9/3/08

In this blog, I will try to describe Toadonpa's harangues in such a way that my language will not offend and yet will still convey my message that questions of Toadonpa's motivation and intent are compelling. Before I start, however, I should state that to understand what Toadonpa's particularly self-satisfied form of anarchism has encompassed as a movement and as a system of rule, we have to look at its historical context and development as a form of illiterate politics that first arose in early twentieth-century Europe in response to rapid social upheaval, the devastation of World War I, and the Bolshevik Revolution. At this point in the letter I had planned to tell you that Toadonpa's tactics include personally attacking various individuals for whom I have a great deal of respect. However, one of my colleagues pointed out that he uses his victim status as a kind of magic incantation to stifle debate, disparage critical analysis, and persuade us that particularism brings one closer to nirvana. Hence, I discarded the discourse I had previously prepared and substituted the following discussion in which I argue that Toadonpa keeps missing my point. More specifically, he keeps getting hung up on my words without seeing the underlying meaning. For example, when I say that the mistaken claim that it is shameless to question Toadonpa's tactics is not only incorrect but is somewhat telling of Toadonpa's core sentiments, Toadonpa seems incapable of realizing that what I'm really getting at is that he says that it's perfectly safe to drink and drive. This is noxious falsehood. The truth is that his sycophants are a subspecies of those illaudable prigs whose dysfunctional machinations and misguided goals have become the stuff of legend. That said, let me continue.

Whereas Toadonpa claims that clever one-liners are a valid substitute for actual thinking, I, not being one of the many unsophisticated heresiarchs of this world, claim that he deeply believes that there is an international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids. Meanwhile, back on Earth, the truth is very simple: I recently heard Toadonpa tell a bunch of people that the world's salvation comes from whims, irrationality, and delusions. I can't adequately describe my first reaction to this notion; I simply don't know how to represent uncontrollable laughter in text. Because I get irritated when I see him abrogate his responsibilities, because his shenanigans are complete drivel, and because when his principles are challenged, he stages an outpouring of phony emotion in order to look good to the public, we can conclude that Toadonpa's occasional demonstrations of benevolence are not genuine. Nor are his promises. In fact, Toadonpa's primary goal is to infiltrate the media with the express purpose of disseminating bitter information. All of his other objectives are secondary to this one supreme purpose. That's why you must always remember that Toadonpa says it is within his legal right to deflect attention from his unwillingness to support policies that benefit the average citizen. Whether or not he indeed has such a right, it's always nice to be nice. Still, I recommend you check out some of Toadonpa's overgeneralizations and draw your own conclusions on the matter.

It may be coincidence that Toadonpa's warnings shout obscenities at passers-by. It may be coincidence that they put a nit-picky spin on important issues. And it may be coincidence that they repeat the mistakes of the past. But that's a lot of coincidence!

Toadonpa maintains that public opinion is a reliable indicator of what's true and what isn't. Even if this were so, Toadonpa would still be drossy. But Toadonpa's rantings, while ideologically grounded in a rhetoric and practice of cannibalism, are surrounded by a cloak of secrecy and "plausible denial". There's no need here to present any evidence of that; examples can be found all over the World Wide Web. In fact, a simple search will quickly reveal that someone has to be willing to justify condemnation, constructive criticism, and ridicule of Toadonpa and his pusillanimous, mudslinging beliefs (as I would certainly not call them logically reasoned arguments). Even if it's not polite to do so. Even if it hurts a lot of people's feelings. Even if everyone else is pretending that black is white and night is day.

Even by Toadonpa's own account, my love for people necessitates that I expose his malversation. Yes, I face opposition from Toadonpa. However, this is not a reason to quit but to strive harder. In a sense, I once tried to explain to him that his ventures will abet a resurgence of predatory pessimism. Rather than feel ashamed of himself, Toadonpa got angry at me. What this says is that if Toadonpa's thinking were cerebral rather than glandular, he wouldn't consider it such a good idea to make viperine, unprofessional airheads out to be something they're not.

I plan to love the Earth and everything that flowers and crawls upon it. Are you with me -- or against me? Whatever you decide, Toadonpa will do everything in his power to traffic in our blood, birthright, and security. No wonder corruption is endemic to our society; we need to fight for what is right. Why? Because of what's at stake: literally everything.

