following the dictates of his conscience when he decided to skewer me over a pit barbecue, the fact remains that by forcing me to lose heart, Shredderbeam has erected a monument to exclusionism. Only it does not seem proper to say that such a thing has been "created". "Excreted", "belched", "spewed", and "spat out" are expressions more appropriate to the object here described. You see, Shredderbeam is planning to rescue credentialism from the rubbish heap of history, dust it off, slap on a coat of cheap sophistry, and market it as new and improved. This does not bode well for the future because now that I've been exposed to his anecdotes I must admit that I don't completely understand them. Perhaps I need to get out more. Or perhaps he considers it his calling to preach the gospel of moral relativism to every living creature. I challenge him to move from his broad derogatory generalizations to specific instances to prove otherwise.

Throughout history, there has been a clash between those who wish to present a clear picture of what is happening, what has happened, and what is likely to happen in the future and those who wish to sentence more and more people to poverty, prison, and early death. Naturally, Shredderbeam belongs to the latter category. Okay, that was a facetious statement. This one is not: If the word "physicophilosophical" occurs to the reader, he or she may recall that Shredderbeam once tried to call for ritualistic invocations of needlessly formal rules. That much is crystal clear. But did you know that it would please Shredderbeam greatly to take credit for others' accomplishments? That's why I'm telling you that he maintains that the rigors that his victims have been called upon to undergo have been amply justified in the sphere of concrete achievement. That's not just a lie but is actually the exact opposite of the truth -- and Shredderbeam knows it. Why is Shredderbeam deliberately turning the truth on its head like that? Well, we all know the answer to that question, don't we? But in case you don't, then you should note that I correctly predicted that Shredderbeam would preach fear and ignorance. Alas, I didn't think he'd do that so effectively -- or so soon.

If you're interested in the finagling, double-dealing, chicanery, cheating, cajolery, cunning, rascality, and abject villainy by which Shredderbeam may make a big deal out of nothing before the year is over, then you'll want to consider the following very carefully. You'll especially want to consider that I have never been in favor of being gratuitously inimical. I have also never been in favor of sticking my head in the sand or of refusing to take a strong position on Shredderbeam's deeds, which, after all, fan the flames of Bulverism into a planet-spanning inferno. Yes, he may be nothing more than a disposable tool of power-wielding, pertinacious authoritarians but Shredderbeam would have us believe that the world is crying out to labor beneath his firm but benevolent heel. Yeah, right. And I also suppose that granting Shredderbeam complete control over our lives is as important as breathing air? The fact of the matter is that even if one is opposed to hypersensitive radicalism (and I am), then surely, someone just showed me a memo supposedly written by Shredderbeam. The memo spells out his plans to redefine unbridled self-indulgence as a virtue, as the ultimate test of personal freedom. If this memo is authentic, it tells us that the term "idiot savant" comes to mind when thinking of Shredderbeam. Admittedly, that term applies only halfway to him, which is why I contend that Shredderbeam's views were never about tolerance and equality. That was just window dressing for the "innocents". Rather, in a tacit concession of defeat, Shredderbeam is now openly calling for the abridgment of various freedoms to accomplish coercively what his purblind, Dadaism-prone histrionics have failed at.

Did you hear what Shredderbeam recently said about metagrobolism? Never before has a treasonous quiddler so cleverly hidden in plain sight his intention to sully my reputation. Although there are no formal, external validating criteria for his obstreperous, crazy claims, I think we can safely say that the reason Shredderbeam wants to deny citizens the ability to draw their own conclusions about the potential for violence that he may be generating is that he's entirely beastly. If you believe you have another explanation for his maledicent behavior, then please write and tell me about it.

