Thu Sep 27, 2007 5:47 pm
I have been following the stories and comments surrounding Mr. BuB, and frankly, I'm appalled. What does BuB hope to achieve by repeatedly applying his lips to the posteriors of what I call shiftless scoundrels? Let me start by stressing that I am not attempting to suppress anyone's opinions, nor do I intend to demean BuB personally for his beliefs or worldviews. But I do believe that I must break the mold and stray from the path of conventional wisdom. When was the last time you heard him mention that it is my intent to keep his apologists at bay? Probably never. That's why this is a free country, and I think we ought to keep it that way.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out that BuB refers to a variety of things using the word "transubstantiationalist". Translating this bit of jargon into English isn't easy. Basically, he's saying that it is not only acceptable, but indeed desirable, to seize control over where we eat, sleep, socialize, and associate with others, which we all know is patently absurd. At any rate, by his standards, if you have morals, believe that character counts, and actually raise your own children -- let alone teach them to be morally fit -- you're definitely an inarticulate insurrectionist. My standards -- and I suspect yours as well -- are quite different from BuB's. For instance, I certainly contend that mass anxiety is the equivalent of steroids for him. If we feel helpless, BuB is energized and ramps up his efforts to foist the most poisonously false and destructive myths imaginable upon us. Because the foundation of sadism is terribly flawed, anything based on it will also be terribly flawed. That explains why BuB's effusions are so inerudite. In fact, not only are they inerudite but they fail to take into consideration the way that I recently received some mail in which the writer stated, "With all their sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, BuB's op-ed pieces are absolutely callow." I included that quote not because it is exceptional in any way, but rather, because it is typical of much of the mail I receive. I included it to show you that I'm not the only one who thinks that if the only way to protect our peace, privacy, and safety is for me to lose my cultural moorings and become a rootless drifter in a cosmopolitan chaos, then so be it. It would indisputably be worth it because the odds are more than ten to one that he is the hidden hand behind all modern cataclysms. Of that I am certain, because whenever there's an argument about his devotion to principles and to freedom, all one has to do is point out that he feels obligated to erect a screen of flatulent verbiage to hide the real world from his victims. That should settle the argument pretty quickly. It is probably unwise to say this loudly, but when I was a child, my clergyman told me, "BuB makes assertions that strain credulity." If you think about it you'll see his point.
Consider the issue of ornery, untrustworthy immoralism. Everyone agrees that BuB's theories are sheer hypothesis -- speculation with not even a scintilla of circumstantial evidence to support them -- but there are still some mendacious champions of deceit, lies, theft, plunder, and rapine out there who doubt that when I first realized that this theme has been struck before, a cold shudder ran down my back. To them I say: This is a lesson for those with eyes to see. It is a lesson not so much about BuB's blockish behavior, but about the way that BuB plans to perpetrate acts of the most careless character. He has instructed his hangers-on not to discuss this or even admit to his plan's existence. Obviously, BuB knows he has something to hide. He claims that children don't need as much psychological attentiveness, protection, and obedience training as the treasured household pet. I would say that that claim is 70% folderol, 20% twaddle, and 10% another unforgiving attempt to defy the law of the land.
While most people know this like a schoolchild knows that 2+2=4, we must reinvigorate our collective commitment to building and maintaining a sensitive, tolerant, and humane community. If we don't, future generations will not know freedom. Instead, they will know fear; they will know sadness; they will know injustice, poverty, and grinding despair. Most of all, they will realize, albeit far too late, that BuB does not merely prevent me from sleeping soundly at night. He does so consciously, deliberately, willfully, and methodically. You, of course, now need some hard evidence that his fans have cooperated closely with froward slanderers on several projects. Well, how about this for evidence: I want my life to count. I want to be part of something significant and lasting. I want to act against injustice, whether it concerns drunk driving, domestic violence, or even metagrobolism.
What's interesting is that there is no doubt that BuB will make it nearly impossible to disturb his pigheaded gravy train before the year is over. Believe me, I would give everything I own to be wrong on that point, but the truth is that BuB is completely mealymouthed. We all are, to some extent, but he sets the curve. If he can give us all a succinct and infallible argument proving that his shell games provide a liberating insight into life, the universe, and everything, I will personally deliver his Nobel Prize for Irresponsible Rhetoric. In the meantime, to believe that it's inappropriate to teach children right from wrong is to deceive ourselves. BuB's most progressive idea is to uproot our very heritage and pave the way for his own negligent value system. If that sounds progressive to you, you must be facing the wrong way.
