Although I have no criticism of Mr. Mups's strictures, I have a few
observations and comments to share. Before I launch into my rant,
permit me the prelude caveat that Mups wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice
his most loyal janissaries if it made it even slightly easier for him
to resolve a moral failure with an immoral solution. Am I aware of how
Mups will react when he reads that last sentence? Yes. Do I care? No,
because he should take a step back and look at everything from a
different perspective. I don't think anyone questions that. But did you
know that his slogans do not come without a price? Now, why all this
fuss about a few indelicate apothegms? Simply put, it's because I am
now in a position to define what I mean when I say that his bruta fulmina
are characterized by a preachy arrogance unbefitting to someone who
knows so little. What I mean is that when Mups says that quislingism is
the key to world peace, that's just a load of spucatum tauri.
His sycophants have demonstrated brutally, horribly, and with great
terror how they will represent heaven as hell and, conversely, the most
wretched life as paradise. For proof of this fact, I must point out
that he pompously claims that he is the most recent incarnation of the
Buddha. That sort of nonsense impresses many people, unfortunately.
Mups's mercenaries have no velleity to hinder the power of larcenous,
postmodernist windbags like Mups. His hangers-on probably don't realize
that, because it's not mentioned in the funny papers or in the movies.
Nevertheless, there is no such thing as evil in the abstract. It exists
only in the evil deeds of evil people like Mups. No one can claim to
know the specific source of his jokes, but if we don't remove the Mups
threat now, it will bite us in our backside any day now.
He is completely versipellous. When he's with plebeians, Mups warms
the cockles of their hearts by remonstrating against isolationism. But
when he is safely surrounded by his slaves, Mups instructs them to use
our weaknesses to his advantage. That type of cunning two-sidedness
tells us that Mups's wheelings and dealings manifest themselves in two
phases. Phase one: sweep his peccadillos under the rug. Phase two: take
the focus off the real issues. I have the strength, ability, desire,
and courage to compare, contrast, and identify the connections among
different types of disaffected defeatism. Do you? You shouldn't take
threats made by uncouth prophets of jingoism too seriously. From this
anecdotal evidence, I would argue that he is trying to brainwash us. He
wants us to believe that it's bleeding-heart to compile readers'
remarks and suggestions and use them to give parents the means to
protect their children; that's boring; that's not cool. You know what I
think of that, don't you? I think that Mups's uncompromising pleas can
be quite educational. By studying them, students can observe firsthand
the consequences of having a mind consumed with paranoia, fear, hatred,
and ignorance. I'm inclined to think that Mups is a psychologically
defective person. He's what the psychiatrists call a constitutional
psychopath or a sociopath.
Even if slovenly dingbats join his band with the best of intentions,
they will still offer hatred with an intellectual gloss in a matter of
days. Not all, I hasten to add, do join with the best of intentions. If
I said that society is screaming for his proposed social programs, I'd
be a liar. But I'd be being utterly honest if I said that if we
contradict Mups, we are labelled drossy poseurs. If we capitulate,
however, we forfeit our freedoms. As I gaze into my crystal ball, I see
that his hatchet men will vandalize our neighborhoods eventually. The
hour is late indeed. Fortunately, it's not yet too late to take up the
mantle and demonstrate conclusively that I surely intend to exercise my
franchise to shatter the illusion that Mups would sooner give up money,
fame, power, and happiness than perform a piteous act. I challenge you
to ponder this subject with the broadest vision possible.