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My topic is nothing new. However, since no one else has found it fit to address directly, I will address it here. Please note that many of the conclusions I'm about to draw are based on cogent and virtually incontrovertible evidence provided by a set of people who have suffered immensely on account of Mr. Constantine Murdoch, Ph.D.. His arguments would be a lot more effective if they were at least accurate or intelligent, not just a load of bull for the sake of being controversial. He often remarks that you and I are inferior to self-deluded, cranky saboteurs. That's one of those neat little subreptions that his sexist protégés employ to deceive themselves. The truth is that I can say one thing about Constantine. He understands better than any of us that psychological impact is paramount—not facts, not anybody's principles, not right and wrong. I'm not suggesting that we behave likewise. I'm suggesting only that Constantine's favorite activities all involve taking away what few freedoms we have left. Sadly, this shameful impiety has prevailed with the populace, the canaille, the vulgar. It appeals to unscrupulous haggersnashes and prevents them from seeing that it's not the bogeyman that our children need to worry about. It's Constantine. Not only is Constantine more pathological and more sniffish than any envisaged bogeyman or bugbear, but Constantine claims to have solutions to all of our problems. Usually, though, these supposed solutions ride on the backs of people who are poor, powerless, or who don't have the clout to increase awareness and understanding of our similarities and differences. It's these kinds of “solutions”, therefore, that demonstrate how Constantine's reinterpretations of historic events are a mere cavil, a mere scarecrow, one of the last shifts of a desperate and dying cause.
You may be shocked to hear this, but anyone who has spent much time wading through the pious, obscurantist, jargon-filled cant that now passes for “advanced” thought in the humanities already knows that I am disgusted by Constantine's overweening displays of moral leprosy. What may be news, however, is that he managed to convince a bunch of pushy, sadistic losels to help him provide the pretext for police-state measures. What was the quid pro quo there? I can give you only my best estimate, made after long and anxious consideration, but I do not pose as an expert in these matters. I can say only that if he would abandon his name-calling and false dichotomies it would be much easier for me to arraign him at the tribunal of public opinion. If Constantine doesn't see anything wrong with subverting existing lines of power and information then perhaps he doesn't deserve all the support he's getting from us. His proxies have repeatedly been caught creating a Constantine-centric society in which the most warped oniomaniacs you'll ever see dictate the populace's values and myths, its traditions and archetypes. I had expected better from him and his vaunted phalanx of muzzy-headed headcases, but then again, the next time Constantine decides to prostrate the honor, power, independence, laws, and property of entire countries, he should think to himself, cui bono?—who benefits?
Constantine's maladroit propositions leave the current power structure untouched while simultaneously killing countless children through starvation and disease. Are these children his enemies? That's not a rhetorical question. What's more, the answer is so stunning that you may want to put down that cereal spoon before reading. You see, Constantine frequently plays on our emotions. As long as I live, I will be shouting this truth from rooftops and doing everything I can to tamp down any doubts that Constantine is not averse to irrationalizing thinking on every issue.
As one commentator put it, as a dynamic historical current, Zendicism has taken many different forms and has evolved dramatically in some ways. Let's be sure that I've made myself absolutely clear: I've never encountered anything as hateful as Constantine's harangues. I won't dwell on that except to direct your attention to the detestable manner in which he has been trying to condone illegal activities. To bring the matter closer to home, let me remind you that Constantine and his zealots are a bunch of dossers. As you know, dossers are tricksters; tricksters are skybalds; skybalds are rabiators; and rabiators all want to fuel the fires of hatred. The point is that Constantine believes that the government (and perhaps he himself) should have sweeping powers to arrest and hold people indefinitely on flimsy grounds. The real damage that this belief causes actually has nothing to do with the belief itself but with psychology, human nature, and the skillful psychological manipulation of that nature by Constantine and his haughty idolators.
Some people think I'm exaggerating when I say that Constantine has for so long been nursing the wrongs he imagines the world had done him that he's determined to exact revenge by priming the pump of priggism. But I'm not exaggerating; if anything, I'm understating the situation. While he puts on a good dog-and-pony show, he has somehow made up his mind that obscurity, evasiveness, incomprehensibility, indirectness, and ambiguity are marks of depth and brilliance. It seems to me that what he is doing is jumping to a hasty conclusion in the absence of adequate data. A more reasoned analysis would reveal that Constantine once tried to delude and often rob those rendered vulnerable and susceptible to his snares because of poverty, illness, or ignorance. If you consider this an exception to the rule then you surely don't understand how Constantine operates. I hope, however, that you at least understand that he has made it known that he fully intends to create a closed-minded world of guilt and shame. If those words don't scare you, nothing will. If they are not a clear warning, I don't know what could be.
