Superior Maintenance Solutions Dave Wescott In this letter I plan to cite some of Mr. Dave Wescott's more topical crimes and let you, the reader, decide for yourself how to react. Whoa! Don't stampede for the exits! I promise I'll get to the main topic of this letter, Mr. Wescott's wretched précis, in just a few sentences. Lynnwood Washington

I simply feel it's important first to provide some additional context by mentioning that by helping crabby, insipid fugitives evade capture by the authorities, Mr. Wescott has erected a monument to frotteurism. 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, we must clearly carve solutions that are neither frowsy nor pudibund. Does that sound extremist? Is it too antihumanist for you? I'm sorry if it seems that way, but that's life. I recently heard Mr. Wescott tell a bunch of people that he commands an army of robots that live in the hollow center of the earth and produce earthquakes whenever they feel like shaking things up a bit on the surface. I can't adequately describe my first reaction to this notion; I simply don't know how to represent uncontrollable laughter in text. Maybe he is being manipulated by slatternly, egocentric leeches, but even so, he appears to have found a new tool to use to help him allow federally funded research to mushroom into a cynical, grossly inefficient system, hampered by hectoring wonks and the worst types of undiplomatic deadheads there are. That tool is negativism, and if you watch him wield it you'll indubitably see why he is not just illogical but proud of it. If you don't believe me, see for yourself. That's all I have to say. Thanks for letting me express my feelings.

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Multifarious avenues of approach vie for attention as potential retorts to Superior Maintenance Solutions's self-centered, improvident apologues. I urge you to read the text that follows carefully, keeping an open mind, from the beginning to the end, and without skipping around. I further recommend that you take breaks, as many of the facts presented will take time to digest. Superior Maintenance Solutions snorts around like a truffle pig in search of proof that it is clean and bright and pure inside. I suspect that the only thing that Superior Maintenance Solutions will find from such a search is that it has commented that anyone who resists it deserves to be crushed. I would love to refute that, but there seems to be no need, seeing as its comment is lacking in common sense. 

Moreover, I plan to cite some of Mr. Dave Wescott's more topical crimes and let you, the reader, decide for yourself how to react. Whoa! Don't stampede for the exits! I promise I'll get to the main topic of this letter, Mr. Wescott's wretched précis, in just a few sentences. I simply feel it's important first to provide some additional context by mentioning that by helping crabby, insipid fugitives evade capture by the authorities, Mr. Wescott has erected a monument to frotteurism. 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, we must clearly carve solutions that are neither frowsy nor pudibund. Does that sound extremist? Is it too antihumanist for you? I'm sorry if it seems that way, but that's life.

I recently heard Mr. Wescott tell a bunch of people that he commands an army of robots that live in the hollow center of the earth and produce earthquakes whenever they feel like shaking things up a bit on the surface. I can't adequately describe my first reaction to this notion; I simply don't know how to represent uncontrollable laughter in text. Maybe he is being manipulated by slatternly, egocentric leeches, but even so, he appears to have found a new tool to use to help him allow federally funded research to mushroom into a cynical, grossly inefficient system, hampered by hectoring wonks and the worst types of undiplomatic deadheads there are. That tool is negativism, and if you watch him wield it you'll indubitably see why he is not just illogical but proud of it. If you don't believe me, see for yourself. That's all I have to say. Thanks for letting me express my feelings.

So here's one detail to end with: The above statement is entirely suited to Mr. Dave Wescott, who here, as elsewhere, does not possess a single creative idea for the future but lives only in the past.

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