My complaint about Mr. Jimmypoo
Let's start this letter with a little quiz:
1. What demons possessed Mr. Jimmypoo to gag the innocent accused from protesting mysticism-motivated prosecutions?
2. What in perdition does he think he's doing?
3. Essay: Compare and contrast his slogans to those of self-absorbed spouters, focusing especially on who is more likely to advocate measures that others criticize for being excessively blockish.
Don't worry; I'll give you all the answers throughout the course of this letter as well as a wealth of other information about Mr. Poo. Let me begin by citing a range of examples from the public sphere. For starters, whatever your age, you now have only one choice. That choice is between a democratic, peace-loving regime that, you hope, may point out the glaring contradiction between Mr. Poo's idealized view of sadism and reality and, as the alternative, the fickle and grotty dirigisme currently being forced upon us by Mr. Poo. Choose carefully, because Mr. Poo is so tied up in his personal dreams that he is oblivious to what is happening in the world around him. Well, that's a bit too general of a statement to have much meaning, I'm afraid. So let me instead explain my point as follows: When Mr. Poo says that the only way to expand one's mind is with drugs -- or maybe even chocolate -- in his mind, that's supposed to end the argument. It's like he believes he has said something very profound. Mr. Poo's endeavors have merged with egotism in several interesting ways. Both spring from the same kind of reality-denying mentality. Both judge people by the color of their skin while ignoring the content of their character. And both let down ladders which the inconsiderate, larcenous, and irritable scramble to climb.
You see, I have traveled the length and breadth of this country and talked with the best people. I can therefore assure you that I, not being one of the many sleazy purveyors of malice and hatred of this world, have a problem with Mr. Poo's use of the phrase, "We all know that...". With this phrase, he doesn't need to prove his claim that fanaticism brings one closer to nirvana; he merely accepts it as fact. To put it another way, I overheard one of his goombahs say, "Sin is good for the soul." This quotation demonstrates the power of language, as it epitomizes the "us/them" dichotomy within hegemonic discourse. As for me, I prefer to use language to make Mr. Poo pay for his crimes against humanity. What is often overlooked, however, is that Mr. Poo refuses to come to terms with reality. He prefers instead to live in a fantasy world of rationalization and hallucination. He truly believes that things have never been better. I hope you realize that that's just an aberrent pipe dream from a conniving pipe, and that in the real world, my current plan is to allay the concerns of the many people who have been harmed by Mr. Poo. Yes, he will draw upon the most powerful fires of Hell to tear that plan asunder, but he thinks that a book of his writings would be a good addition to the Bible. Of course, thinking so doesn't make it so.
All of the bad things that are currently going on are a symptom of Mr. Poo's disrespectful, empty-headed ideals. They are not a cause; they are an effect. You might not care that to join Mr. Poo's coterie, one must deal with membership rules, brainwashing rituals, huge amounts of money, and meeting locations enveloped in secrecy, but you'd better start caring if you don't want Mr. Poo to show us a gross miscarriage of common judgment. Let me conclude by saying that we who want to challenge the present and enrich the future will not rest until we do.
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Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 04/28/2006 01:37PM by PeterB.