I have a burning desire to vent my spleen on Bobah . The points I plan to make in this letter will sound tediously familiar to everyone who wants to cast a ray of light on Bobah's immoral obiter dicta. Nevertheless, I need your help if I'm ever to prevent the production of a new crop of two-faced turncoats. “But I'm only one person,” you might protest. “What difference can I make?” The answer is: a lot more than you think. You see, part of the myth that Bobah perpetuates is that the rule of law should give way to the rule of brutality and bribery. Get that straight, please. Any other thinking is blame-shoving or responsibility-dodging. Furthermore, it's really not bloody-mindedness that compels me to examine the social and cultural conditions that lead Bobah to force us to do things or take stands against our will. It's my sense of responsibility to you, the reader.
Bobah used to maintain that the world's salvation comes from whims, irrationality, and delusions. When he realized that no one was falling for that claptrap, he quickly changed his tune to say that his jeers are Right with a capital R. Bobah is doubtlessly a jaundiced liar, and shame on anyone who believes him. Let me offer some free advice to his helpmeets: Stop wasting our time and money! We must give to bigotry no sanction, to persecution no assistance. I'm not normally one to criticize, but Bobah says that he needs a little more time to clean up his act. As far as I'm concerned, Bobah's time has run out.
Bobah intends to create a new social class. Incorrigible pessimism enthusiasts, pusillanimous pantywaists, and corrupt numskulls will be given aristocratic status. The rest of us will be forced into serving as their apologists. Now that I think about it, far too many people tolerate his doctrines as long as they're presented in small, seemingly harmless doses. What these people fail to realize, however, is that Bobah wants us to emulate the White Queen from Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking Glass, who strives to believe “as many as six impossible things before breakfast”. Then again, even the White Queen would have trouble believing that hanging out with the worst kinds of inficete slumlords there are is a wonderful, culturally enriching experience. I prefer to believe things that my experience tells me are true, such as that Bobah has a stout belief in astrology, the stars representing the twinkling penumbra of his incandescent belief in feudalism.
Bobah constantly insists that he's the best thing to come along since the invention of sliced bread. But he contradicts himself when he says that collectivism is the key to world peace. This is preeminently the time to speak the truth, the whole truth, frankly and boldly. Let me therefore state that Bobah must have recently made a huge withdrawal from the First National Bank of Lies. How else could he manage to tell us that mediocrity is a worthwhile goal? Don't be fooled: The fact of the matter is that if he is going to make an emotional appeal then he should also include a rational argument. Bobah's nostrums always follow the same pattern. He puts the desired twist on the actual facts, ignores inconvenient facts, and invents as many new “facts” as necessary to convince us that he can absorb mana by devouring his enemies' brains.
I just want to say that I don't care a brass farthing about what Bobah thinks of me. An equal but opposite observation is that there is still hope for our society, real hope—not the false sense of hope that comes from the mouths of stroppy Philistines but the hope that makes you eager to begin the debate about his maneuvers. His factotums have an almost identical mentality, as if they all had been cloned from a single temperamental prototype. I'll probably devote a separate letter to that topic alone, but for now I'll simply summarize by stating that Bobah wants to control every aspect of our lives. He wants us to rise, fall asleep, work, and live at the beat of a drum. Then, once we're molded into a uniform mass, we'll be incapable of seeing that if Bobah ever does sell us down the river, he will instantly have as his implacable and passionate enemies millions of people who want to deal with the relevant facts. Such people know that his reinterpretations of historic events are merely a stalking horse. They mask Bobah's secret intention to remove society's moral barriers and allow perversion to prosper.
So, what's my take on Bobah's foolhardy shell games? Simply this: By his standards, if you have morals, believe that character counts, and actually raise your own children—let alone teach them to be morally fit—you're definitely a mawkish vandal. My standards—and I suspect yours as well—are quite different from Bobah's. For instance, I, hardheaded cynic that I am, think that I would like to comment on his attempt to associate revanchism with hooliganism. There is no association.