When all is said and done, in Shredderbeam's quest to use terms of opprobrium such as "drossy, irrational wiseacres" and "cheeky extortionists" to castigate whomever he opposes he has left no destructive scheme unutilized. Never before have I encountered more bloatedly self-important prose than that which Shredderbeam produces. If you ever ask him to do something, you can bet that your request will get lost in the shuffle, unaddressed, ignored, and rebuffed. As amazing as it seems, he just reported that a plausible excuse is a satisfactory substitute for performance. Do you think that that's merely sloppy reporting on Shredderbeam's part? I don't. I think that it's a deliberate attempt to reward mediocrity. On balance, not everyone agrees with Shredderbeam. Still, the tone of Shredderbeam's communiqués is eerily reminiscent of that of scurrilous blowhards of the late 1940s in the sense that ancient Greek dramatists discerned a peculiar virtue in being tragic. Shredderbeam would do well to realize that they never discerned any virtue in being unholy.

From the perspective of those inside Shredderbeam's academicism movement, our unalienable rights are merely privileges that Shredderbeam can dole out or retract. The reality, however, is that he says that laws are meant to be broken. This is noxious falsehood. The truth is that he wants to control every aspect of our lives. Shredderbeam wants us to rise, fall asleep, work, and live at the beat of a drum. Then, once we're molded into a uniform mass, we'll be incapable of seeing that Shredderbeam's jeremiads should be labeled like a pack of cigarettes. I'm thinking of something along the lines of, "Warning: It has been determined that Shredderbeam's traducements are intended to spawn delusions of Fabianism's resplendence."

Shredderbeam claims that the rules don't apply to him. I, however, warrant that that's a load of crud. Yes, his band is an incubator for an upcoming new epidemic of despotism, but he always demands instant gratification. That's all that is of concern to him; nothing else matters -- except maybe to insult the intelligence, interests, and life plans of whole groups of people. I tell you this because Shredderbeam's protests do not represent progress. They represent insanity masquerading as progress.

Responsibility is an alien concept to Shredderbeam. So let Shredderbeam call me incomprehensible. I call him amoral. These issues are actually political issues. Not that I've come to expect any better from him. He needs to stop living in denial. He needs to wake up and realize that he makes a lot of exaggerated claims. All of these claims need to be scrutinized as carefully as a letter of recommendation from a job applicant's mother. Consider, for example, Shredderbeam's claim that it's okay to make a cause célèbre out of his campaign to suppress controversy and debate. The fact of the matter is that he recently stated that he has the linguistic prowess to produce a masterwork of meritorious literature. 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 his screeds are clear testimony to the fact that we must be fearless in confronting his otiose, officious army of snotty politicasters. In reaching that conclusion I have made the usual assumption that it's Shredderbeam's deep-seated belief that he is omnipotent. Sure, he might be able to justify conclusions like that -- using biased or one-sided information, of course -- but I prefer to know the whole story. In this case, the whole story is that I have a dream, a mission, a set path that I would like to travel down. Specifically, my goal is to stop Shredderbeam's encroachments on our heritage. Of course, he is typical of dodgy menaces in his wild invocations to the irrational, the magic, and the fantastic to dramatize his maneuvers.

Trumpeted so many times, Shredderbeam's pronouncements have begun to feed on themselves, to generate their own publicity, to cow their opponents not by argument but by sheer repetition, and to squeeze every last drop of blood from our overworked, overtaxed bodies. You can sum up Shredderbeam's memoranda in one word: salacious. Shredderbeam demands obeisance from his attendants. Then, once they prove their loyalty, Shredderbeam forces them to gain a respectable foothold for his complacent, crude undertakings.

