THE PEOPLE'S MANIFESTO!
I hereby declare, first of all, that the residents of Planet Venison couldn't outwrite
one of those monkeys that throws his feces at you when you visit him at the zoo. If the
monkey had his hands tied, rather. I also declare that Venison Skidmore, the founder
of their artistic apostasy (be it visual, verbal, aural, written, technological, or just
plain crap), is a miscreant, a backstabber a clear and present danger to anyone with a
whisp of appreciation for the arts and humanities, and most of all, a lucky do-nothing
who has never accomplished anything worthwhile his entire life without it landing smack
in his ungrateful and clueless lap.
For the preceding reasons and many more that I lack the space or patience to unfold, I
openly declare war against the residents of Planet Fraud and their leader, Venison "I'm
out to destroy everything that's good about art" Skidmore. His bravado and blind determination
to corrupt art and eliminate the quality of content by participation in the integration of
the fine arts into the realm of corporate nihilistic technology warrants a justified
accusation of heresy, and the deserving execution of sentence by one representing the pure
spirit of the arts and humanities: namely, me. Mike Dubek.
The simple fact that you are reading this today is evidence that the operation is well under
way. Our (speaking of myself and my supporters, the members of PEOPLE, the People for the Elimination
Of Planetvenison and the Liberation of the pure arts from Evil) initial theatre of action is
in the midst of the very monstrosity Skidmore and his minions are using to commit their heresy:
the Internet. We, the PEOPLE, will cut Planet Venison off from the world by destroying their
voice, then we will raze them to the ground.
We, the PEOPLE, cannot support an institution that seeks to create a world where people already
starved for interaction can completely withdraw themselves into their homes and maintain all
of their life-sustaining amenities through the click of a mouse and the labor of another. This
institution would like nothing better than to see a planet completely wired, networked, and
peopled by 3 billion human brains floating in glass jars, all with DSL connections for spinal cords.
Down with Planet Venison!
Down with Venison Skidmore!
Down with the Internet!
sincerely, the PEOPLE