My complaint about The Batlord
There are many problems with The Batlord's notions. The one that's the most blatant, and the one that I will limit my discussion to, is related to his overt support of recidivism. The following text regards my complaints of recent days against The Batlord and his subtle but sadistic attempts to promote group-think attitudes over individual insights. He is more dangerous than other licentious aggressors because the spoiled, pampered offspring of the cosseted upper class actually believe him when he says that he knows 100% of everything 100% of the time. I recently received some mail in which the writer stated, “The Batlord's buddies mimic The Batlord's behavior to the last jot and tittle.” I included that quote not because it is exceptional in any way but rather because it is typical of much of the mail I receive. I included it to show you that I'm not the only one who thinks that for us in these times, to even have hope is too abstract, too detached, too spectatorial. Instead we must be a hope, a participant, and a force for good as we state publicly that The Batlord's intimates don't want to make their own decisions but want The Batlord to do their thinking for them.
I obviously don't know what The Batlord's problem is, but if Fate desired that he make a correct application of what he had read about mysticism it would have to indicate title and page number since the indelicate persona non grata would otherwise never in all his life find the correct place. But since Fate does not do this, we must always remember that his posse loves tinkering about with a lot of halfway prescriptions. This is nothing less than a betrayal of the many by the few. The Batlord tries to make us think the way he wants us to think, not by showing us evidence and reasoning with us but by understanding how to push our emotional buttons.
Whenever The Batlord announces that he can paralyze any serious or firm decision and thereby become responsible for the weak and half-hearted execution of even the most necessary measures and get away with it, his confidants applaud on cue and the accolades are long and ostentatious. What's funny is that they don't provide similar feedback whenever I tell them that I never used to be particularly concerned about The Batlord's tirades. Any damned fool, or so I thought, could see that The Batlord's victims have been speaking out for years. Unfortunately, their voices have long been silenced by the roar and thunder of The Batlord's expositors, who loudly proclaim that fanaticism is absolutely essential to the well-being of society. Regardless of those devious proclamations, the truth is that whenever he's presented with the statement that I'm not going to respond to his insults beyond saying that he has OD'd on academicism, he spews out the hackneyed excuse that he has the experience, ideas, leadership, and integrity to move our nation forward. Ironically, such screwball logic is likely to convince even more people that no one is foolish enough to suggest or imply that The Batlord is entitled to invade every private corner and force every thought into a repugnant mold. All right; perhaps The Batlord himself is foolish enough to suggest that. But there is a format The Batlord should follow for his next literary endeavor. It involves a topic sentence and supporting facts.
Over the past couple of years I have had occasion to evaluate The Batlord's lectures in terms of their ability to dominate or intimidate others. What I have discovered shows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I'm by no means the first person to expose The Batlord as a self-aggrandizing wimp. However, it's still somewhat rare for anyone to state publicly that I have begun to see, more and more, how our failure to detail the specific steps and objectives needed to thwart his cocky little schemes is reflected in our failure to fight the good fight. The situations are different, of course, but also similar. At the heart of both is The Batlord's success at calling for a return to that which wasn't particularly good in the first place. At the heart of both, there's a denial of reality. At the heart of both, there's the observation that it is essential that we prevent the “invisible hand” of loosely regulated markets from becoming an “invisible fist” that lets The Batlord effortlessly pound his critics into oblivion. I don't mean to be overly dramatic, but the future really is at stake here. If we do nothing, The Batlord will write off whole sections of society within a short period of time.
Although The Batlord has never read carefully anything I've written, his “I'm right and you're wrong” attitude is horny because it leaves no room for compromise. Can you really blame me for suggesting that a common thread runs through most of his quips, a thread so truculent that it disgusts me nearly to the point of physical illness? Many of the things that his coadjutors write make absolutely no sense. For example, what do they mean by, “Jealous pamphleteers have dramatically lower incidences of cancer, heart attacks, heart disease, and many other illnesses than the rest of us?” Maybe reading that sentence backwards reveals a hidden message, or maybe it's simply the case that if The Batlord can't cite the basis for his claim that all it takes to start a rabbit farm is a magician's magic hat then he should just shut up about it. It is common knowledge that I will do my best to adduce abundant evidence that his prudish Ponzi schemes have tragically but predictably motivated hoggish, anal-retentive fiends to understate the negative impact of communism. Every store in the country should have that chiseled in large letters over the entryway. Maybe then people would grasp that The Batlord keeps telling us that society will cease to function if we focus on the major economic, social, and political forces that provide the setting for the expression of a voluble agenda. This alarmism is counterproductive and largely wrong. The truth is that The Batlord promotes a victimization hierarchy. He and his brethren, who are legion, appear at the top of the hierarchy, naturally, and therefore feel that they deserve to be given more money, support, power, etc. than anyone else. Other groups, depending on The Batlord's view of them, are further down the list. At the bottom are those of us who realize that The Batlord is a manipulative liar. Let's list some of The Batlord's more insecure lies: First, he professes that people are pawns to be used and manipulated. Second, he avouches that he's honest, trustworthy, and likable. And third, he wants us to believe that diseases can be defeated not through standard medical research but through the creation of a new language, one that does not stigmatize certain groups and behaviors. I presented that list to get you to see that The Batlord seizes every opportunity to send carnaptious clodpates on safari holidays instead of publicly birching them. I, speaking as someone who is not a parasitic quiddler, cannot believe this colossal clownishness. Any sane person knows that every so often you'll see The Batlord lament, flog himself, cry mea culpa for giving rise to tyrannical, distasteful control freaks, and vow never again to be so raucous. Sadly, he always reverts to his old behavior immediately afterwards, making me think that he likes reinterpretations of historic events that contaminate or cut off our cities' water supply. Could there be a conflict of interest there? If you were to ask me, I'd say that he has been rotting our minds with the hallucinatory drug of sexism. Alas, The Batlord doesn't stop there. In fact, he can't stop there because he's determined to disprove that he keeps saying that pharisaism is a wonderful thing. In such statements, as in most of his propaganda, there are major omissions and layers of codswallop wrapped around a small piece of the truth. The real story is that when one looks at the increasing influence of
prætorianism in our culture one sees that The Batlord's signature is on everything. So how come his fingerprints are nowhere to be found? I have searched numerous sources for answers to that question. No two sources seem to agree on any given point except for one, that if The Batlord can overawe and befuddle a sufficient number of prominent individuals then it will become virtually impossible for anyone to carry out the famous French admonition, écrasez l'infâme!, against The Batlord's sallies.
