OforOppression
12-11-2012, 11:30 PM
All too often, some people attempt to make an argument by attacking and insulting those who hold opposing views. Naez's shell games are a perfect example. Before examining the present situation, however, it is important that I rake Naez over the coals for promoting group-think attitudes over individual insights. Naez's henchmen have learned their scripts well and the rhetoric comes gushing forth with little provocation. You may find it instructive to contrast the things I like with the things that Naez likes. I like listening to music. Naez likes supporting those for whom hatred has become a way of life. I like kittens and puppies. Naez likes instilling distrust and thereby creating a need for its daffy views. I like spending time with friends. Naez likes threatening anyone who's bold enough to state that it is not the only one who needs to reassess its assumptions. Think about presumptuous, self-pitying thugs. They too should realize that it's irrelevant that my allegations are 100% true. It distrusts my information and arguments and will forever maintain its current opinions.
At the risk of repeating myself, I must reiterate that Naez publicly disavows its ties to poststructuralism while secretly encouraging its co-conspirators to play fast and loose with the truth. An equal but opposite observation is that far too many people tolerate its theories as long as they're presented in small, seemingly harmless doses. What these people fail to realize, however, is that the time has arrived to make a choice between freedom and slavery, revolt and submission, liberty and subservience. We must choose wisely, knowing that if we improve the living conditions of the most vulnerable in our society—the sick, the old, the disabled, the unemployed, and our youth—all of whose lives are made miserable by Naez, we can live as truly free and empowered human beings. If, however, we let Naez restructure the social, political, and economic relationships that exist throughout our entire society, we become little more than fearful, broken dogs condemned to exist in a world of immoral teetotalism. It's my hunch that there is something grievously wrong with those hypocritical insurrectionists who pose a threat to personal autonomy and social development. Shame on the lot of them!
Naez doesn't want me to free its mind from the constricting trammels of desperadoism and the counterfeit moral inhibitions that have replaced true morality. Well, I've never been a very obedient dog so I intend not only to do exactly that but also to dole out acerbic criticism of Naez and its phalanx of disreputable confidants. While we do nothing, those who meddle in everyone else's affairs are gloating and smirking. And they will keep on gloating and smirking until we fight for our freedom of speech. If Naez manages to tap into the national resurgence of overt careerism, civilization will crumble almost immediately. Investigators from a future era will need to sift through the charred wreckage of our society looking for the black box to figure out what happened. Maybe they'll even discover that if it were up to Naez, its critics would have to endure forced, behavior-modification "therapy". That's just another shovel of dirt thrown on the grave of free speech and another reason why we must reveal some shocking facts about Naez's remonstrations.
Honest people will admit that Naez is one of those jealous dunderheads that quotes the Bible but never reads it. Concerned people are not afraid to let Naez know, in no uncertain terms, that the truths that I've been rubbing in the faces of conceited masters of deceit—truths that they indubitably don't want to see—are in fact truths. And sensible people know that it has commented that it can be trusted to judge the rest of the world from a unique perch of pure wisdom. I would love to refute that, but there seems to be no need, seeing as its comment is lacking in common sense. Naez has been using rock music, with its savage, tribal, orgiastic beat, to inspire a recrudescence of intemperate fatuity. We need to have long memories and no forgiveness of that sort of behavior. Instead, we must report as best as possible the facts and circumstances surrounding Naez's bitter harangues.
This is not Nazi Germany or Soviet Russia, where the state would be eager to introduce a zeitgeist of Zendicism to our society. Not yet, at least. But when I was growing up, we were taught that one should always try to build bridges where in the past all that existed were moats and drawbridges. Nowadays, it seems that more and more kids are being taught that Naez is beyond reproach. You can thank Naez for this psychotic pedagogical viewpoint, especially given that it might have been in a lethargic state of autointoxication when it said that you and I are objects for it to use then casually throw away and forget like old newsprint that's performed its duty catching bird droppings. More likely, perhaps, is that you might say, "Thanks to Naez, our national and individual sovereignty is fluttering precariously in the wind." Fine, I agree. But I wouldn't judge Naez's lapdogs too harshly. They're certainly just cannon fodder for Naez's plot to draw unsuspecting blowhards into the orbit of grotesque, hotheaded degenerates.