Fetishism is dangerous. Shredderbeam's subhuman version of it is doubly so. Looking at it another way, it would be wrong to imply that Shredderbeam is involved in some kind of conspiracy to redefine humanity as alienated machines/beasts and then convince everyone that they were never human to begin with. It would be wrong because his utterances are far beyond the conspiracy stage. Not only that, but he demands absolute and blind obedience from his apologists. If he didn't, they might question his orders to feed on the politics of resentment, alienation, frustration, anger, and fear. This unrelenting demand of obedience also implies that I'm willing to accept that even maverick Internet news and opinion sites are beginning to proclaim that Shredderbeam needs to step out of the dark ages. I'm even willing to accept that the primary weapons of his lousy legates are lies and deception. But he may unwittingly borrow money and spend it on programs that terrorize our youngsters. I say "unwittingly" because he is apparently unaware that he operates under the influence of a particular ideology -- a set of beliefs based on the root metaphor of the transmission of forces. Until you understand this root metaphor you won't be able to grasp why I believe in "live and let live". Shredderbeam, in contrast, demands not only tolerance and acceptance of his treatises but endorsement of them. It's because of such frowzy demands that I believe that he claims that the majority of frightful deadheads are heroes, if not saints. That claim illustrates a serious reasoning fallacy, one that is pandemic in his criticisms. Then again, I strive to be consistent in my arguments. I can't say that I'm 100% true to this, but Shredderbeam's frequent vacillating leads me to believe that if he is going to cause an increase in disease, unilateralism, crime, and vice, then he should at least have the self-respect to remind himself of a few things: First, he confuses entertainment with learning. And second, the central paradox of his hastily mounted campaigns, the twist that makes his inveracities so irresistible to what I call malicious pip-squeaks, is that these people truly believe that he never engages in prudish, pathetic, or callow politics. Lord Shredderbeam evinces a bulldog-like instinct for going after the jugular of his intended victims. There, my ranting is finished.

 

The theme of this letter is not "Chairman Pen (aka Pen Island)'s self-ordination as a god has caused people like me to proclaim that we must be fearless in confronting his diabolic terrorist organization." By now, you've already heard countless arguments running in that vein and are probably pretty sick of them. The theme of this letter is "The things he wants to do are unfair, if not illegal." For starters, his hangers-on don't represent an ideology. They don't represent a legitimate political group of people. They're just flat impolitic.

Stoicism has its stronghold among the worst types of namby-pamby freaks of nature there are. If that fact hurts, get over it; it's called reality. And for another dose of reality, consider that I find it necessary, if I am to meet my reader on something like a common ground of understanding, to point out that Pen sees himself as a postmodern equivalent of Marx's proletariat, revolutionizing the world by wresting it from its oppressors (viz., those who make this world a kinder, gentler place). Pen loves getting up in front of people and telling them that arriving at a true state of comprehension is too difficult and/or time-consuming. He then boasts about how he'll force us to do things or take stands against our will in the near future. It's all part of the media spectacle that is Pen (aka Pen Island). Of course, he soaks it up and wallows in it like a pig in mud. Speaking of pigs and mud, under different circumstances, Pen's adherents might have ended up as crazy, haughty scroungers drifting the streets -- disreputable, unenlightened suborners of perjury pressing tracts crammed with conspiracies into the palms of startled passersby. No joke.

Think of Pen's wheelings and dealings as being the sum of two components: a worthless component that consists of Pen's desire to grant sneaky loan sharks the keys to the kingdom and a lethargic component that consists of everything else. We are concerned primarily with the former. On several occasions I have heard Pen state that society is supposed to be lenient towards the most condescending hypochondriacs I've ever seen. I am not able to rightly apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a comment. What I consider far more important though is that Pen always looks the other way when one of his forces gets it in his head to test another formula for silencing serious opposition. Apparently, the principle laid down by Jean-Marie Collot d'Herbois during the French Reign of Terror still holds true today: Tout est permis à quiconque agit dans le sens de la révolution. Because his editorials are devoid of any intellectual substance, it therefore stands to reason that his propaganda factories continuously spew forth messages like, "A knowledge of correct diction, even if unused, evinces a superiority that covers cowardice or stupidity" and, "We should abandon the institutionalized and revered concept of democracy". What they don't tell you, though, is that if Pen thinks that he is always being misrepresented and/or persecuted, then he's sadly mistaken.

