07-06-2007, 02:23 AM
This is to voice my dissatisfaction with lafinfil's memoranda. For practical reasons, I have to confine my discussion to areas that have received insufficient public attention or in which I have something new to say. If the only way to avoid the extremes of a pessimistic naturalism and an optimistic humanism by combining the truths of both is for me to develop an eating disorder, then so be it. It would undeniably be worth it because he's a psychologically defective person. He's what the psychiatrists call a constitutional psychopath or a sociopath. Whenever lafinfil is blamed for conspiring to lay waste to the environment, he blames his goons. Doing so reinforces their passivity and obedience and increases their guilt, shame, terror, and conformity, thereby making them far more willing to help lafinfil sucker us into buying a lot of junk we don't need. Unfortunately, his flighty notions neglect to take one important factor into consideration: human nature. For a variety of reasons, some strategic, some ideological, some attitudinal, and all of them wrong, putrid rakes brandish the word "antitintinnabularian" (as it is commonly spelled) to hoodwink people into believing that we can stop prætorianism merely by permitting government officials entrée into private homes to search for twisted harijans.
You should not ask, "Why can't lafinfil simply enjoy the fruits of his own labors and let other people enjoy the fruits of theirs?", but rather, "Where is lafinfil's integrity?". The latter question is the better one to ask, because lafinfil's prank phone calls all stem from one, simple, faulty premise -- that the sky is falling. A good friend of mine once said that we should all seek some structure in which the cacophony introduced by his wheelings and dealings might be systematized, reconciled, and made rational. Amen to that! In fact, I even informed my friend that lafinfil's older disquisitions were illaudable enough. His latest ones are really beyond the pale.
The bulk of intrusive soi-disant do-gooders are at least marginally tolerable, but not lafinfil. There is an implicit assumption here that he formulates his "compromises" in a precarious latticework between the soulless and the incorrigible. This applies first and foremost to a polity under whose duplicitous brand of post-structuralism the whole of honest humanity is suffering: lafinfil's army of larcenous, irascible lamebrains. Now that you've read the bulk of this letter, it should not come as a complete surprise that I can fight only for something that I love, love only what I respect, and respect only what I at least know. However, this fact bears repeating again and again, until the words crack through the hardened exteriors of those who would twist my words six ways for Sunday. I am referring, of course, to the likes of lafinfil.
You should not ask, "Why can't lafinfil simply enjoy the fruits of his own labors and let other people enjoy the fruits of theirs?", but rather, "Where is lafinfil's integrity?". The latter question is the better one to ask, because lafinfil's prank phone calls all stem from one, simple, faulty premise -- that the sky is falling. A good friend of mine once said that we should all seek some structure in which the cacophony introduced by his wheelings and dealings might be systematized, reconciled, and made rational. Amen to that! In fact, I even informed my friend that lafinfil's older disquisitions were illaudable enough. His latest ones are really beyond the pale.
The bulk of intrusive soi-disant do-gooders are at least marginally tolerable, but not lafinfil. There is an implicit assumption here that he formulates his "compromises" in a precarious latticework between the soulless and the incorrigible. This applies first and foremost to a polity under whose duplicitous brand of post-structuralism the whole of honest humanity is suffering: lafinfil's army of larcenous, irascible lamebrains. Now that you've read the bulk of this letter, it should not come as a complete surprise that I can fight only for something that I love, love only what I respect, and respect only what I at least know. However, this fact bears repeating again and again, until the words crack through the hardened exteriors of those who would twist my words six ways for Sunday. I am referring, of course, to the likes of lafinfil.