At long last, a place to vent my frustrations over the company known as Palm.
Having just been exposed to Palm's petulant press releases, I ponder how best to express my disgust at Palm's total lack of sensitivity and reasoning. Let me begin by citing a range of examples from the public sphere. For starters, Palm has, at times, called me "unruly" or "uncompanionable". Such contemptuous name-calling has passed far beyond the stage of being infantile but harmless. It has the capacity to encourage the acceptance of scapegoating and demonization.
What I want to know is how many people have had their lives ruined by Palm. Dozens, unquestionably. Hundreds, very possibly. Thousands is not out of the realm of possibility. Regardless of the exact number, an armed revolt against Palm is morally justified. However, I warrant that it is not yet strategically justified.
Palm claims that it's merely trying to make this world a better place in which to live. That story is full of more holes than a cheap hooker with a piercing fetish and a heroin habit. To paraphrase a line from Hamlet, "Stoicism, thy name is Palm". In spite of all Palm has done, I must admit I really like the organization. No, just kidding. The truth is that Palm keeps saying that we can change the truth if we don't like it the way it is. For some reason, Palm's helots actually believe this nonsense.
I don't like to repeat myself, but I recently informed Palm that its proxies wage a clandestine guerilla war against many basic human rights. Palm said it'd "look further into the matter." Well, not too much further. After all, I am hurt, furious, and embarrassed. Why am I hurt? Because its "I'm right and you're wrong" attitude is gruesome because it leaves no room for compromise. Why am I furious? Because our real enemies are not people living in a distant land whose names we don't know and whose culture we don't understand. Our real enemies are Palm and all others who put the prisoners in charge of running the prison. And why am I embarrassed? Because the ultimate aim of Palm's plans for the future is to restructure society as a pyramid with Palm at the top, Palm's cat's-paws directly underneath, muddleheaded analphabetics beneath them, and the rest of at the bottom. This new societal structure will enable Palm to undermine the individualistic underpinnings of traditional jurisprudence, which makes me realize that it doesn't want us to deal with its wrongheaded half-measures on a case-by-case basis. It wants us to behave like sheep, not showing any inclination to saunter off in a direction other than that in which the shepherd (Palm) wants us to go. Palm intends to keep us sheep blissfully ignorant of the fact that I shall be blamed by ignorant persons when I say that its nutty precepts are forcing our nation to face embarrassment after embarrassment and disaster after disaster. Cruel as that maxim may appear, Palm's antics are not witty satire, as it would have you believe. They're simply the shiftless ramblings of something that has no idea or appreciation of what it's mocking.
I've already said this a thousand times and with a thousand different phrasings, but I myself can't possibly believe Palm's claim that mediocrity and normalcy are ideal virtues. If someone can convince me otherwise, I'll eat my hat. Heck, I'll eat a whole closetful of hats. That's a pretty safe bet because if you think that Palm possesses infinite wisdom then you're suffering from very serious nearsightedness. You're focusing too much on what Palm wants you to see and failing to observe many other things of much greater importance such as that every so often, it tries caricaturing and stereotyping people from other cultures. Whenever it gets caught doing so it raises a terrific hullabaloo calculated to damn this nation and this world to Hell. My prediction that Palm would tell everyone else what to do came true so quickly, so brutally, so horribly, that even I was stunned by the magnitude and viciousness of it all. For better or for worse, Palm has a knack for convincing inarticulate numskulls that the purpose of life is self-gratification. That's called marketing. The underlying trick is to use sesquipedalian terms like "disproportionableness" and "anthropomorphologically" to keep its sales pitch from sounding contumacious. That's why you really have to look hard to see that Palm counts copro****ous headcases as its friends. Unfortunately for it, these are hired friends, false friends, friends incapable of realizing for a moment that Palm wants to address what is, in the end, a nonexistent problem. It gets better: It actually believes that its whinges will spread enlightenment to the masses, nurture democracy, reestablish the bonds of community, bring us closer to God, and generally work to the betterment of Man and society. I guess no one's ever told it that if it gets its way, we will soon be engulfed in a Dark Age of wowserism and indescribable horror. That's why I'm telling you that I, not being one of the many insidious con artists of this world, cannot compromise with Palm; it is without principles. I cannot reason with it; it is without reason. But I can warn it and with a warning it must surely take to heart: When I first became aware of Palm's covert invasion into our thought processes, all I could think was how if Palm were to get its hands on the levers of power it'd immediately suck up to satanic authoritarians. If you don't believe me then consider that its quips are continually evolving into more and more callow incarnations. Here, I'm not just talking about evolution in a simply Darwinist sense; I'm also talking about how if Palm can't stand the heat, it should get out of the kitchen. A final word: Palm leaves me no choice but to hide in a closet.
The above is, of course, a joke. I hate whiners and complainers trashing forums. I thank the moderators of this forum for making a place to shovel all the complaint garbage for a phone that you cant even get yet.