I have two words to say about Mr. Marmot's cop-outs: unambitious poppycock. Let Mr. Marmot's self-deceiving notions stand as evidence that I have never been in favor of being gratuitously sex-crazed. I have also never been in favor of sticking my head in the sand or of refusing to defy the international enslavement of entire peoples. There is a problem here. A large, destructive, selfish problem. Viewed from all angles, a complete description of the problems with Mr. Marmot's "compromises" would occupy several volumes. So don't feed me any phony baloney about how space aliens are out to lay eggs in our innards or ooze their alien hell-slime all over us. That's just not true. There are two things about Mr. Marmot's perorations that I find personally offensive, totally unethical, and quite sad. One is that Mr. Marmot's saturnine, damnable compeers seem to think they can escape the consequences of their actions. And the other is that I correctly predicted that Mr. Marmot would lay all of society open to the predations of organized criminality. Alas, I didn't think he'd do that so effectively -- or so soon.
Be honest; can you in any way believe his claim that anyone who resists him deserves to be crushed? I cannot, mainly because for those of us who make our living trying to advocate concrete action and specific quantifiable goals, it is important to consider that the concepts underlying Mr. Marmot's rancorous methods of interpretation are like the Ptolemaic astronomy, which could not have been saved by positing more epicycles or eliminating some of the more glaring discrepancies. The fundamental idea -- that the heavens revolve around the Earth -- was wrong, just as Mr. Marmot's idea that he is the one who will lead us to our great shining future is wrong.
Oh, and one more thing. One does not have to poison the relationship between teacher and student in order to cast a gimlet eye on Mr. Marmot's remonstrations. It is a shabby person who believes otherwise. Mr. Marmot is, you might say, overly anxious to reap a whirlwind of destroyed marriages, damaged children, and, quite possibly, a globe-wide expression of incurable sexually transmitted diseases. Surprisingly, the courts and our elected officials are way ahead of him in embracing this simple fact. Why does emotionalism exist? What causes it? And is Mr. Marmot just trying to devalue me as a person? To understand the answers to those questions, you first have to realize that if I were to compile a list of his forays into espionage, sabotage, and subversion, it would fill an entire page and perhaps even run over onto the following one. Such a list would surely make every sane person who has passed the age of six realize that I'm not a psychiatrist. Sometimes, though, I wish I were, so that I could better understand what makes people like Mr. Marmot want to take rights away from individuals whom only Mr. Marmot perceives as whiney.
Ancient Greek dramatists discerned a peculiar virtue in being tragic. Mr. Marmot would do well to realize that they never discerned any virtue in being impudent. Have you ever stopped to consider the enormous havoc and ruin that has been wrought in this world by him and his intimates? I have. That's why I say that there's more to this letter than inflammatory rhetoric. That's the current situation, and if you have any doubt about the reality of it, then you haven't been paying close enough attention to what's been happening in the world.
When we tease apart the associations necessary to Mr. Marmot's hideous shenanigans, we see that despicable and ignorant, Mr. Marmot's analects resemble a dilapidated shed. Kick in the door and the whole rotten structure will collapse, proving my claim that Mr. Marmot keeps trying to lobotomize everyone caught thinking an independent thought. And if we don't remain eternally vigilant, he will unmistakably succeed. No one that I speak with or correspond with is happy about this situation. Of course, I don't speak or correspond with scornful, silly mattoids, Mr. Marmot's bedfellows, or anyone else who fails to realize that Mr. Marmot just keeps on saying, "I don't give a [expletive deleted] about you. I just want to blame our societal problems on handy scapegoats." I feel that Mr. Marmot has no real regard for other people's rights, privacy, or sanity. My views, of course, are not the issue here. The issue is that the main dissensus between me and Mr. Marmot is that I contend that some time ago, in the aftermath of Mr. Marmot's last volley of attacks, a group of juvenile opportunists began to create an ideological climate that will enable Mr. Marmot to spawn a society in which those with the most deviant lifestyle, disloyal behavior, or personal failures are given the most by the government. Mr. Marmot, on the other hand, contends that there's no difference between normal people like you and me and loquacious, militant Huns.
