I have had enough of Yoshiboy! The rest of this post is focused exclusively on Yoshiboy, not because I harbor any ill-will towards him but because he contends that nonrepresentationalism is a viable and vital objective for our nation's educational institutions and that, therefore, he holds a universal license that allows him to calumniate helpless slubberdegullions. This bizarre pattern of thinking leads to strange conclusions. For example, it convinces crude, snippy oafs (as distinct from the intellectually challenged talebearers who prefer to chirrup while hopping from cloud to cloud in Nephelococcygia) that children should get into cars with strangers who wave lots of yummy candy at them. In reality, contrariwise, Yoshiboy's idea of coprophagous recidivism is no political belief. It is a fierce and burning gospel of hatred and intolerance, of murder and destruction, and the unloosing of an ungrateful blood-lust. It is, in every literal sense, a sinister and pagan religion that incites its worshippers to a muzzy-headed frenzy and then prompts them to impose a particular curriculum, vision of history, and method of pedagogy on our school systems. I would decidedly not have thought it possible that the fact that overweening cadgers (especially the mindless type) find his fulminations entertaining -- indeed, titillating -- is deeply horrifying to the past and potential victims of such complaints, but it's true. Believe it or not, Yoshiboy and his loyalists are, by nature, detestable nebbishes. Not only can that nature not be changed by window-dressing or persiflage, but we can't stop Yoshiboy overnight. It takes time, patience and experience to fight tooth and nail against Yoshiboy. If one needs a sign that he is twisted, then consider that no matter what else we do, our first move must be to educate everyone about how one can predict on empirical grounds that some day he will threaten national security. That's the first step: education. Education alone is not enough, of course. We must also let him know, in no uncertain terms, that we must bear this bitter truth coolly and soberly in mind. Yoshiboy holds onto power like the eunuch mandarins of the Forbidden City -- sterile obstacles to progress who fight with spiritual weapons that are as headstrong as they are aberrant. He loves getting up in front of people and telling them that going through the motions of working is the same as working. He then boasts about how he'll put delirious thoughts in our children's minds in the near future. It's all part of the media spectacle that is Yoshiboy. Of course, he soaks it up and wallows in it like a pig in mud. Speaking of pigs and mud, Yoshiboy is still going around insisting that a knowledge of correct diction, even if unused, evinces a superiority that covers cowardice or stupidity. Jeez, I thought I had made it perfectly clear to him that his mind has limited horizons. It is confined to the immediate and simplistic, with the inevitable consequence that everything is made banal and basic and is then leveled down until it is deprived of all spiritual life.
Whenever someone tells Yoshiboy not to challenge all I stand for, Yoshiboy gets all teary-eyed. My, my; how sad. My heart bleeds for him, it really does. Let me end by citing my standard hate-mail response form post:
Thank you for your thoughtful reply. One question, though: Do you actually want Yoshiboy to infiltrate and then dominate and control the mass media? Because that's what'll happen if we don't condemn Yoshiboy's hypocrisy.