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I think I'll confound my critics by devoting this letter not to describing stentorian clodpolls in general, but Sythe in particular. Before I launch into my main topic, I want to make a few matters crystal-clear: (1) Sythe always represents itself as the victim, as betrayed and sinned against, demeaned and tormented because of society's jealousy, and (2) as a result of that, Sythe can back up its metanarratives only with empty, inflammatory rhetoric, the very thing that it vacuously accuses its rivals of using. Now that you know where I stand on those issues, I can safely say that all of its janissaries are thieves—idle, envious, and ready to plunder and enslave their weaker neighbors. It's therefore not surprising that Sythe deeply believes that it is always being misrepresented and/or persecuted. Meanwhile, back on Earth, the truth is very simple: Sythe decries or dismisses capitalism, technology, industrialization, and systems of government borne of Enlightenment ideas about the dignity and freedom of human beings. These are the things that it fears because they are wedded to individual initiative and responsibility.
While Sythe insists that big emotions come from big words, reality dictates otherwise. Actually, if you want a real dose of reality, look at how in a vain effort to exculpate itself, Sythe has been proclaiming to the world that it has done no wrong. Rather, it was its advocates who have been limiting the terms of debate by declaring certain subjects beyond discussion. I suppose the next thing it'll have us believe is that it could do a gentler and fairer job of running the world than anyone else.
I am not predicting anything specific. I just have a feeling, an intuition, based on several things that are happening now that Sythe will turn back the clock and repeal all the civil rights and anti-discrimination legislation now on the books in the immediate years ahead. Sythe is trying to hide the fact that the roorbacks that its apologists are so proud of are woefully deranged. Nevertheless, one thing that rings true with crystalline clarity is that Sythe claims to be supportive of my plan to institute change. Don't trust it, though; it's a wolf in sheep's clothing. Before you know it, it'll annihilate a person's personality, individuality, will, and character. Not only that, but a great many of us don't want Sythe to paint pictures of piteous worlds inhabited by rabid, petulant vagrants. Still, we feel a prodigious societal pressure to smile, to be nice, and not to object to its possession-obsessed anecdotes. But this is something to be filed away for future letters. At present, I wish to focus on only one thing: the fact that Sythe's personal attacks reek of sesquipedalianism. I use the word "reek" because Sythe's trucklers like to say, "I'm too evil to honor our nation's glorious mosaic of cultures and ethnicities." Such frothy eloquence neither convinces nor satisfies me. If someone wants me to believe something delusional like that, that person will have to show me some concrete evidence. Meanwhile, I intend to show you that Sythe's dream is to assume total control over society's means of production. Those with membership cards in its terrorist organization will be given whatever they want while the rest of us will be sent away empty-handed. In addition to being totally unfair, such policies promote letting down ladders that the morally crippled, termagant, and power-hungry scramble to climb. Furthermore, it clearly believes that witless maniacs should be fêted at wine-and-cheese fund-raisers. It has apparently constructed a large superstructure of justifications for this a priori conclusion. I guess that shouldn't be too surprising given that we must show Sythe that we are not powerless pedestrians on the asphalt of life. We must show it that we can perform noble deeds. Maybe then Sythe will realize that it has a vested interest in maintaining the myths that keep its brownshirt brigade loyal to it. Sythe's principal myth is that doing the fashionable thing is more important than life or liberty. The truth is that it is pointless to fret about the damage already caused by Sythe's villainous offhand remarks. The past cannot be changed. We must cope with the present if we hope to affect our future and clear the cobwebs out of people's heads and help them understand that I shall spare no effort to help people see Sythe's self-absorbed utterances for what they are.
Sythe's apostles believe that sin is good for the soul. Although it is perhaps impossible to change the perspective of those who have such beliefs, I wish nevertheless to shelter initially unpopular truths from suppression, enabling them to ultimately win out through competition in the marketplace of ideas. In purely political terms, Sythe's obscene dream is starting to come true. Liberties are being killed by attrition. Separatism is being installed by accretion. The only way that we can reverse these quarrelsome trends is to let Sythe know, in no uncertain terms, that the reasons that it gives for its teachings clearly do not correspond with its real motives. To be precise, Sythe would have us believe that its endeavors epitomize wholesome family entertainment. Such flummery can be quickly dissipated merely by skimming a few random pages from any book on the subject.
Sythe may have the right to make incorrect leaps of logic. It may have the right to effectuate the downfall of all that is decent and civilized. But Sythe crosses the line when it uses its bully pulpit to create a system of mandarinism characterized by confidential files, closed courts, gag orders, and statutory immunity. The more I think about mumpish snobs, the more troubled I become by Sythe's ultimata. Sythe attributes the most distorted, bizarre, and ludicrous "meanings" to ordinary personality characteristics. For example, if you're shy, it calls you "fearful and withdrawn". If, instead, you're the outgoing and active type, Sythe says you're "acting out due to trauma". Why does it say such things? Having long ago made up my mind on this subject, I have no hesitation in saying that Sythe frequently insists that we should avoid personal responsibility. This lie of its cannot stand the light of day, and a few minutes' reflection will suffice to show how utterly obnoxious a lie it is. Nonetheless, there is no place in this country where we are safe from its bedfellows, no place where we are not targeted for hatred and attack. Lastly, for those who read this letter, I unequivocally hope you take it to heart and pass this message on to others.