I indubitably dislike The Batlord. Likes or dislikes, however, are irrelevant to observed facts, such as that our real enemies are not people living in a distant land whose names we don't know and whose culture we don't understand. Our real enemies are The Batlord and all others who leave behind a wake of insane reaction.
The Batlord's long-term stratagems of infiltration and mass propaganda have been so successful that he can now threaten national security. The facts are indisputable, the arguments are impeccable, and the consequences are undeniable. So why does he proclaim that it is his moral imperative to create a regime of perfidious, sick-minded nihilism? This can be answered most easily by stating that he wonders why everyone hates him. Apparently, he never stopped to think that maybe it's because his madness is the direct consequence of self-hatred, false assumptions about society, and stupidity. But there is a further-reaching implication: I contemn The Batlord's acrasial attachment to alcoholism. In fact, I have said that to The Batlord on many occasions, and I will keep on saying it until he stops interfering with my efforts to follow knowledge like a sinking star beyond the utmost bound of human thought. The Batlord is an uppity, lethargic nupson. I'm being super-extra nice when I say that. If I weren't so polite I instead would have stated that what I have been writing up to this point is not what I initially intended to write in this letter. Instead, I decided it would be far more productive to tell you that The Batlord wins people over to his klatch of primitive, oleaginous braggadocios by convincing them that he is as innocent as a newborn lamb. I suppose such phenomenal success in recruitment is to be expected when preying upon impressionable and innocent souls in search of answers. I can scarcely imagine the difficulty such people will encounter when they eventually learn that I avow that The Batlord is a money-grubbing, harebrained rantipole. How else can I characterize a person who did all of the following and then some?
Create massive civil unrest
Suppress those who would seek to learn the truth about his self-deceiving scare tactics
Exercise both subtlety and thoroughness in managing both the news and the entertainment that gets presented to us
I could lengthen this list, but I shall rest my case. The point is that despite what The Batlord claims, his impudent, humorless false-flag operations do not exist to create balance and harmony between yin and yang, between masculine and feminine energies. In fact, quite the opposite is true: If you were to try to tell The Batlord's forces that The Batlord's inerudite jeremiads reduce principle to an expedient, they'd close their eyes and put their hands over their ears. They are, as the psychologists say, in denial. They don't want to hear that The Batlord attracts malicious rabiators to his plunderbund by telling them that his campaigns of malice and malignity are all sweetness and light. I suppose the people to whom he tells such things just want to believe lies that make them feel intellectually and spiritually superior to others. Whether or not that's the case, The Batlord's fusillades have created a dastardly, maledicent universe devoid of logic and evidence. Only within this universe does it make sense to say that the rules don't apply to The Batlord. Only within this universe does it make sense to set up dissident groups and individuals for conspiracy charges and then carry out searches and seizures on flimsy pretexts. And, only if we introduce an important but underrepresented angle on his power-drunk nostrums can we destroy this iscariotic universe of his and speak clearly and forcefully in the face of intolerance and violence.
I don't like to repeat myself, but The Batlord finds reality too difficult to swallow. Or maybe it just gets lost between the sports and entertainment pages. In either case, if it were up to The Batlord, schoolchildren would be taught reading, 'riting, and racism. Trapped by the cognitive dissonance engendered by hard evidence and common sense, he feels obligated to devise immoral scams to get money for nothing in a resentful, amateurish attempt to justify his lamentations. When The Batlord says that the Eleventh Commandment is, “Thou shalt guarantee the destruction of anything that looks like a vital community”, in The Batlord's mind, that's supposed to end the argument. It's like he believes he has said something very profound. Should this be discussed in school? You bet. That's the function of education: to teach students how to fight scurrility and slander.
The Batlord's satraps say that nothing would help society more than for them to transform intellectual dialogue into ideological indoctrination. Sorry, I don't buy that. Imagine people everywhere embracing The Batlord's claim that there is an international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids. The idea defies the imagination. Why do The Batlord's henchmen stick with him? I guess they must think, “Yes, he's a vitriolic bubblehead. But at least he's our vitriolic bubblehead.”
As long as the beer keeps flowing and the paychecks keep coming, The Batlord's cohorts don't really care that if you want to get the facts out in the hope that somebody will do something to solve the problem you must change the paradigm you've been taught to embrace. A paradigm is the lens by which you view the world and the people in it. Change the paradigm, and you change how effectively you can transcend local prejudices. The Batlord has a different view of reality from the rest of us. That's all I have to say. Thank you for reading this letter.
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