In the spirit of Christmahanukwanzaa we offer a ray of hope, a modest drop from our bleeding liberal hearts. The Scott Pakin automatic complaint-letter generator does all the dirty work. The verbal equivalent of Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory it takes any ingredient and fashions it into a voluminous ready-made misanthropic comment, no two alike. Enjoy the link and the following example:

The nature and extent of our current national crisis, as well as its causes and cures, are the subject of intense political struggle. I offer this letter as a contribution to that struggle and debate in hopes of helping to examine the social and cultural conditions that lead Progressives to impose a one-size-fits-all model on how society should function. One of the first facts we should face is that if I seem a bit filthy, it’s only because I’m trying to communicate with it on its own level. Some of Progressives‘s arguments are so convoluted that they require a dictionary, a decoder ring, and a team of scholars to decipher. That’s pretty transparent. What’s not so transparent is the answer to the following question: Where do inhumane spielers like Progressives come from, and what are we going to do with them? A clue might be that anyone—you or I or a Martian just arrived in a flying saucer—who wants to provide you with vital information that Progressives has gone to great lengths to prevent you from discovering should realize that you don’t need to be a rocket scientist to detect the subtext of this letter. But just in case it’s too subliminal for some, let me thrust it into your face right here: I would never take a job working for Progressives. Given its nutty propositions, who would want to? Let me close by reminding you that Progressives frequently engages in violent fantasies involving vitriolic spouters.

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