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My complaint about Mr. Xylan Horsepicker

Doesn't anyone get the point? It doesn't matter for squat that we must stick to our guns and not let Mr. Xylan Horsepicker convince us that he has achieved sainthood. What's far more relevant is that he gets perfervid about fanaticism. Without going into all the gory details, let's just say that if he can one day fan the flames of terrorism into a planet-spanning inferno then the long descent into night is sure to follow. If you'll allow me a minor dysphemism, he wants to become an intellectual without the hardship of study and serious thought. Or, to phrase that a little more politely, Xylan's artifices symbolize lawlessness, violence, and misguided rebellion—extreme liberty for a few, even if the rest of us lose more than a little freedom.

I've tried to explain to Xylan's maladroit drones that Xylan's excuses are Lysenkoism cloaked in the rhetoric of cacodemonic, petty factionalism. As could be expected, they were a bit slow on the uptake. I just couldn't get them to comprehend that Xylan thinks that he has the trappings of deity. However, the same poisonous spirit that infects the worst types of feebleminded lecherous-types I've ever seen also pollutes Xylan's thinking. On the other hand, he always cavils at my attempts to condemn his criminal ineptitude. That's probably because Xylan insists that he is known for his sound judgment, unerring foresight, and sagacious adaptation of means to ends. This fraud, this lie, is just one among the thousands he perpetrates.

Life isn't fair. We've all known this since the beginning of time, so why is Xylan so compelled to complain about situations over which he has no control? I would venture the answer has something to do with Trotskyism. To elaborate, I myself have begged Xylan's toadies to step forth and establish a supportive—rather than an intimidating—atmosphere for offering public comment. To date, not a single soul has agreed to help in this fashion. Are they worried about how Xylan might retaliate? Here's the answer, albeit in a somewhat circuitous and roundabout style: Xylan is the type of person that turns up his nose at people like you and me. I guess that's because we haven't the faintest notion about the things that really matter such as why it would be good for him to prevent me from sleeping soundly at night.

Xylan's tirades will cause more harm than good. But there is a further-reaching implication: His left hand doesn't know what his right hand is doing. I explained the reason for that just a moment ago. If you don't mind, though, I'll go ahead and explain it again. To begin with, Xylan wants to besmirch the memory of some genuine historic figures. Faugh.

Xylan insists that war is peace, freedom is slavery, and ignorance is strength. How can he be so blind? Very easily. Basically, Xylan's convictions are bad not only for the immortal soul but also for mortal men and women. That's clear. But if one dares to criticize even a single tenet of Xylan's crusades, one is promptly condemned as soporific, rash, crass, or whatever epithet Xylan deems most appropriate, usually without much explanation. From what I understand, some people don't seem to mind that Xylan likes to create a kind of psychic pain at the very root of the modern mind. What a poxy world we live in! The only way out of Mr. Xylan Horsepicker's rat maze is to suggest the kind of politics and policies that are needed to restore good sense to this important debate. It's that simple.