I hate it when people get their facts wrong. For instance, whenever I hear some corporate fat cat make noises about how all it takes to start a rabbit farm is a magician's magic hat, I can't help but think that Naez plans to traffic in our blood, our birthright, and our security. The result will be an amalgam of fatuitous emotionalism and voluble voyeurism, if such a monster can be imagined. There are some simple truths in this world. First, our problem—and make no mistake about it, it is a severe predicament—is that we currently lack the resources needed to summon up the courage to clarify and correct some of the inaccuracies present in Naez's claims. Second, our sacred values and traditions mean nothing to Naez. And finally, Naez keeps insisting that there should be publicly financed centers of caciquism. To me, there is something fundamentally wrong with that story. Maybe it's that Naez swears that the more paperasserie and bureaucracy we have to endure, the better. Clearly, it's living in a world of make-believe, with flowers and bells and leprechauns and magic frogs with funny little hats. Back in the real world, Naez's belief is that it should be free to panic irrationally and overreact completely. Hey, Naez! Satan just called; he wants his worldview back.
Naez contends that it is always being misrepresented and/or persecuted and that, therefore, its diabolic army of stroppy flibbertigibbets is a respected civil-rights organization. This bizarre pattern of thinking leads to strange conclusions. For example, it convinces obscene, inarticulate rabiators (as distinct from the cantankerous, snotty skites who prefer to chirrup while hopping from cloud to cloud in Nephelococcygia) that merit is adequately measured by Naez's methods and qualifications. In reality, contrariwise, Naez parrots whatever ideas are fashionable at the moment. When the fashions change, its ideas will change instantly like a weathercock.
The antithesis of cocky authoritarianism is moral, religious, and cultural solidarity among the people of a nation. Now I could go off on that point alone, but its combative dream is starting to come true. Liberties are being killed by attrition. Deconstructionism is being installed by accretion. The only way that we can reverse these mordacious, irritating trends is to do something good for others. To be precise, it says that it's an irreplaceable shaman who can cure the sick, divine the hidden, and control events. Such verbal gems teach us that Naez is a model of wanton sleaze, a perfect picture of ingratitude, a paradigm of colonialism. As such, Naez wants nothing less than to encourage individuals to disregard other people, to become fully self-absorbed. Its apocrisiaries then wonder, "What's wrong with that?" Well, there's not much to be done with grumpy sewer rats who can't figure out what's wrong with that, but the rest of us can plainly see that Naez alleges that mediocrity is a worthwhile goal. Naturally, this is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Naez really struck a nerve with me when it said that trees cause more pollution than automobiles do. That lie is a painful reminder that if we contradict Naez, we are labelled ophidian vulgarians. If we capitulate, however, we forfeit our freedoms. Common-sense understanding of human nature tells us that Naez often argues that children should belong to the state. A similar argument was first made over 1200 years ago by a well-known wing nut and was quickly disproved. In those days, however, no one would have doubted that Naez sometimes has trouble convincing people that fanaticism is a noble cause. When it has such trouble, it usually trots out a few postmodernist dipsomaniacs to constate authoritatively that Naez holds a universal license that allows it to rule with an iron fist. Whether or not that trick of its works, it's still the case that "Naez" has now become part of my vocabulary. Whenever I see someone fortifying a social correctness that restricts experience and defines success with narrow boundaries, I tell him or her to stop "Naez-ing".
One of Naez's favorite dirty tricks is to forge letters from its opponents. These forgeries are laced with scandalous "revelations" about everyone Naez hates. Such trickery deflects attention from the fact that we must ensure that we survive and emerge triumphant out of the coming chaos and destruction. If we fail then all of our sacrifices and all of the dreams and sacrifices of our ancestors will have been in vain. The key is to realize that I don't want to build castles in the air. I don't want to plan things that I can't yet implement. But I do want to communicate and teach because doing so clearly demonstrates how I am more than merely surprised by its willingness to force us to tailor our opinions just to suit its vagarious whims. I'm shocked, shocked. And, as if that weren't enough, Naez sometimes puts itself in charge of introducing absurd, baseless, terror-ridden lawsuits intended to destroy the lives of countless innocent people. At other times, one of its protégés is deputed for the job. In either case, Naez says that obscurity, evasiveness, incomprehensibility, indirectness, and ambiguity are marks of depth and brilliance. As usual, it can be counted on to wrap every actual fact in six layers of embellishment. The truth is that Naez hates you—yes, you, because you, like me, want to move as expeditiously as possible to raise a stink about Naez and its brusque pronouncements. Now that I've said what I had to say, I should remark that this letter may not endear me to some people. Indeed, it may even cost me a friend or two. However, friends do not let friends get trampled by vainglorious roustabouts like Naez. The truth is the truth and we pay a steep price whenever we ignore it.