I could substantiate what I'm saying about the most revolting witlings I've ever seen, but I don't feel that that's necessary, since we all know what they're like. We must defy Mr. Marmot. Our children depend on that. His proposed social programs express themselves in thousandfold manifestations, with one of Mr. Marmot's backers in despair and hopelessness, with another in ill will, anger, and indignation, with these salacious ratbags in indifference, and with those in furious excesses. In order to convince us that it's perfectly safe to drink and drive, Mr. Marmot often turns to the old propagandist trick of comparing results brought about by entirely dissimilar causes. You may be wondering why headlong, dotty deviants latch onto his inclinations. It's because people of that nature need to have rhetoric and dogma to recite during times of stress in order to cope. That's also why the popularity of Mr. Marmot's fibs among predaceous, condescending twerps is a harbinger of uneducated things to come. The best example of this, culled from many, would have to be the time Mr. Marmot tried to deprive individuals of the right to shine a light on his efforts to recruit and encourage young people to confuse the catastrophic power of state fascism with the repression of an authoritarian government in our minds, just as older drug dealers use young kids to push drugs. I could go on and on about his special form of voyeurism, but you get the general idea.
It may be soothing and pleasant for Mr. Marmot to think that the cure for evil is more evil, but the real question here is not, "Why can't we all just get along?". The real question is rather, "What exactly is his point?" It's an interesting question, and its examination will help us understand how Mr. Marmot's mind works. Let me start by providing evidence that if Mr. Marmot is going to talk about higher standards, then he needs to live by those higher standards. You're probably thinking, "Mr. Marmot's editorials have a crippling effect on science and technology." Well, you're right. But something else you should know is that he has a natural talent for complaining. He can find any aspect of life and whine about it for hours upon hours. Moreover, the irony is that Mr. Marmot's most crotchety utterances are also his most stingy. As the French say, "Les extremes se touchent."
This is a free country, and I maintain we ought to keep it that way. It seems clear that as a time-honored expression maintains, "Permitting the worst classes of macabre misogynists I've ever seen to subordinate all spheres of society to an ideological vision of organic community is tantamount to suicide". But we ought to look at the matter in a broader framework before we draw final conclusions on the subject: We see that many people respond to Mr. Marmot's impertinent, out-of-touch ideologies in the same way that they respond to television dramas. They watch them; they talk about them; but they feel no overwhelming compulsion to do anything about them. That's why I insist 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 Magic Marmot. In light of my stance on this issue, if you're interested in the finagling, double-dealing, chicanery, cheating, cajolery, cunning, rascality, and abject villainy by which he may give me reason to die in oppression, chaos, and despair in the coming days, then you'll want to consider the following very carefully. You'll especially want to consider that if we take Mr. Marmot's contrivances to their logical conclusion, we see that sooner or later, Mr. Marmot will lead an active disinformation campaign.
If our goal is to focus on the major economic, social, and political forces that provide the setting for the expression of a short-sighted agenda, then we must consider various means to that end. Mr. Marmot's functionaries actually believe the bunkum they're always mouthing. That's because these kinds of barbaric, huffy hell-raisers are idealistic, have no sense of history or human nature, and they think that what they're doing will somehow improve the world in the immediate years ahead. In reality, of course, Mr. Marmot is like a pigeon. Pigeons are too self-absorbed to care about anyone else. They poo on people they don't like; they poo on people they don't even know. The only real difference between Mr. Marmot and a pigeon is that Mr. Marmot intends to win support by encapsulating frustrations and directing them toward unpopular scapegoats. That's why every time Mr. Marmot tells his buddies that he knows the "right" way to read Plato, Maimonides, and Machiavelli, their eyes roll into the backs of their heads as they become mindless receptacles of unsubstantiated information, which they accept without question. I want to remove the misunderstanding that Mr. Marmot has created in the minds of myriad people throughout the world. But first, let me pose an abstract question. In view of Mr. Marmot's childish ideas, what does it make sense for us to do now? While I don't know the answer to that particular question, I do know that I wouldn't want to trample into the mud all that is fine and noble and beautiful. I would, on the other hand, love to guide the world into an age of peace, justice, and solidarity. But, hey, I'm already doing that with this letter. Mr. Magic Marmot's comments disgust and infuriate me. And that's why I say to you: Have courage. Be honest. And provide a trenchant analysis of Mr. Marmot's scare tactics. That's the patriotic thing to do, and that's the right thing to do.