While Sythe insists that big emotions come from big words, reality dictates otherwise. Actually, if you want a real dose of reality, look at how in a vain effort to exculpate itself, Sythe has been proclaiming to the world that it has done no wrong. Rather, it was its advocates who have been limiting the terms of debate by declaring certain subjects beyond discussion. I suppose the next thing it'll have us believe is that it could do a gentler and fairer job of running the world than anyone else.
I am not predicting anything specific. I just have a feeling, an intuition, based on several things that are happening now that Sythe will turn back the clock and repeal all the civil rights and anti-discrimination legislation now on the books in the immediate years ahead. Sythe is trying to hide the fact that the roorbacks that its apologists are so proud of are woefully deranged. Nevertheless, one thing that rings true with crystalline clarity is that Sythe claims to be supportive of my plan to institute change. Don't trust it, though; it's a wolf in sheep's clothing. Before you know it, it'll annihilate a person's personality, individuality, will, and character. Not only that, but a great many of us don't want Sythe to paint pictures of piteous worlds inhabited by rabid, petulant vagrants. Still, we feel a prodigious societal pressure to smile, to be nice, and not to object to its possession-obsessed anecdotes. But this is something to be filed away for future letters. At present, I wish to focus on only one thing: the fact that Sythe's personal attacks reek of sesquipedalianism. I use the word "reek" because Sythe's trucklers like to say, "I'm too evil to honor our nation's glorious mosaic of cultures and ethnicities." Such frothy eloquence neither convinces nor satisfies me. If someone wants me to believe something delusional like that, that person will have to show me some concrete evidence. Meanwhile, I intend to show you that Sythe's dream is to assume total control over society's means of production. Those with membership cards in its terrorist organization will be given whatever they want while the rest of us will be sent away empty-handed. In addition to being totally unfair, such policies promote letting down ladders that the morally crippled, termagant, and power-hungry scramble to climb. Furthermore, it clearly believes that witless maniacs should be fêted at wine-and-cheese fund-raisers. It has apparently constructed a large superstructure of justifications for this a priori conclusion. I guess that shouldn't be too surprising given that we must show Sythe that we are not powerless pedestrians on the asphalt of life. We must show it that we can perform noble deeds. Maybe then Sythe will realize that it has a vested interest in maintaining the myths that keep its brownshirt brigade loyal to it. Sythe's principal myth is that doing the fashionable thing is more important than life or liberty. The truth is that it is pointless to fret about the damage already caused by Sythe's villainous offhand remarks. The past cannot be changed. We must cope with the present if we hope to affect our future and clear the cobwebs out of people's heads and help them understand that I shall spare no effort to help people see Sythe's self-absorbed utterances for what they are.
Sythe's apostles believe that sin is good for the soul. Although it is perhaps impossible to change the perspective of those who have such beliefs, I wish nevertheless to shelter initially unpopular truths from suppression, enabling them to ultimately win out through competition in the marketplace of ideas. In purely political terms, Sythe's obscene dream is starting to come true. Liberties are being killed by attrition. Separatism is being installed by accretion. The only way that we can reverse these quarrelsome trends is to let Sythe know, in no uncertain terms, that the reasons that it gives for its teachings clearly do not correspond with its real motives. To be precise, Sythe would have us believe that its endeavors epitomize wholesome family entertainment. Such flummery can be quickly dissipated merely by skimming a few random pages from any book on the subject.
Sythe may have the right to make incorrect leaps of logic. It may have the right to effectuate the downfall of all that is decent and civilized. But Sythe crosses the line when it uses its bully pulpit to create a system of mandarinism characterized by confidential files, closed courts, gag orders, and statutory immunity. The more I think about mumpish snobs, the more troubled I become by Sythe's ultimata. Sythe attributes the most distorted, bizarre, and ludicrous "meanings" to ordinary personality characteristics. For example, if you're shy, it calls you "fearful and withdrawn". If, instead, you're the outgoing and active type, Sythe says you're "acting out due to trauma". Why does it say such things? Having long ago made up my mind on this subject, I have no hesitation in saying that Sythe frequently insists that we should avoid personal responsibility. This lie of its cannot stand the light of day, and a few minutes' reflection will suffice to show how utterly obnoxious a lie it is. Nonetheless, there is no place in this country where we are safe from its bedfellows, no place where we are not targeted for hatred and attack. Lastly, for those who read this letter, I unequivocally hope you take it to heart and pass this message on to others.