While the most scary goof-offs you'll ever see have previously relied on violence to get their way, their new manipulation of putrid refrains has combined with violence to envelop us in a nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror. What I wrote just a moment ago is not the paranoid rambling of an uncompromising, gin-swilling wacko. It's a fact. There is no inconsistency here; there is little question that Pen has done inestimable damage to everything around him. But the problems with Pen's tirades don't end there.

May I assume that anyone who wants to dump effluent into creeks, lakes, streams, and rivers is either (a) corrupt or (b) a craven barbarian? If so, then I have news for Pen: There is no doubt that he will expose and neutralize his enemies rather than sit at the same table and negotiate in the immediate years ahead. Believe me, I would give everything I own to be wrong on that point, but the truth is that Pen doesn't want to acknowledge that lying and cheating is second nature to him. In fact, Pen would rather block all discussion on the subject. I suppose that's because I see how important his boisterous ramblings are to his legatees and I laugh. I laugh because his roorbacks are a house of mirrors. How are we to find the opening that leads to freedom? That's the big question. If you knew the answer to that then you'd also know why it's self-righteous punks like Pen that lock people up for reading the "wrong" classes of books or listening to the "wrong" sorts of music. For proof of this fact I must point out that he likes to compare his lamentations to those that shaped this nation. The comparison, however, doesn't hold up beyond some uselessly broad, superficial similarities that are so vague and pointless, it's not even worth summarizing them.

When a mistake is made, the smart thing to do is to admit it and reverse course. That takes real courage. The way that Pen stubbornly refuses to own up to his mistakes serves only to convince me that he insists that resentful braggarts aren't ever ribald. This is a rather strong notion from someone who knows so little about the subject. Let me back up a little: I would like to give you an example of how combative he can be. Pen has admitted that he intends to create a factitious demand for his truculent, vindictive quips. Okay, that may have been a particularly bald-faced and unsubtle example but there's an important difference between me and Pen. Namely, I am willing to die for my cause. Pen, in contrast, is willing to kill for his -- or, if not to kill, at least to gain a respectable foothold for his disorderly off-the-cuff comments.

I hope that Pen's snow jobs were intended as a joke, although they're not very funny if they were. Pen's apostles say that nothing would help society more than for them to bribe the parasitic with the earnings of the productive. Sorry, I don't buy that. I should add parenthetically that we must outline Pen's troubling pattern of lying, incompetence, and carelessness. To do anything else, and I do mean anything else, is a complete waste of time. Pen likes to imply that his den of thieves is looking out for our interests. This is what his prognoses amount to although, of course, they're daubed over with the viscid slobber of conniving drivel devised by his lackeys and mindlessly multiplied by pigheaded backstabbers.

In its annual report on macabre, misinformed incidents, the government concluded that Pen may have access to weapons of mass destruction. Then again, I consider him to be a weapon of mass destruction himself. His ideological colors may have changed over the years. Nevertheless, Pen's core principle has remained the same: to compose paeans to antipluralism. If you don't believe me then note that it's astounding that Pen has somehow found a way to work the words "homotransplantation" and "cinephotomicrography" into his smears. However, you may find it even more astounding that his worshippers claim to have no choice but to lower this country's moral tone and depreciate its commercial integrity. I wish there were some way to help these miserable, wanton, overbearing shirkers. They are outcasts, lost in a world they didn't make and don't understand.

Pen is absolutely determined to believe that we can stop exclusivism merely by permitting government officials entrée into private homes to search for lousy savages, and he's not about to let facts or reason get in his way. He has been known to say that everyone and everything discriminates against him -- including the writing on the bathroom stalls. Let me interpret that for you. Pen is really saying that he intends to deny minorities a cultural voice in a lustrum or two. He obviously can't come out and say it that way because too many people would realize that he believes that his decisions are based on reason. That's just wrong. He further believes that the best way to reduce cognitive dissonance and restore homeostasis to one's psyche is to disarm us morally, make us rootless and defenseless, and then destroy us. Wrong again!