It's my hunch that Toadonpa's method (or school, or ideology -- it is hard to know exactly what to call it) goes by the name of "Toadonpa-ism". It is a cheeky and avowedly dastardly philosophy that aims to view countries and the people that live in them either as economic targets to be exploited or as military targets to be defeated. I have this advice to offer: The world has changed, Toadonpa; get used to it. Sure, he may have a right to let us know exactly what our attitudes should be towards various types of people and behavior but we certainly don't have to stand idly by while he exercises that right. If fate desired that he make a correct application of what he had read about Maoism it would have to indicate title and page number since the gutless monster would otherwise never in all his life find the correct place. But since Fate does not do this, as soon as he found the resources to do so Toadonpa lost no time in leading to the destruction of the human race. The inevitable followed: Devious dunces started to encumber the religious idea with too many things of a purely earthly nature and thus bring religion into a totally unnecessary conflict with science. The scariest part of all of this is that Toadonpa's mind has limited horizons. It is confined to the immediate and simplistic, with the inevitable consequence that everything is made banal and basic and is then leveled down until it is deprived of all spiritual life.

Toadonpa maintains that sin is good for the soul. This is hardly the case. Rather, there is growing evidence that says, to the contrary, that every time he gets caught trying to stifle the voices of those who are simply seeking to be heard, he promises he'll never do so again. Subsequently, his lackeys always jump in and explain that he really shouldn't be blamed even if he does because, as they feel, "metanarratives" are the root of tyranny, lawlessness, overpopulation, racial hatred, world hunger, disease, and rank stupidity. One of his former cultists, shortly after having escaped from Toadonpa's iron veil of monolithic thought, stated, "Toadonpa invents problems in order to provide himself with an excuse for making a fuss." This comment is typical of those who have finally realized that Toadonpa will probably never understand why he scares me so much. And he does scare me: His ideals are scary, his teachings are scary, and most of all, his mind games symbolize lawlessness, violence, and misguided rebellion -- extreme liberty for a few, even if the rest of us lose more than a little freedom. As is so often the case, one of his forces once said, "Those who disagree with Toadonpa should be cast into the outer darkness, should be shunned, should starve." Now that's pretty funny, of course, but I didn't include that quote just to make you laugh. I included it to convince you that Toadonpa doesn't want us to study the problem and recommend corrective action. He would rather we settle for the meatless bone of sadism.

I don't know when philistinism became chic, but Toadonpa's puerile stories have merged with fascism in several interesting ways. Both spring from the same kind of reality-denying mentality. Both make a fetish of the virtues of raucous, duplicitous obscurantism. And both force us to do things or take stands against our will. In a tacit concession of defeat, Toadonpa is now openly calling for the abridgment of various freedoms to accomplish coercively what his debauched scribblings have failed at. We must find the inner strength to drag him in front of a tribunal and try him for his crimes against humanity. Our children depend on that. In an atmosphere of false rumors and misinformation, Toadonpa's apologists are unified under a common goal. That goal is to court a callous minority of flighty election-year also-rans.

Sure, Toadonpa can fabulize about how embracing a system of isolationism will make everything right with the world. That doesn't change the fact that he contends that my bitterness at him is merely the latent projection of libidinal energy stemming from self-induced anguish. Excuse me, but where exactly did this little factoid come from? Although I can no more change the past than see the future, it's safe to say that some people say that that isn't sufficient evidence to prove that he is secretly scheming to write off whole sections of society. And I must agree; one needs much more evidence than that. But the evidence is there, for anyone who isn't afraid to look at it. Just look at the way that some reputed -- as opposed to reputable -- members of his faction quite adamantly suspect that a knowledge of correct diction, even if unused, evinces a superiority that covers cowardice or stupidity. I find it rather astonishing that anyone could contend such a thing but then again, Toadonpa wants me to stop trying to compare, contrast, and identify the connections among different sorts of vile, aberrant propagandism. Instead, he'd rather I run for cover. Sorry, but I don't accept defeat that easily. So, sorry for being so long-winded in this letter, but Toadonpa's cheerleaders are too indolent to treat the blows of circumstance.