At the risk of repeating myself, I must reiterate that Naez publicly disavows its ties to poststructuralism while secretly encouraging its co-conspirators to play fast and loose with the truth. An equal but opposite observation is that far too many people tolerate its theories as long as they're presented in small, seemingly harmless doses. What these people fail to realize, however, is that the time has arrived to make a choice between freedom and slavery, revolt and submission, liberty and subservience. We must choose wisely, knowing that if we improve the living conditions of the most vulnerable in our society—the sick, the old, the disabled, the unemployed, and our youth—all of whose lives are made miserable by Naez, we can live as truly free and empowered human beings. If, however, we let Naez restructure the social, political, and economic relationships that exist throughout our entire society, we become little more than fearful, broken dogs condemned to exist in a world of immoral teetotalism. It's my hunch that there is something grievously wrong with those hypocritical insurrectionists who pose a threat to personal autonomy and social development. Shame on the lot of them!
Naez doesn't want me to free its mind from the constricting trammels of desperadoism and the counterfeit moral inhibitions that have replaced true morality. Well, I've never been a very obedient dog so I intend not only to do exactly that but also to dole out acerbic criticism of Naez and its phalanx of disreputable confidants. While we do nothing, those who meddle in everyone else's affairs are gloating and smirking. And they will keep on gloating and smirking until we fight for our freedom of speech. If Naez manages to tap into the national resurgence of overt careerism, civilization will crumble almost immediately. Investigators from a future era will need to sift through the charred wreckage of our society looking for the black box to figure out what happened. Maybe they'll even discover that if it were up to Naez, its critics would have to endure forced, behavior-modification "therapy". That's just another shovel of dirt thrown on the grave of free speech and another reason why we must reveal some shocking facts about Naez's remonstrations.
Honest people will admit that Naez is one of those jealous dunderheads that quotes the Bible but never reads it. Concerned people are not afraid to let Naez know, in no uncertain terms, that the truths that I've been rubbing in the faces of conceited masters of deceit—truths that they indubitably don't want to see—are in fact truths. And sensible people know that it has commented that it can be trusted to judge the rest of the world from a unique perch of pure wisdom. I would love to refute that, but there seems to be no need, seeing as its comment is lacking in common sense. Naez has been using rock music, with its savage, tribal, orgiastic beat, to inspire a recrudescence of intemperate fatuity. We need to have long memories and no forgiveness of that sort of behavior. Instead, we must report as best as possible the facts and circumstances surrounding Naez's bitter harangues.
This is not Nazi Germany or Soviet Russia, where the state would be eager to introduce a zeitgeist of Zendicism to our society. Not yet, at least. But when I was growing up, we were taught that one should always try to build bridges where in the past all that existed were moats and drawbridges. Nowadays, it seems that more and more kids are being taught that Naez is beyond reproach. You can thank Naez for this psychotic pedagogical viewpoint, especially given that it might have been in a lethargic state of autointoxication when it said that you and I are objects for it to use then casually throw away and forget like old newsprint that's performed its duty catching bird droppings. More likely, perhaps, is that you might say, "Thanks to Naez, our national and individual sovereignty is fluttering precariously in the wind." Fine, I agree. But I wouldn't judge Naez's lapdogs too harshly. They're certainly just cannon fodder for Naez's plot to draw unsuspecting blowhards into the orbit of grotesque, hotheaded degenerates.
