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I feel compelled to preface my remarks with the following: Mr. Nem M. Erle, Sr. is the Grand High Pooh-Bah of Gnosticism. The following paragraphs are intended as an initial, open-ended sketch of how bad the current situation is. Currently, his tracts merely shackle us with the chains of Dadaism. As you will see one of these days, this is only the tip of a gigantic iceberg.
I'll tell you what we need to do about all the craziness Mr. Erle is mongering. We need to guide the world into an age of peace, justice, and solidarity. He has, on a number of occasions, expressed a desire to undermine the current world order. On all of these occasions, I submitted to the advice of my friends, who assured me that he is capable of only two things, namely whining and underhanded tricks. I, not being one of the many lazy nincompoops of this world, have seen what Mr. Erle is capable of, and I am afraid. I am very afraid and I am very angry. The truth hurts, doesn't it, Mr. Erle? He maliciously defames and damagingly misrepresents everyone and everything around him. There's a word for that: libel.
It's Mr. Erle's belief that my letters demonstrate a desire to infantilize and corrupt the general public. I can't understand how anyone could go from anything I ever wrote to such a sappy idea. In fact, my letters generally make the diametrically opposite claim, that Mr. Erle has compiled an impressive list of grievances against me. Not only are all of these grievances completely fictitious, but there's a time to keep silent and a time to speak. There's a time to love and a time to hate. There's a time for war and a time for peace. And, I suspect, there's a time to solve the problems that are important to most people. Or, to put it less poetically, Mr. Erle has a vested interest in making me kiss my freedom goodbye. So let him call me venal. I call him eccentric. Mr. Erle has nothing but contempt for you, and you don't even know it. That's why I feel obligated to inform you that I correctly predicted that he would introduce, cultivate, and encourage moral rot. Alas, I didn't think he'd do that so effectively -- or so soon. We must take steps toward creating an inclusive society free of attitudinal barriers. Only then can a society free of his repressive asseverations blossom forth from the roots of the past. And only then will people come to understand that if I try really, really hard, I can almost see why he would want to transform our little community into a global crucible of terror and gore. We all need to be aware of each other's existence as intelligent, feeling, human beings, even if some of us are rash numskulls. You don't need to be a rocket scientist to detect the subtext of this letter. But just in case it's too subliminal for some, let me thrust it into your face right here: I once managed to get Mr. Erle to agree that you can definitely assume serious trouble is brewing when simple-minded fanatics goad lackadaisical airheads into hurling epithets at his enemies. Unfortunately, a few minutes later, he did a volte-face and denied that he had ever said that.
The first lies that Mr. Erle told us were relatively benign. Still, they have been progressing. And they will continue to progress until there is no more truth; his lies will grow until they blot out the sun. He accuses me of being hate-filled, yet it is he who is filled with hate. And he accuses me of being bigoted, while his doctrines show nothing but bigotry. Why does Mr. Erle make those sorts of accusations, then? Let me give you a hint: This is not Nazi Germany or Soviet Russia, where the state would be eager to eavesdrop on all kinds of private conversations. Not yet, at least. But there is an unpleasant fact, painful to the tender-minded, that one can deduce from the laws of nature. This fact is also conclusively established by direct observation. It is a fact so obvious that rational people have always known it and no one doubted it until Mr. Erle and his drones started trying to deny it. The fact to which I am referring states that Mr. Erle's methods are much subtler now than ever before. Mr. Erle is more adept at hidden mind control and his techniques of social brainwash are much more appealingly streamlined and homogenized.
Mr. Erle's thesis is that all it takes to solve our social woes are shotgun marriages, heavy-handed divorce laws, and a return to some mythical 1950s Shangri-la. That's thoroughly longiloquent, you say? Good; that means you're finally catching on. The next step is to observe that that statement can be most easily defended, since it is not quantitative, but qualitative. I submit that everyone should stop and mull that assertion. Then, you'll understand why as soon as Mr. Erle's lickspittles defend Stalinism, snobbism, and notions of racial superiority, they will have destroyed the basis for their own existence. The logical consequences of that are clear: Mr. Erle's précis are evil. They're evil because they cause global warming; they make your teeth fall out; they give you spots; they incite nuclear war. And, as if that weren't enough, Mr. Erle's subordinates believe that we ought to worship the most spleeny rapscallions you'll ever see as folk heroes. Although it is perhaps impossible to change the perspective of those who have such beliefs, I wish nevertheless to lay out some ideas and interpretations that hold the potential for insight. There is a cost, a cost too high to calculate, for messing with the lives and livelihoods of thousands of people. No joke. Mr. Erle's perspective is that truth is merely a social construct. My perspective, in contrast, is that I condemn Mr. Erle's carnival-barker gimmicks. But there's the rub; I must admit that I've read only a small fraction of Mr. Erle's writings. (As a well-known aphorism states, it is not necessary to eat all of an apple to learn that it is rotten.) Nevertheless, I've read enough of Mr. Erle's writings to know that you don't have to say anything specifically about Mr. Erle for him to start attacking you. All you have to do is dare to imply that we should convince meddlesome, ignorant beggars to stop supporting Mr. Erle and tolerating his mottos. I respect Mr. Erle's prank phone calls, although he and I disagree about our civic duties. I insist that we must do our utmost to recall the ideals of compassion, nonviolence, community, and cooperation as expeditiously as possible. Mr. Erle, on the other hand, believes that he can achieve his goals by friendly and moral conduct.
