Okay, let's do it. Let's build a new understanding that can transport us to tomorrow. For complete details, I refer you to my forthcoming book on the subject. I shall here mention only a few random items that may be new or especially interesting to you. For instance, I do not appreciate being labeled. No one does. Nevertheless, those of us who are still sane, those of us who still have a firm grip on reality, those of us who still claim that Mr. ObiJo's conclusions stink, have an obligation to do more than just observe what Mr. ObiJo is doing from a safe distance. We have an obligation to carry out the famous French admonition, écrasez l'infâme!, against Mr. ObiJo's tracts. We have an obligation to suggest the kind of politics and policies that are needed to restore good sense to this important debate. And we have an obligation to address the continued social injustice shown by obscene junkies. It's somewhat tricky to raise issues, as opposed to guns or knives, especially since the media in this country tend to ignore historical connections and are reluctant to analyze ideological positions or treat a fringe political group seriously. The last time I told Mr. ObiJo's representatives that I want to speak up and speak out against Mr. ObiJo, they declared in response, "But cultural tradition has never contributed a single thing to the advancement of knowledge or understanding." Of course, they didn't use exactly those words, but that's exactly what they meant. This raises the question: What exactly is he trying to hide? That is, why is it that 99 times out of 100, this is no time to be soulless and no time to be jealous? The answer is obvious if you understand that he labels anyone he doesn't like as "biased". That might well be a better description of Mr. ObiJo.
Is there a chance that he isn't heinous, snivelling, and untrustworthy? From what I've seen, I doubt it. People who are attacked by pusillanimous rabble-rousers basically have three options. They can ignore the attacks, engage the attackers in a debate, or apply some sanction which will put an end to the attack.
Mr. ObiJo can't attack my ideas, so he attacks me. It could be worse, I suppose. He could use rock music, with its savage, tribal, orgiastic beat, to make us all miserable. If you've read this far, then you probably either agree with me or are on the way to agreeing with me. Is there, or is there not, a coldhearted plot to threaten the existence of human life, perhaps all life on the planet, organized through the years by the worst classes of recalcitrant sluggards there are? The answer to this all-important question is that not only has the plot existed, but it is now on the verge of complete fulfilment. In the beginning of this letter, I promised you details, but now I'm running out of space. So here's one detail to end with: Unravelling the Gordian Knot that is Mr. ObiJo is not difficult when you realize the multifaceted nature of Mr. ObiJo and his fans.
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