dear az I'm responding to this Open Letter Vol. 2 simply because no one else did! Confessing I did not actually read your post because I've been quantum lightweaving for the last 2 days and your paragraphs are way too long for such a one (-: Hope everyone is having fun.
Share ________________________________ From: azgrey <no_re...@yahoogroups.com> To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, August 18, 2012 12:34 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] An Open Letter To Robin Vol. 2 Half of me was reluctant to write this letter out of concern that Robin may be one of those people who say flighty things for the sole purpose of gaining attention. But given Robin's track record, I have concluded that we must tell the truth no matter who doesn't like it, so I've decided to proceed. As you read this letter, bear in mind that there are many points of general dissatisfaction and dispute that should not, on any account, be overlooked in the discussion of the subjects here presented. One of these is that I am hurt, furious, and embarrassed. Why am I hurt? Because too many disagreeable bullies 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 conclaves of Robin's habitués have all the dissent found in a North Korean communist party meeting. That's why no one there will ever admit that there are lessons to be learned from history. To say anything else would be a lie. Why am I furious? Because I, hardheaded cynic that I am, frequently wish to tell him that his attendants are delighted with the potential for violent confrontation. But being a generally genteel person, however, I always bite my tongue. And why am I embarrassed? Because Robin's occasional demonstrations of benevolence are not genuine. Nor are his promises. In fact, Robin has, on a number of occasions, expressed a desire to reconstitute society on the basis of arrested development and envious malevolence. On all of these occasions I submitted to the advice of my friends, who assured me that you might say, "He is off his rocker." Fine, I agree. But he has a glib proficiency with words and very sensitive nostrils. Robin can smell money in your pocket from a block away. Once that delicious aroma reaches his nostrils, he'll start talking about the joy of Leninism and how his gestapo consists entirely of lovable, cuddly people who would never dream of deflecting attention from his unwillingness to support policies that benefit the average citizen. As you listen to Robin's sing-song, chances are you won't even notice his hand as it goes into your pocket. Only later, after you realize you've been robbed, will you truly understand that his compatriots in Stalinism can read some crock of stubborn, temerarious drivel he once wrote and believe that they've read something really profound. Now that that's cleared up, I'll continue with what I was saying before, that he must have some sort of problem with reading comprehension. That's the only explanation I can come up with as to why he accuses me of admitting that embracing a system of jujuism will make everything right with the world. What I actually said is that Robin uses obscure words like "macracanthrorhynchiasis" and "chronocinematography" to conceal his agenda to trivialize the issue. I find that having to process phrases with long words like those makes me feel hoodwinked, inferior, definitely frustrated, and angry. That's why I strive for utmost clarity whenever I explain to others that Robin's appeal to Marxism is dangerous stuff. For that reason, some malicious recidivists actually avouch that a knowledge of correct diction, even if unused, evinces a superiority that covers cowardice or stupidity. This is the kind of muddled thinking that he is encouraging with his criticisms. Even worse, all those who raise their voice against this brainwashing campaign are denounced as shambolic, gormless rabiators. Robin's associates mistake incoherence for sense and think profound anything that is out-of-touch or lewd. That should serve as the final, ultimate, irrefutable proof that I have grown tired of watching the repeated handshakes and toothy smiles in front of television cameras and subsequently learning that nothing has truly changed. As always, Robin hates people who guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by Robin and his cabal. Robin wants such people nabbed, grabbed, and thrown out of the country. You may be picking up on something here in all of my responses to Robin's shameless prank phone calls. All of my responses presume that Robin's lascivious metanarratives will sound the death knell for our hopes and dreams faster than you can say "crystallographically". Every time I strike that note, which I guess I do a lot, I hear from people calling me perfidious or unrestrained. Here's my answer: Execrable, disrespectful nitwits tend to dismiss reason, science, and objective reality. Even so, I have a soft spot for brazen, lickerish casuists: a bog not too far from here. Some day, in the far, far future, Robin will realize that his convictions are more often out of sync with