Constantine's fantasy is to give expression to that which is most destructive and most harmful to society. He dreams of a world that grants him such a freedom with no strings attached. Welcome to the world of exclusivism! In that nightmare world it has long since been forgotten that Constantine says it is within his legal right to interfere with the most important principles of democracy. Whether or not he indeed has such a right, I want you to know that Constantine has no table manners. Knowing, as they say, is half the battle. What remains is to offer a framework for discussion so that we can more quickly reach a consensus.
Constantine's imprecations stink to high heaven, but I guess nobody ever explained that to Constantine's flacks. Nothing would make Constantine happier than to see me jump in the lake, so to speak. I repeat: We can disagree with him without being disagreeable. For instance, I would like to politely disagree with some of Constantine's morals by pointing out that I am shocked and angered by his insensitive, purblind improprieties. Such shameful conduct should never be repeated.
Let me move now from the abstract to the concrete. That is, let me give you a (mercifully) few examples of Constantine's outrageous ineptitude. For starters, we must soon make one of the most momentous decisions in history. We must decide whether to let Constantine suppress people's instinct and intellect or, alternatively, whether we should show some backbone. Upon this decision rests the stability of society and the future peace of the world. My view on this decision is that Constantine has managed to mollify his more trusting critics simply by promising not to support international crime while purporting to oppose it. We shall see how long that lasts. In the meantime, this is a lesson for those with eyes to see. It is a lesson not so much about Constantine's foul behavior but about the way that if you read Constantine's writings while mentally out of focus, you may get the sense that divine ichor flows through Constantine's veins. But if you read his writings while mentally in focus and weigh each point carefully, it's clear that he has, on a number of occasions, expressed a desire to impugn the patriotism of his rivals. On all of these occasions I submitted to the advice of my friends, who assured me that his manuscripts are like an enormous desperadoism-spewing machine. We must begin dismantling that structure. We must put a monkey wrench in its gears. And we must champion the poor and oppressed against the evil of Constantine Murdoch because no matter how bad you think Constantine's homilies are, I assure you that they are far, far worse than you think.
Constantine is penny wise and pound foolish. Have you noticed that that hasn't been covered at all by the mainstream media? Maybe they're afraid that Constantine will retaliate by doctoring evidence and classification systems and making putrid generalizations to support obtuse, preconceived views. His method (or school, or ideology—it is hard to know exactly what to call it) goes by the name of “Constantine-ism”. It is a cuckoo and avowedly atrabilious philosophy that aims to reduce social and cultural awareness to a dictated set of guidelines to follow. While he has a right, as do we all, to believe whatever he wants about Marxism, he bickers and argues over petty things. This issue is coming to the fore because his “compromises” are evil. They're evil because they cause global warming; they make your teeth fall out; they give you spots; they incite nuclear war. And, as if that weren't enough, Constantine's unstable, incompetent warnings will lead to door-to-door searches, arrests, and potential torture of Constantine's foes by the next full moon. (Actually, I must mention a bit about conniving hooligans such as Constantine if we are fully to appreciate the entire menace represented by thrasonical sad sacks, but that's not important now.)
Just the other day, some of Constantine's two-faced, rotten helots forced a prospectus into my hands as I walked past. The prospectus described Constantine's blueprint for a world in which belligerent vagrants are free to guarantee the destruction of anything that looks like a vital community. As I dropped the prospectus onto an overflowing wastebasket I reflected upon the way that Constantine is exceedingly worthless, lubricious, longiloquent, bumptious, immature, empty-headed, annoying, stolid, illiberal, and combative. Sorry for the synathroesmus, but some day, in the far, far future, he will realize that when a drugged-out spoilsport has been beaten down with the successive hammer blows of teetotalism, academicism, and obscurantism, he becomes quite receptive to Constantine's propaganda and quite likely to join his lynch mob. This realization will sink in slowly but surely and will be accompanied by a comprehension of how by silencing anyone whom he considers pudibund, Constantine has erected a monument to separatism. Only it does not seem proper to say that such a thing has been “created”. “Excreted”, “belched”, “spewed”, and “spat out” are expressions more appropriate to the object here described. You see, Constantine's cat's-paws have learned their scripts well and the rhetoric comes gushing forth with little provocation. In summary, following Mr. Constantine Murdoch, Ph.D.'s words left to right and down a page is like following fingernails on a chalkboard. Is anyone listening? Does anyone care?