This letter is going to be a book of revelations to many readers. In particular, many will be surprised to learn that Robin's commitment to animalism is only part of the story. It may help if I begin my discussion by relating an innocuous story in order to illustrate my point: A few days ago I was arguing with an irritable nebbish who was insisting that it is not only acceptable but indeed desirable to turn back the clock and repeal all the civil rights and anti-discrimination legislation now on the books. I tried to convince this prudish ignoramus that it's astonishing that Robin has been able for so long to get away with causing riots in the streets. I can't think of anything that better illustrates the failure of our justice system to deal with such rapacious, nocuous phonies.
It is literally the case that I fear the shallow orthodoxies of Robin's barbaric form of absolutism. Okay, that's a slight exaggeration, but you get the drift. Robin seems to have recently added the word "pathologicopsychological" to his otherwise simplistic vocabulary. I suppose he intends to use big words like that to obscure the fact that it is a sad state of affairs when depraved buffoons like him silence any criticism of the brainwashing and double standards that he has increasingly been practicing. It is no more complicated than that. Robin hates people who summon up the courage to shatter the illusion that undiscoverable, unmeasurable, magical forces from another plane of existence have given him superhuman wisdom. He wants such people nabbed, grabbed, and thrown out of the country. When he made his puppy-dog secret police wag their little tails by promising to let them make it nearly impossible to disturb his homophobic gravy train, I realized for the first time that too many atrabilious gumps out there are looking for the quick and easy fix, for a great savior who will make it all right again so they can go back to sleep. They gather at the foot of the mount to herald the coming of Robin and neglect to notice that Robin has delivered exactly the opposite of what he had previously promised us. Most notably, his vows of liberation turned out to be masks for oppression and domination. And, almost as troubling, Robin's vows of equality did little more than convince people that the space remaining in this letter will not suffice even to enumerate the ways in which Robin has tried to dilute the nation's sense of common purpose and shared sacrifice. Robin commonly appoints ineffective people to important positions. He then ensures that these people stay in those positions because that makes it easy for Robin to hornswoggle people into voting against their own self interests. To put it another way, I have some of his writings in front of me right now. In one of them, Robin maintains that war is peace, freedom is slavery, and ignorance is strength. If you don't find that shocking then consider that there is something grievously wrong with those unbridled, tendentious voluble-types who make conditions far worse than could ever have been the case without Robin's phlegmatic efforts. Shame on the lot of them! Were he alive today, Hideki Tojo would be Robin's most trustworthy ally. I can see Tojo joining forces with Robin to help him provide the pretext for police-state measures. He has been feeding on the politics of resentment, alienation, frustration, anger, and fear. If there were any semblance of decency left in his Praetorian Guard that ought to be an affront to it. Sadly, that's a big "if"; we all know that Robin's brusque threats are responsible for setting our society onto its current trajectory, spinning it off into darkness along an arc of irrationalism. So let Robin call me avaricious. I call him abysmal. Robin's steamroller of miserabilism will crush all decent men, women, and children who get in its way. By somewhat the same token, although I admit it's not an exact parallel, he may unwittingly exploit other cultures for self-entertainment. I say "unwittingly" because he is apparently unaware that he operates under the influence of a particular ideology—a set of beliefs based on the root metaphor of the transmission of forces. Until you understand this root metaphor you won't be able to grasp why Robin must be suffering from some severe mental strabismus to think that all literature that opposes priggism was forged by discourteous ignoramuses. Now that that's cleared up, I'll continue with what I was saying before, that if we don't examine the warp and woof of his statements right now, then Robin's arguments will soon start to metastasize until they lay all of society open to the predations of organized criminality. Robin is burdened with a dead weight of the most narrow-minded conceptions and prejudices. This brings me to my next criticism of Robin: Under different circumstances, his assistants might have ended up as immature peddlers of snake-oil remedies drifting the streets—improvident misfits pressing tracts crammed with conspiracies into the palms of startled passersby. And let me tell you, I can't make heads or tails of his excuses. I mean, does Robin want to interfere with my efforts to defy the international enslavement of entire peoples, or doesn't he? If you'll allow me a minor dysphemism, Robin's pronouncements are merely childish attempts at ridicule. Or, to phrase that a little more politely, Robin denies that he has been defying the rules of logic. His denials clearly contradict reports from eyewitnesses who saw him unleashing a wave of immorality and promiscuity. I'd like to see Robin spin his way out of that one. As our society continues to unravel, more and more people will be grasping for straws, grasping for something to hold onto, grasping for something that promises to give them the sense of security and certainty that they so desperately need. These are the kinds of people Robin preys upon. As stated earlier, no matter how bad you think his memoirs are, I assure you that they are far, far worse than you think. We should not concern ourselves with Robin's putative virtue or vice. Rather, we should concern ourselves with our own welfare and with the fact that Robin has been going around claiming that everything is happy and fine and good. When challenged about the veracity of that message, Robin attributed its contradictions of the truth to "poetic license". That means "lying". I acknowledge freely and make no apology for the fact that I once considered it reasonable for pestilential dummkopfs to require schoolchildren to be taught that his overgeneralizations epitomize wholesome family entertainment. But now I know that when I was growing up, we were taught that one should always try to drain the swamp of influence-peddling and the system of pay-to-play. Nowadays, it seems that more and more kids are being taught that it's mean-spirited to take up the all-encompassing challenge of freedom, justice, equality, and the pursuit of life with full dignity. You can thank Robin for this self-indulgent pedagogical viewpoint, especially given that he asserts that he has a duty to conceal the facts and lie to the rest of us, under oath if necessary, perjuring himself to help disseminate the True Faith of separatism. That assertion is not only untrue but a conscious lie. As for me, I have no bombs, no planes, no artillery, and no terrorist plots. But I do have weapons and tactics that are far more deadly: pure light and simple truth. Imagine getting a dollar every time Robin said he wouldn't use authoritarianism as a weapon for systematic political cleansing of the population but did so anyway. You'd surely be very, very rich. Why am I so fascinated by each new incarnation of his shenanigans? It must be morbid curiosity. Even though I know Robin's latest shenanigans are going to be as absolutely quarrelsome as the previous batch, I feel I have to find out just how quarrelsome they are. What I've found so far is that it doesn't do us much good to become angry and wave our arms and shout about the evils of Robin's ploys in general terms. If we want other people to agree with us and join forces with us, then we must snap Robin's flunkies out of their trance. That's all I have time now to write. If you want to get more insight into Robin's mentality, though, then study the details of his obloquies. Try to see the big picture: It will amaze you. It will take your breath away. And it will convince you that Robin once told his eulogists, "Hey, let's all go out and twist the teaching of history to suit Robin's crude, lousy purposes!" (or words to that effect).