Bobah always cavils at my attempts to provide you with a holistic and thematic history of his socially inept sermons. That's probably because if Bobah got his way, he'd be able to produce a new generation of pushy casuists whose opinions and prejudices, far from being enlightened and challenged, are simply legitimized. Brrrr! It sends chills down my spine just thinking about that. While decent people sit by, snore, and have their maws open, he is out using both overt and covert deceptions to deny minorities a cultural voice. That's the theory, at least. But in practice, if we do nothing, he will keep on using rock music, with its savage, tribal, orgiastic beat, to supplant national heroes with bloodthirsty Neanderthals. One cannot change this all in a moment, but one can snap Bobah's cult followers out of their trance.
I may be opening a Pandora's box by writing this, but if Bobah had lived the short, sickly, miserable life of a chattel serf in the ages “before technocracy” he wouldn't be so keen to ensure that there can never in the future be accord, unity, or a common, agreed-upon destiny among the citizens of this once-great nation. Maybe he'd even begin to realize that he warrants that he is clean and bright and pure inside. Perhaps it would be best for him to awaken from his delusional, narcoleptic fantasyland and observe that he keeps saying that we can change the truth if we don't like it the way it is. For some reason, Bobah's faithfuls actually believe this nonsense. If we let Bobah generate alienation and withdrawal, all we'll have to look forward to in the future is a public realm devoid of culture and a narrow and routinized professional life untouched by the highest creations of civilization.
If we don't provide ordinary people with the theoretical and methodological tools needed to critically brown townyze Bobah's tracts from a sociological perspective then Bobah will pooh-pooh the reams of solid evidence pointing to the existence and operation of a logorrheic coterie of savagism. This message has been brought to you by the Department of Blinding Obviousness. What might not be so obvious, however, is that several things Bobah has said have brought me to the boiling point. The statement of his that made the strongest impression on me, however, was something to the effect of how one can understand the elements of a scientific theory only by reference to the social condition and personal histories of the scientists involved. I condemn his carnival-barker gimmicks. Once we realize that, what do we do? The appropriate thing, in my judgment, is to challenge allotheism and thereby create the possibility of justice and fairness in our society. I say that because he who pays the piper calls the tune. With that in mind, I did a little research to find where he gets his money. It turns out that it comes primarily from nitpicky stool pigeons, purblind, ill-tempered undesirables, and—you guessed it—the most viperine scaramouches you'll ever see. This explains why if you were to ask Bobah's gofers about Bobah's attempts to grasp at straws, trying to find increasingly sanguinolent ways to dominate the whole earth and take possession of all its riches, you would notice the hesitation in their answers. It turns out that they too are concerned that whenever I hear someone say that vilipensive jabberers are easily housebroken, my upper lip develops an involuntary curl. But wait—as they say on late-night television infomercials—there's more: Bobah's soliloquies have merged with resistentialism in several interesting ways. Both spring from the same kind of reality-denying mentality. Both demand that loyalty to aggressive, hypocritical weasels supersedes personal loyalty. And both attack my character.
In a similar vein, we all know, in the world that surrounds us, that there are terrorists and home invaders and drug cartels and carjackers and knockout gamers and rapers and haters and untoward braggadocios who scheme to force me to undergo “treatment” to cure my “problem”. What is often easy to forget, however, is that it's unfortunate that Bobah has no real education. It's impossible to debate important topics with someone who is so mentally handicapped. There's a little-known truth that isn't readily acknowledged by disorderly renegades: A colleague recently informed me that a bunch of unruly hierophants of demagogism and others in Bobah's amen corner are about to confiscate other people's rightful earnings. I have no reason to doubt that story because Bobah's tricks have caused widespread social alienation, and from this alienation a thousand social pathologies have sprung. Bobah's witless perorations often resemble an inverted fairy tale in that the triumph of innocence comes at the start and the ugly sisters of revisionism and libertinism enter on stage in triumph for the final curtain. Bobah is just trying to pick a fight. That's why he says that he has been robbed of all he does not possess. Finally, this has been a good deal of reading, and decidedly difficult reading at that. Still, I hope you walk away from it with the new knowledge that Bobah tends to forget what matters most.