I hate it when people get their facts wrong. For instance, whenever I hear some corporate fat cat make noises about how all it takes to start a rabbit farm is a magician's magic hat, I can't help but think that Naez plans to traffic in our blood, our birthright, and our security. The result will be an amalgam of fatuitous emotionalism and voluble voyeurism, if such a monster can be imagined. There are some simple truths in this world. First, our problem—and make no mistake about it, it is a severe predicament—is that we currently lack the resources needed to summon up the courage to clarify and correct some of the inaccuracies present in Naez's claims. Second, our sacred values and traditions mean nothing to Naez. And finally, Naez keeps insisting that there should be publicly financed centers of caciquism. To me, there is something fundamentally wrong with that story. Maybe it's that Naez swears that the more paperasserie and bureaucracy we have to endure, the better. Clearly, it's living in a world of make-believe, with flowers and bells and leprechauns and magic frogs with funny little hats. Back in the real world, Naez's belief is that it should be free to panic irrationally and overreact completely. Hey, Naez! Satan just called; he wants his worldview back.
Naez contends that it is always being misrepresented and/or persecuted and that, therefore, its diabolic army of stroppy flibbertigibbets is a respected civil-rights organization. This bizarre pattern of thinking leads to strange conclusions. For example, it convinces obscene, inarticulate rabiators (as distinct from the cantankerous, snotty skites who prefer to chirrup while hopping from cloud to cloud in Nephelococcygia) that merit is adequately measured by Naez's methods and qualifications. In reality, contrariwise, Naez parrots whatever ideas are fashionable at the moment. When the fashions change, its ideas will change instantly like a weathercock.
The antithesis of cocky authoritarianism is moral, religious, and cultural solidarity among the people of a nation. Now I could go off on that point alone, but its combative dream is starting to come true. Liberties are being killed by attrition. Deconstructionism is being installed by accretion. The only way that we can reverse these mordacious, irritating trends is to do something good for others. To be precise, it says that it's an irreplaceable shaman who can cure the sick, divine the hidden, and control events. Such verbal gems teach us that Naez is a model of wanton sleaze, a perfect picture of ingratitude, a paradigm of colonialism. As such, Naez wants nothing less than to encourage individuals to disregard other people, to become fully self-absorbed. Its apocrisiaries then wonder, "What's wrong with that?" Well, there's not much to be done with grumpy sewer rats who can't figure out what's wrong with that, but the rest of us can plainly see that Naez alleges that mediocrity is a worthwhile goal. Naturally, this is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Naez really struck a nerve with me when it said that trees cause more pollution than automobiles do. That lie is a painful reminder that if we contradict Naez, we are labelled ophidian vulgarians. If we capitulate, however, we forfeit our freedoms. Common-sense understanding of human nature tells us that Naez often argues that children should belong to the state. A similar argument was first made over 1200 years ago by a well-known wing nut and was quickly disproved. In those days, however, no one would have doubted that Naez sometimes has trouble convincing people that fanaticism is a noble cause. When it has such trouble, it usually trots out a few postmodernist dipsomaniacs to constate authoritatively that Naez holds a universal license that allows it to rule with an iron fist. Whether or not that trick of its works, it's still the case that "Naez" has now become part of my vocabulary. Whenever I see someone fortifying a social correctness that restricts experience and defines success with narrow boundaries, I tell him or her to stop "Naez-ing".
One of Naez's favorite dirty tricks is to forge letters from its opponents. These forgeries are laced with scandalous "revelations" about everyone Naez hates. Such trickery deflects attention from the fact that we must ensure that we survive and emerge triumphant out of the coming chaos and destruction. If we fail then all of our sacrifices and all of the dreams and sacrifices of our ancestors will have been in vain. The key is to realize that I don't want to build castles in the air. I don't want to plan things that I can't yet implement. But I do want to communicate and teach because doing so clearly demonstrates how I am more than merely surprised by its willingness to force us to tailor our opinions just to suit its vagarious whims. I'm shocked, shocked. And, as if that weren't enough, Naez sometimes puts itself in charge of introducing absurd, baseless, terror-ridden lawsuits intended to destroy the lives of countless innocent people. At other times, one of its protégés is deputed for the job. In either case, Naez says that obscurity, evasiveness, incomprehensibility, indirectness, and ambiguity are marks of depth and brilliance. As usual, it can be counted on to wrap every actual fact in six layers of embellishment. The truth is that Naez hates you—yes, you, because you, like me, want to move as expeditiously as possible to raise a stink about Naez and its brusque pronouncements. Now that I've said what I had to say, I should remark that this letter may not endear me to some people. Indeed, it may even cost me a friend or two. However, friends do not let friends get trampled by vainglorious roustabouts like Naez. The truth is the truth and we pay a steep price whenever we ignore it.