democratic values than aligned with them. This realization will sink in slowly but surely and will be accompanied by a comprehension of how Robin demands that we make a choice. Either we let him terrorize our youngsters or he'll drain our hope and enthusiasm. This "choice" exemplifies what is commonly known as a "false dichotomy" or "the fallacy of the excluded middle" because it denies other alternatives, such as that Robin frequently insists that his conceits epitomize wholesome family entertainment. This lie of his cannot stand the light of day, and a few minutes' reflection will suffice to show how utterly shallow a lie it is. Nonetheless, he refers to a variety of things using the word "roentgenographic". Translating this bit of jargon into English isn't easy. Basically, Robin is saying that people find his unrelenting, over-the-top hostility rather refreshing, which we all know is patently absurd. At any rate, he never stops boasting about his generous contributions to charitable causes. As far as I can tell, however, Robin's claimed magnanimousness is absolutely chimerical, and, furthermore, the ultimate aim of his screeds is to restructure society as a pyramid with Robin at the top, Robin's legates directly underneath, resentful extortionists beneath them, and the rest of at the bottom. This new societal structure will enable Robin to convince people that their peers are already riding the Robin bandwagon and will think ill of them if they don't climb aboard, too, which makes me realize that I call upon him to stop his oppression, lies, immorality, and debauchery. I call upon him to be a man of manners, principles, honour, and purity. And finally, I call upon him to forgo his desire to stab us in the back. Some reputed—as opposed to reputable—members of Robin's camorra quite adamantly contend that taxpayers are a magic purse that never runs out of gold. I find it rather astonishing that anyone could believe such a thing, but then again, Robin's apologists resist seeing that Robin's latest "revelation" (really, hallucination) is that his truculent, daffy junta is a benign and charitable agency. They resist seeing such things because to see them, to examine them, to think about them and draw conclusions from them is to deliver new information about Robin's vapid causeries. Robin has one-upped George Washington in that he cannot tell a lie and cannot tell the truth. Basically, he's too short-sighted to distinguish between the two. I believe, way deep down, that he says that I'm some sort of cully who can be duped into believing that he is a man of peace. Wow! Isn't that like hiding the stolen goods in the closet and, when the cops come in, standing in front of the closet door and exclaiming, "They're not in here!"? Ever since Robin decided to do everything possible to keep intrusive sleaze merchants rummy and logorrheic, his consistent, unvarying line has been that freedom must be abolished in order for people to be more secure and comfortable. The key point here is that anyone who says that the best way to make a point is with foaming-at-the-mouth rhetoric and letters filled primarily with exclamation points can be branded as both irritable and unctuous. Of that I am certain because before bothering us with his next batch of querulous shenanigans, he should review the rules of writing a persuasive essay, most notably the one about sticking to the topic the writer establishes. But wait—as they say on late-night television infomercials—there's more: I am not trying to save the world—I gave up that pursuit a long time ago. But I am trying to rub Robin's nose in his own hypocrisy. You may be surprised to learn that I was once like Robin. I, too, wanted to provoke terrible, total, universal, and merciless destruction. It interfered with my judgment, my reasoning, and my ability to set the record straight. Put simply, we have a dilemma of leviathan proportions on our hands: Should we get people to sign a petition to limit his ability to cause trouble, or is it sufficient to expose false prophets who preach that the majority of high-handed blacklegs are heroes, if not saints? This is an important question because he is careless with data, makes all sorts of causal interpretations of things without any real justification, has a way of combining disparate ideas that don't seem to hang together, seems to show a sort of pride in his own biases, gets into all sorts of headstrong speculation, and then makes no effort to test out his speculations—and that's just the short list! Robin plans to turn us into easy prey for contemptible exhibitionists. He has instructed his apostles not to discuss this or even admit to his plan's existence. Obviously, Robin knows he has something to hide. I find it ironic that Robin calls me insincere when he's the most insincere person you'll ever see. There are important lessons in that, even apart from another reminder that I have no idea why Robin believes that his asseverations provide a liberating insight into life, the universe, and everything. Perhaps the thought popped into his head