I'll let you in on a little secret: in order to solve the big problems with Mr. Erle, we must first understand these problems, and to understand them, we must fight to the end for our ideas and ideals. He has a penchant for counterinsurgency and clandestine operations. But let's not lose sight of the larger, more important issue here: his salacious pronouncements. To tell you the truth, Mr. Erle hates it when you say that his wishy-washy perversions have been found incompatible with personal security and the rights of property. He really hates it when you say that. Try saying it to him sometime, if you have a thick skin and don't mind having him shriek insults at you. His reinterpretations of historic events leave me with several unanswered questions: What exactly is he trying to hide? And why is he so compelled to complain about situations over which he has no control? These are difficult questions to answer, because only through education can individuals gain the independent tools they need to give direction to a universal human development of culture, ethics, and morality. But the first step is to acknowledge that ancient Greek dramatists discerned a peculiar virtue in being tragic. Mr. Erle would do well to realize that they never discerned any virtue in being flippant.
Sure, even sordid, predaceous phonies may have some good points, but I have yet to find one. Whereas Mr. Erle claims that he can extract obscene salaries and profits from corporations that take away our sense of community and leave us morally adrift and get away with it, I claim that he claims that he is always being misrepresented and/or persecuted. I think that the absurdities within that claim speak for themselves, although I should add that Mr. Erle's older magic-bullet explanations were quasi-poxy enough. His latest ones are indubitably beyond the pale. He is fiddling while Rome burns. That said, let me continue. Mr. Erle promises that if we give him and his factotums additional powers, he'll guard us from gormless schizophrenics. My question, however is, Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? -- Who will guard the guards?
The key to Mr. Erle's soul is his longing for the effortless, irresponsible, automatic consciousness of an animal. He dreads the necessity, the risk, and the responsibility of rational cognition. As a result, Mr. Erle parrots whatever ideas are fashionable at the moment. When the fashions change, his ideas will change instantly, like a weathercock. I hope I don't need to remind you that when a dim-witted, peremptory maggot has been beaten down with the successive hammer blows of irreligionism, onanism, and racism, he becomes quite receptive to Mr. Erle's propaganda and quite likely to join his little empire, but it's still true, and we must do something about it. In this land which has befriended primitive sewer rats, Mr. Erle has conspired, plotted, undermined, prostituted, and corrupted, and -- hiding to this hour behind the braver screen of brutish snollygosters -- dares to contrive and scheme the death of every principle that has protected him. What we see today is a greater than normal manifestation of brainless traits in his proposed social programs. Although others may disagree with that claim, few would dispute that he cannot tolerate the world as it is. He needs to live in a world of fantasies. To be more specific, Mr. Erle's collaborators have demonstrated brutally, horribly, and with great terror how they will burn Mr. Erle's opponents at the stake. It follows from this that if I want to feel disconnected from reality, that should be my prerogative. I don't need him forcing me to.
Throughout human history, the worst types of psychotic wackos there are have always been bestial. So it should come as no surprise that Mr. Erle's truculent dream is starting to come true. Liberties are being killed by attrition. Solipsism is being installed by accretion. The only way that we can reverse these balmy trends is to analyze Mr. Erle's sophistries in the manner of sociological studies of mass communication and persuasion. To be precise, there is no place in this country where we are safe from his confreres, no place where we are not targeted for hatred and attack. Think about it. Whenever there's an argument about Mr. Erle's devotion to principles and to freedom, all one has to do is point out that if the country were overrun by caustic wisenheimers, we could expect to observe widespread discrimination in our daily lives -- stares from sales clerks, taxis that don't stop, and unwarranted license and registration checks by police. That should settle the argument pretty quickly.
I will not say what is right and what is wrong when it comes to Mr. Erle's overgeneralizations. But I will say one thing: Mr. Erle is dead set on defending his position against what I have to say, regardless of what I have to say. So what's the connection between that and Mr. Erle's indiscretions? The connection is that his memoranda are like an enormous interdenominationalism-spewing machine. We must begin dismantling that structure. We must put a monkey wrench in its gears. And we must reinforce what is best in people, because Mr. Erle's favorite tactic is known as "deceiving with the truth". The idea behind this tactic is that he wins our trust by revealing the truth but leaving some of it out. This makes us less likely to illustrate the virtues that Mr. Erle lacks -- courage, truthfulness, courtesy, honesty, diligence, chivalry, loyalty, and industry. It's our responsibility to stick to the facts and offer only those arguments that can be supported by those facts. That's the first step in trying to focus on the major economic, social, and political forces that provide the setting for the expression of a pernicious agenda, and it's the only way to push the envelope on our knowledge of the world around us. In conclusion, let me just say that Mr. Nem M. Erle, Sr. suffers from a pathology of delusion.
wikwakkaI, not being one of the many lazy nincompoops of this world, have seen what Mr. Erle is capable of, and I am afraid. I am very afraid and I am very angry. The truth hurts, doesn't it, Mr. Erle?
:bawl: It's so beautiful, so much pain and suffering. Like Christmas credit-card bills come early.
:( Did you actually read all fo that?
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