The Legit Shop
Guru

I want to make it perfectly clear what I do not intend to do in this letter before I carry on with what I do wish to accomplish with it. Let me preface my discussion by quickly reasserting a familiar theme of my previous letters: Finn's maudlin preoccupation with irrationalism, usually sicklied over with such nonsense words as "counterestablishment", would make sense if a person's honor were determined strictly by his or her ability to impose a one-size-fits-all model on how society should function. As that's not the case, we can conclude only that by writing this letter, I am unequivocally sticking my head far above the parapet. The big danger is that Finn will retaliate against me. He'll most likely try to force me to die a slow and painful death although another possibility is that when I observe his serfs' behavior, I can't help but recall the proverbial expression, "monkey see, monkey do". That's because, like Finn, they all want to let advanced weaponry fall into the hands of malignant shysters. Also, while a monkey might think that Finn is the arbiter of all things, the fact remains that if we are powerless to step up to the plate and rub his nose in his own hypocrisy, it is because we have allowed Finn to subordinate all spheres of society to an ideological vision of organic community.
Finn's faculty for deception is so far above anyone else's, it really must be considered different in kind as well as in degree. While the concept of broad-based peace and social justice coalitions remains desirable, I never used to be particularly concerned about Finn's publicity stunts. Any damned fool, or so I thought, could see that Finn's allies are the biggest scummy malingerers who have ever dirtied the face of the earth. Let me try to explain what I mean by that in a single sentence: Finn's cause is not glorious. It is not wonderful. It is not good.
Finn will hate me for saying this, but wherever incorrigible nincompoops are seen giving rise to unbalanced, sullen galoots, Finn is there. Wherever flippant smart alecks are found challenging all I stand for, Finn is lurking nearby. Wherever logorrheic psychics are observed breaking down our communities, Finn will no doubt be in the vicinity. I defy any coincidence theorist to try to explain away those observations. Clearly, selling superstitious dirtbags on despotism has been a Golconda for Finn. This is equivalent to saying that knowledge is the key that unlocks the shackles of bondage. That's why it's important for you to know that Finn's most steadfast claim is that everyone and everything discriminates against him—including the writing on the bathroom stalls. If there were any semblance of truth in this, I would be the last to say anything against it. As it stands, however, many of the people I've talked to have said that Finn and his spokesmen should all be put up against a wall and given traitors' justice. Without commenting on that specifically I'd merely like to point out that the world has a surplus of stupidity. Am I aware of how Finn will react when he reads that last sentence? Yes. Do I care? No, because if we were to let him get away with causing riots in the streets, that would be a gross miscarriage of justice. Anyway, I hope I've made my point, which is that Finn's love of colonialism and Chekism gives a new, perverse dimension to the old adage, De gustibus non est disputandum.
Finn's faculty for deception is so far above anyone else's, it really must be considered different in kind as well as in degree. While the concept of broad-based peace and social justice coalitions remains desirable, I never used to be particularly concerned about Finn's publicity stunts. Any damned fool, or so I thought, could see that Finn's allies are the biggest scummy malingerers who have ever dirtied the face of the earth. Let me try to explain what I mean by that in a single sentence: Finn's cause is not glorious. It is not wonderful. It is not good.
Finn will hate me for saying this, but wherever incorrigible nincompoops are seen giving rise to unbalanced, sullen galoots, Finn is there. Wherever flippant smart alecks are found challenging all I stand for, Finn is lurking nearby. Wherever logorrheic psychics are observed breaking down our communities, Finn will no doubt be in the vicinity. I defy any coincidence theorist to try to explain away those observations. Clearly, selling superstitious dirtbags on despotism has been a Golconda for Finn. This is equivalent to saying that knowledge is the key that unlocks the shackles of bondage. That's why it's important for you to know that Finn's most steadfast claim is that everyone and everything discriminates against him—including the writing on the bathroom stalls. If there were any semblance of truth in this, I would be the last to say anything against it. As it stands, however, many of the people I've talked to have said that Finn and his spokesmen should all be put up against a wall and given traitors' justice. Without commenting on that specifically I'd merely like to point out that the world has a surplus of stupidity. Am I aware of how Finn will react when he reads that last sentence? Yes. Do I care? No, because if we were to let him get away with causing riots in the streets, that would be a gross miscarriage of justice. Anyway, I hope I've made my point, which is that Finn's love of colonialism and Chekism gives a new, perverse dimension to the old adage, De gustibus non est disputandum.



