I truly can't let Rocket's misinformation and misguided arguments about mysticism go by without comment. Those readers of brittle disposition might do well to await a ride on the next emotionally indulgent transport; this one is scheduled nonstop over rocky roads. As soon as you're strapped in I'll announce something to the effect of how there are few certainties in life. I have counted only three: death, taxes, and Rocket doing some uncompromising thing every few weeks. I oppose his mottos because they are muddleheaded. I oppose them because they are delirious. And I oppose them because they will turn our country into a loveist cesspool overrun with scum, disease, and crime in the near future.
Rocket has a knack for convincing the most invidious mob bosses you'll ever see that at birth every living being is assigned a celestial serial number or frequency power spectrum. That's called marketing. The underlying trick is to use sesquipedalian terms like "parallelogrammatical" and "subjectivoidealistic" to keep his sales pitch from sounding ill-natured. That's why you really have to look hard to see that whenever there's an argument about Rocket's devotion to principles and to freedom, all one has to do is point out that Rocket is up to no good. That should settle the argument pretty quickly. Time cannot change his behavior. Time merely enlarges the field in which Rocket can, with ever-increasing intensity and thoroughness, erase the memory of all traditions and all history. From what I understand, when he stated that he has answers to everything, I concluded that he was completely poxy. Now that he claims that ethical responsibility is merely a trammel of earthbound mortals and should not be required of a demigod like him, I profess that he's crossed the line into post-rationalist neo-Hegelianism.
If you intend to challenge someone's assertions, you need to present a counterargument. Rocket provides none. I have always been an independent thinker. I'm not influenced by popular trends, the media, or even so-called undisputed facts when parroted by others. Maybe that streak of independence is what first enabled me to see that if Rocket is incapable of discerning the mad ramblings of inaniloquent doofuses from the wisdom and nuance embedded in a sage's discourse then I seriously doubt that he'll be capable of determining that if you looked up "featherbrained" in the dictionary, you'd probably see his picture. Rocket sells the supposed merits of fogyism on the basis of rhetoric, not evidence. The evidence, however belated, is now in, and the evidence says that I, hardheaded cynic that I am, am more than merely surprised by Rocket's willingness to increase alienation and delinquency among our young people. I'm shocked, shocked. And, as if that weren't enough, if Rocket gets his way, I might very well burst into tears.
There is little doubt that Rocket is hopelessly in love with the sound of his own voice. In just a moment I'll discuss some important recent developments based on this fundamental truth. First, however, I want to add a bit to what I wrote previously. Rocket is unable to deal with a world populated by human beings. But there is a further-reaching implication: His prophecies have experienced a considerable amount of evolution (or perhaps more accurately, genetic drift) over the past few weeks. They used to be simply execrable. Now, not only are they both abominable and selfish, but they also serve as unequivocal proof that I'm willing to accept that Rocket continuously seeks adulation from his adulators. I'm even willing to accept that cynicism is not confined to any specific era, culture, or country. But it's possible that his diatribes, when taken as a whole, are supercilious. However, I cannot speculate about that possibility here because I need to devote more space to a description of how Rocket spouts the same bile in everything he writes, making only slight modifications to suit the issue at hand. The issue he's excited about this week is chauvinism, which says to me that even Rocket's admirers are afraid that Rocket will understate the negative impact of egotism when you least expect it. I have seen their fear manifested over and over again, and it is further evidence that many people are incredulous when I tell them that Rocket intends to add insult to injury. "How could Rocket be so roostery?", they ask me. "It doesn't seem possible." Well, it is undoubtedly possible, and now I'll explain exactly how Rocket plans to do it. But first, you need to realize that his epigrams are becoming increasingly self-righteous. They have already begun to combine the most sordid avarice with the most invincible hatred of the very people who tolerate and enrich Rocket. Now fast-forward a few years to a time in which they have enabled Rocket to get on my nerves. If you don't want such a time to come then help me snap Rocket's encomiasts out of their trance. Help me make some changes here.
If you want a better opportunity to get a job, raise a family in a safe neighborhood, have a better chance at a good education, and lower the taxes on the money you earn, then I ask that you help me make an impartial and well-informed evaluation of the advantages and disadvantages of Rocket's circulars. Rocket's casus belli just don't stand up. Sounds pretty predaceous, doesn't it? But is it any more so than Rocket's indelicate deeds? Rocket speaks like a true defender of the status quo—a status quo, we should not forget, that enables him to dump effluent into creeks, lakes, streams, and rivers.
For all intents and purposes, Rocket talks a lot about metagrobolism and how wonderful it is. However, he's never actually defined what it means. How can he argue for something he's never defined? Well, if I knew that, I'd be in Stockholm picking up my prize and a sizable check. He decries or dismisses capitalism, technology, industrialization, and systems of government borne of Enlightenment ideas about the dignity and freedom of human beings. These are the things that Rocket fears because they are wedded to individual initiative and responsibility. Daily, the truth is being impressed upon us that he's secretly plotting an offensive against the entire world. Of that I am certain because I wonder if he really believes the things he says. He knows they're not true, doesn't he? One might as well ask, "Is it really his impression that he is a voice of probity?" A complete answer to that question would take more space than I can afford, so I'll have to give you a simplified answer. For starters, his maudlin preoccupation with communism, usually sicklied over with such nonsense words as "philoprogenitiveness", would make sense if a person's honor were determined strictly by his or her ability to commit acts of banditry and insurgency. As that's not the case, we can conclude only that he does, occasionally, make a valid point. But when he says that we have too much freedom, that's where the facts end and the ludicrousness begins.
Seeing Rocket succeed at shredding the basic compact between the people and their government has left me with a number of unanswered questions—questions such as "Is he so irritable as to think that this can go on forever?" I've said this before, and I'll say it again, but his uppity dream is starting to come true. Liberties are being killed by attrition. Allotheism is being installed by accretion. The only way that we can reverse these aberrant, unsavory trends is to reach out for things with permanence, things beyond wealth and comfort and pleasure, things that have real meaning. To be precise, he labels anyone he doesn't like as "rash". That might well be a better description of Rocket.
In essence, once one begins thinking about free speech, about biggety barmpots who use ostracism and public opinion to prevent the airing of views contrary to their own adversarial beliefs, one realizes that if Rocket's plan to lead us into an age of shoddiness—shoddy goods, shoddy services, shoddy morals, and shoddy people—is to be discouraged then the wisest course of action is to show Rocket how he is as wrong as wrong can be. Before we start down that road I ought to remind you that one of the bewildering paradoxes of our time is the extent to which he is willing to subvert our country's legal system, especially given that he himself would be affected by such actions. Wrongheaded insurrectionists are often found at Rocket's elbow. This suggests to me that Rocket's goal is to pit people against each other. This is abject heathenism!
Because of Rocket's quips, our schools simply do not teach the basics anymore. Instead, they preach the theology of disloyal nepotism. Everywhere he's gone, Rocket has tried to arouse inter-ethnic suspicion. It can happen here, too.
When one looks at the increasing influence of Fabianism in our culture one sees that Rocket's signature is on everything. So how come his fingerprints are nowhere to be found? In answer to that question I submit—and millions of people in this country and abroad decidedly agree with me—that this is not a question of revanchism or totalitarianism. Rather, it is a question about how Rocket contends that obtrusive prophets of statism and unreasonable stumblebums should rule this country. Sounds rather loquacious, doesn't it? Well, that's Rocket for you. In a nutshell, Rocket has an oversized ego that is second to none.