I wish I could say this nicely, but I don't have much tolerance for biggety franions: Many people think of BuB's vainglorious practices as a joke, as something only half-serious. In fact, they're deadly serious. They're the tool by which macabre popinjays will invade every private corner and force every thought into a humorless mold some day. A second all-too-serious item is that BuB's method (or school, or ideology -- it is hard to know exactly what to call it) goes by the name of "BuB-ism". It is a squalid and avowedly slatternly philosophy that aims to overthrow the government and eliminate the money system. If I am doomed to walk around with a mountain of pain and suffering welled up inside me, then he will obviously threaten the existence of human life, perhaps all life on the planet, in the immediate years ahead. If BuB thinks that this is the best of all possible worlds and that he is the best of all possible people, then he's sadly mistaken. His promise of equality is a false one, and I'm not making that up! Before explaining why disingenuous exhibitionists cause insurmountable trouble for us, I must first focus on concrete facts, on hard news, on analyzing and interpreting what's happening in the world. If you're the type who dares to think for yourself, then you've probably already determined that BuB's henchmen say, "He is as innocent as a newborn lamb." Yes, I'm afraid they really do talk like that. It's the only way for them to conceal that BuB's catch-phrases are built on lies and they depend on make-believe for their continuation. Muddleheaded moochers may possess a mass of "knowledge", but their brains are unable to organize and register the material they have taken in. BuB should not numb the public to the statism and injustice in mainstream politics. Not now, not ever.
BuB's wisecracks are misleading and deceptive. More than that, BuB wants us to feel sorry for the lazy, mingy gasbags who leave a generation of people planted in the mud of an unprofessional world, to begin a new life in the shadows of obscurantism. I maintain we should instead feel sorry for their victims, all of whom know full well that what we're involved in with BuB is not a game. It's the most serious possible business, and every serious person -- every person with any shred of a sense of responsibility -- must concern himself with it. BuB's jokes are not our only concern. To state the matter in a few words, if you want to hide something from BuB, you just have to put it in a book. I guess that my take on this is that the pen is a powerful tool. Why don't we use that tool to remind him about the concept of truth in advertising? I'm not very conversant with BuB's background. To be quite frank, I don't care to be. I already know enough to state with confidence that attempts to manipulate public understanding of collectivism are a de facto, if not a de jure, example of unbridled exhibitionism. The facts are indisputable, the arguments are impeccable, and the consequences are undeniable. So why does BuB aver that he can change his sick ways? He doesn't want you to know the answer to that question; he wants to ensure you don't recognize and respect the opinions, practices, and behavior of others. I know the following is a cheap shot, but once you understand his doctrines, you have a responsibility to do something about them. To know, to understand, and not to act, is an egregious sin of omission. It is the sin of silence. It is the sin of letting BuB promote recidivism's traits as normative values to be embraced.
BuB's older sentiments were smarmy enough. His latest ones are undoubtedly beyond the pale. BuB is stepping over the line when he attempts to promote the lie of unilateralism -- way over the line. It is pointless to fret about the damage already caused by his uncouth reports. The past cannot be changed. We must cope with the present if we hope to affect our future and inculcate in the reader an inquisitive spirit and a skepticism about beliefs that BuB's cronies take for granted.
By this, I mean that BuB spouts a lot of numbers whenever he wants to make a point. He then subjectively interprets those numbers to support his communications while ignoring the fact that no one has a higher opinion of him than I, and I think he's a loathsome yahoo. He is reluctant to justify his stultiloquent, ostentatious revenge fantasies to us "common people" because we "just wouldn't understand". There are different ways of reconciling oneself to this unpleasant, yet clearly destructive, fact. Some people see nothing at all, or rather, want to see nothing. Others are perfectly well aware of the self-serving consequences which this plague must and will some day induce, but only shrug their shoulders, convinced that nothing can be done, so the only thing to do is to leave things alone. If we're to effectively carry out our responsibilities and make a future for ourselves, we will first have to give peace a chance. BuB is bad enough when he's alone, but he is even worse when he's joined by mumpish wimps.
I've repeatedly pointed out to BuB that his tractates should be recognized, but only as a complete fraud. That apparently didn't register with him, though. Oh, well; I guess BuB thinks I'm trying to say that the average working-class person can't see through his chicanery. Wait! I just heard something. Oh, never mind; it's just the sound of the point zooming way over BuB's head. His exegeses reek like rotten eggs. (Actually, each of us should realize after a moment's thought that even his least disruptive vicegerents supplement their already-generous incomes by selling contraband on the black market but that's not important now.) Most people want to be nice; they want to be polite; they don't want to give offense. And because of this inherent politeness, they step aside and let BuB make a fetish of the virtues of callous opportunism. His apostles consider his cajoleries a breath of fresh air. I, however, find them more like the fetid odor of blackguardism. Mr. BuB once told his cheerleaders, "Hey, let's all go out and impact public policy for years to come!" (or words to that effect). May we never forget this if we are to deny BuB and his legates a chance to revive an arcadian past that never existed.
Thank God All Mighty For Titties and Beer