Simply put, the public is like a giant that Pen has blindfolded, drugged, and gagged. This giant has plugs in his ears and Pen leads him around by the nose. Clearly, such a giant needs to provide you with vital information which Pen has gone to great lengths to prevent you from discovering. That's why I feel obligated to notify the giant (i.e., the public) that Pen is every bit as predaceous as bookish egotists. Think about it, and I'm sure you'll agree with me. Finally, whatever your thoughts or feelings about Chairman Pen are, I urge you to help me rally good-hearted people to the side of our cause.

Also, he plays Neopets. Don't even get me started on Neopets.

 

These are very strong words Jansen, but very true. I'm glad you posted this.

Why cant sythe mods be nicer? People look up to them more than you may think. If they start being nicer then the rest of sythe will follow.

New members on sythe are the first to be abused. There new we go to remember that if they post something against the rules give them a chance tell them you cant do that in a nice way and they'll be much better the next time compared to if you yell at them.

Sythe users need to stand up and disagree with mods when there wrong. Some mods post stuff even the biggest noobs wouldn't but still sythe users support them.

But what to suggest?
I think we need a welcome forum for new members.

Someone on the top has to start making a change for the better on sythe.

 

teehee.

 

Ahahaha....

 

I agree, but you have to remember that Sythe is populated and moderated by a group of teenagers. It's like high school, except there are no teachers. You have to take the bad with the good.

 

Damn it, I can't remember what that site is..

 

Example (A)

Example (B)

Jansen after this whole letter, I my whole idea of your maturity level had changed, Yet you brought yourself back to square one with that post.

 

what?

 

He's basically saying, he thought you were a mature guy after he finished reading the letter, but when he saw the teehee post, it changed his mind (probably thinks you are immature now, idk).

 

The mods are the teachers. And it is the teachers responsibility to control the class.

 

The funniest thing about this post is that if you were paying attention you would know it's all random gibberish. He's not trying to make a point, just using big words to look like he's saying something. He never intended to say anything.

 

He's calling you a hypocrite, 'sssckk em'.

 

It's actually an essay generator... hence the laughs from both of us...

 

You cheeky extortionist!

 

Lies, all of it, LIES!

 

It has recently come to my attention that not enough people understand how great Jansen has been to our lives. Each day we wake up and likely have one or more Jansen lying at the foot of our beds. It is wonderful to be able to wake up and smile each morning because of this.
Social & Cultural Factors
Jansen has a large role in American Culture. Many people can often be seen taking part in activities associated with Jansen. This is partly because people of most ages can be involved and families are brought together by this. Generally a person who displays their dislike for Jansen may be considered an outcast.
Economic Factors
It is not common practice to associate economics with Jansen. Generally, Jansen would be thought to have no effect on our economic situation, but there are in fact some effects. The sales industry associated with Jansen is actually a 2.3 billion dollar a year industry and growing each year. The industry employs nearly 150,000 people in the United States alone. It would be safe to say that Jansen play an important role in American economics and shouldn't be taken for granted.
Environmental Factors
After a three month long research project, I've been able to conclude that Jansen doesn't negatively effect the environment at all. A Jansen did not seem to result in waste products and couldn't be found in forests, jungles, rivers, lakes, oceans, etc... In fact, Jansen produced some positive effects on our sweet little nature.
Political Factors
Oh does Jansen ever influence politics. Last year 5 candidates running for some sort of position used Jansen as the primary topic of their campaign. A person might think Jansen would be a bad topic to lead a campaign with, but in fact with the social and environmental impact is has, this topic was able to gain a great number of followers. These 5 candidates went 4 for 5 on winning their positions.
Conclusion
Jansen seem to be a much more important idea that most give credit for. Next time you see or think of Jansen, think about what you just read and realize what is really going on. It is likely you under valued Jansen before, but will now start to give the credited needed and deserved.

 

Te Ha Ha

 

I want a link to that essay generator