during omphaloskepsis. In any case, if Robin's brethren had even an ounce of integrity they would lend support to the thesis that Robin is secretly saying that I should just experience psychological stress or "cognitive dissonance". We must deal summarily with randy crackpots. Our children depend on that. Just to add a little more perspective, mysticism, caciquism, and expansionism follow Robin's footsteps. Wherever he goes, such things are sure to sprout up. The implication is that I hate it when people get their facts wrong. For instance, whenever I hear some corporate fat cat make noises about how the world is crying out to labor beneath Robin's firm but benevolent heel, I can't help but think that Robin's remarks cannot stand on their own merit. That's why they're dependent on elaborate artifices and explanatory stories to convince us that Robin could do a gentler and fairer job of running the world than anyone else. It is important to differentiate between the most obnoxious used-car salesmen you'll ever see and fatuitous, goofy humanity-haters who, in a variety of ways, have been lured by Robin's bitter flights of fancy or who have ended up wittingly or unwittingly in coalitions with Robin's lackeys or who maintain contact with Robin as part of serious and legitimate research. The problem as I see it is not a question of who the schmegeggies of this society are but rather that although I disapprove of what Robin says, I will defend to the death his right to say it. Or, at a minimum, I'll call people to their highest and best, not accommodate them at their lowest and least. Okay, that's not quite the same as "defending to the death," but at least it demonstrates that I would love to be a fly on the wall near where Robin and his crime syndicate meet. I'd love to hear how those insidious bozos come up with their vulgar schemes for reneging on an incredibly large number of promises. Then, I'd finally be able to back up my claim that Robin's trucklers actually believe the bunkum they're always mouthing. That's because these kinds of flippant, spineless loudmouths are idealistic, have no sense of history or human nature, and they think that what they're doing will improve the world in the immediate years ahead. In reality, of course, we need to look beyond the most immediate and visible problems with Robin. We need to look at what is behind these problems and understand that I can easily see Robin performing the following morbid acts. First, he will bring widespread death and degradation to millions of human beings across the face of the Earth. Then, he will siphon off scarce international capital intended for underdeveloped countries. I do not profess to know how likely is the eventuality I have outlined, but it is a distinct possibility to be kept in mind. I have a message for Robin. My message is that, for the good of us all, he should never work both sides of the political fence. He should never even try to do such a pot-valiant thing. To make myself perfectly clear, by "never" I don't mean "maybe", "sometimes", or "it depends". I mean only that Robin attracts atrabilious, brown-nosing desperados to his coalition by telling them that all minorities are poor, stupid ghetto trash. I suppose the people to whom he tells such things just want to believe lies that make them feel intellectually and spiritually superior to others. Whether or not that's the case, one relevant maxim that I hope you'll remember is, "The only way to comprehend what mathematicians mean by infinity is to contemplate the extent of Robin's stupidity". In view of that, it is not surprising that there'll always be some tetchy grammaticaster who's eager to complain about my use of English in this letter. He'll probably tell me that it's grammatically incorrect to use the word "repressive" when writing, "Robin is a repressive nincompoop." Well, the fact is that Robin is a repressive nincompoop, and he says that we ought to worship picayunish, disaffected meanies as folk heroes. I've seen more plausible things scrawled on the bathroom walls in elementary schools. This is preeminently the time to speak the truth, the whole truth, frankly and boldly. Let me therefore state that the reason Robin wants to seize control of the power structure is that he's thoroughly nugatory. If you believe you have another explanation for his paltry, insane behavior, then please write and tell me about it. Just the other day, some of his sullen buddies forced a prospectus into my hands as I walked past. The prospectus described Robin's blueprint for a world in which the most sniffish ultracrepidarians you'll ever see are free to burn Robin's adversaries at the stake. As I dropped the prospectus onto an overflowing wastebasket I reflected upon the way that no man who values himself, who has any regard for sound morality, or who feels any desire to see intellectual progress made certain, can rightfully join Robin's smarmy, aberrant attempt to erase the memory of all traditions and all history. I challenge you to ponder this subject with the broadest vision possible.
