hey waitaminit in these times this's recontextualized

Daniel A. Foss (U17043@UICVM.BITNET)
Sat, 9 Mar 1996 02:03:19 CST

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Well, *BLOW ME DOWN*, you can, actually, just *blow me*, if I
didn't see some PRODIGY post this crapola tonightish:

I agree with Tiffany Dawn Rogers concerning the lack of class,
manners, and discretion on Anthro-l.

The fascist forces, from overt-fascist Pat Buchanan, to the Fascistoid
gingrichery suddenly recontextualized as Moderates eliciting warm fuzzies
from kiddies like you out there, scared by the Bogeyman, have the lock, the
patent, the [tm] on hierarcy, despotic topdown enforcement of craven servility,
and LeaderCult. Anyone recall the name of the Italian Fascist [ho ho] "theore-
tical" magazine? *Gierarchica*. In a social movement rejecting reason, what
else could make sense? The Nazis introduced the *Fuhrerprinzip*, loosely,
"leadership principle," where it was found desirable to have orders obeyed
immediately, on the double, without question or discussion. Like us, the
Nazis increased the share of national income to the rich and filthy rich;
the broad masses got low-wage "full employment" in a "plant community" where
the boss played Tribal Chief. The whole society, totalitarian-despotic, yet
became a "tribal community," *Volksgemeinschaft*. Compare Newt Gingrich:
"Normal people are for me." Consider the US ex-working class, who proudly
boast they're Real Men, holding down four or so quasi-jobs at once to restore
the income lost from their pre-downsized comfies. They vote for Pat. The Weak,
drowning in the social sink, deserve what they get; those are sneered upon as
Democrats (or worse).

My fellow, -ess, -oid armenians, we cannot hope to compete with the
partisans of exacerbating hierararchization. Our job is quite the contrary.
To STOMP, KICK, SCREAM, CHANT, OBSTRUCT, TOLL THE BELL CURVE TILL THEM CAN'T
SLEEP AT NIGHT, FUCK THEM WITH THE MESSAGE, *WE ARE ALL THE SAME*.

This writer will at most concede the existence of the Retarded at one end,
the Real Geniuses at the other, but between these, WE ARE ALL THE SAME. All
of us just plain crawled out of the gene pool. (No sooner had Wechsler seized
power over the IQ test, my mother signed up; there was a long line, of course.
My mother said, "I had the highest IQ in my class at Wadleigh High School."
Her biological father, via rape perpetrated upon Lena Lisak, wife of Iosif
Lisak, town of Glory-Unto-God, Kiev *gubernia*, by a Buryat Mongol in the
Savage Division of the Tsar's Evil Army when the Evil Empire had Evil Emperors;
ah, how evil they were in the good old days. Alexander The Damned, 1881-1894;
Nicholas The Bloody, 1894-1917. How come Mommy's got gray eyes. And the IQ
too. So much for Bells Bells Bells.)

Crazed and damned be ye who figures on fascistoids like Newt, the Real Thing
a la Pat, or hereditary tax-exempt aristocrats like Forbes softening their
enforced mass starvations, allowing leaks in immigrant-excluding walls to
make the ghost of Walther Ulbricht spin with glee, and provoking African-
Americans to suicidal revolt followed by genocide. Hah!
There's only one way to show we're ALL THE SAME, which is, EMANCIPATE ALL
FROM THE CONSEQUENCES - SOCIAL INFERIORITY - OF THEIR CHOICE OF PARENTS.
Whether we hand out money to parents "deliberately and premeditatedly chosen by
children - the only known antipoverty program with indisputable results - or
indoctrinate children forcibly removed from them. You, him, her, and that
android over there, aint no difference. We catch anyone entertaining the
slightest snobbish intimations of essential highfallootingness, WE WARM YOU
FUCKIN' ASS.
There is nothing worse in our culture than agoinistic invidious distinctions
whereof the vast majority exceed in their spuriousness what goes for Common
Sense.
Too much sense is made. Fascism is dangerous in that it *makes sense*. The
sense made is spurious. We are morally committed, as sudents of ideology, to
seek out and destroy spurious sense whrever found, where said spurious sense
avowedly repudiates reason, rationality, whatever this stuff means, in social
science. If it be incumbent upon us to indulge in nonsense in refusal to
bestow sideways blessings upon the Enemy's fake Common Sense, far ahead of
ours in Market Share, the more nonsensical we are, the better.

I call upon you to create the sinking feeling in Them, "Do I see PhDs and
That Kind acting like looney tunes, no pretense to authorityfigurehood? Yes,
by goddnammittohell, that is exactly what you're gonna do. We can survive in
senselessness; the Enemy cannot. Think of it, I've read ANTHRO-L for four,
possibly five years now; and no matter what sort of trialanderror baloney is
on the air, it all gets the same kind of attention as John McCreery's Wisdom
of the Mystic East and Dwight S. Read's aphoristic *Mishnah* of social science.

Fight, and ye shall learn how. Don't let me tell you exactly how to do it;
let me tell you, it's on you to find out, to figger out, what wins. There's
more of you than of me, be thankful for small favours.

I'm no believer in the Supernatural, of course, but:
MAY THE SPIRITS OF MY FATHER'S THREE BROTHERS, THEIR WIVES, AND THEIR TWO
CHILDREN OF EACH COUPLE, HOLOCAUSTED IN CRAKOW, GOUVERNMENT-GENERAL OF POLAND
(COMMANDED BY THE NAZI FRANK) AND BRUSSELS (COMMANDED BY THE NAZI VON FALKEN-
HAUSEN) HAVE MERCY UPON YOU, WHICH I DOUBT, SHOULD YOU FAIL TO FIGHT, WHEN
YOU HAD THE CHANCE, AS THEY COULD NOT, FOR THEY WERE GIVEN NO CHANCE AT ALL.

Now, don't bother me, you disgust me, the whole lot of you.

Daniel A. Foss
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