May I be cynical for a bit? I hope you don’t mind, but with Mr. Kevin Rudd’s latest barrage of effrontive, insincere ideas, I can’t resist the urge to make a few cynical comments. To get immediately to the point, Rudd says that his anecdotes are a breath of fresh air amid our modern culture’s toxic cloud of chaos. Wow! Isn’t that like hiding the stolen goods in the closet and, when the cops come in, standing in front of the closet door and exclaiming, “They’re not in here!”?
We can’t stop Rudd overnight. It takes time, patience and experience to deal summarily with pestiferous, recalcitrant carpers. From secret-handshake societies meeting at “the usual place” to back-door admissions committees, his allies have always found a way to make a mockery of the term “physicophilosophical”. Rudd practically breaks his arm patting himself on the back when he says, “It takes courage to go down into the muddy trenches and quash other people’s opinions.” As if that were something to be proud of.
You, of course, now need some hard evidence that the best gauge of the value of my attitudes, the sincerity of my convictions, and the force of my will is the hostility I receive from snivelling petty-types. Well, how about this for evidence: There’s a lot of daylight between his views and mine. Rudd believes that the best way to reduce cognitive dissonance and restore homeostasis to one’s psyche is to instill a subconscious feeling of guilt in those of us who disagree with his sermons while I contend that we must make pretentiousness unfashionable. If we fail in this, we are not failing someone else; we are not disrupting some interest separate from ourselves. Rather, it is we who suffer when we neglect to observe that some people have said that only the assembled and concentrated might of a national passion rearing up in its strength can lay out some ideas and interpretations that hold the potential for insight. Maybe. But I’m more inclined to believe that the basal lie that underlies all of Rudd’s adversarial, closed-minded taradiddles is that coercion in the name of liberty is a valid use of state power. Translation: Rudd has the mandate of Heaven to destroy our sense of safety in the places we ordinarily imagine we can flee to. I doubt you need any help from me to identify the supreme idiocy of those views but you should nevertheless be aware that Rudd has been fairly successful in his efforts to cultivate the purest breed of irresponsibility. That just goes to show what can be done with a little greed, a complete lack of scruples, and the help of a bunch of unsophisticated fussbudgets.
Rudd refuses to come to terms with reality. He prefers instead to live in a fantasy world of rationalization and hallucination. The essential point, however, is the following: One could truthfully say that there is something destructive about his shabby mendacity and sneaking duplicity. But saying that would miss the real point, which is that he argues that I am snotty for wanting to embrace diversity. I should point out that this is almost the same argument that was made against Copernicus and Galileo almost half a millennium ago. If you observe some repetition in my statements, it is because such repetition is needed for clarity and emphasis as I put the fear of God into Rudd.
We’ve tolerated Rudd’s slimy, pathetic canards long enough. It’s time to lose our patience and chill our kindness. It’s time to build a true community of spirit and purpose based on mutual respect and caring. It’s time to shout to the world that if he believes that he is cunctipotent, then it’s obvious why he thinks that he is always being misrepresented and/or persecuted. If Rudd is incapable of discerning the mad ramblings of scabrous slubberdegullions from the wisdom and nuance embedded in a sage’s discourse then I seriously doubt that he’ll be capable of determining that he is more than merely cynical. He’s über-cynical. In fact, Rudd’s so cynical that he keeps stating over and over again that there is an international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids. This drumbeat refrain is clearly not consistent with the facts on the ground — facts such as that we must stop tiptoeing and begin marching boldly and forthrightly towards our goal, which is to lend a helping hand. If we intend to defend democracy, we had best learn to recognize its primary enemy and not be afraid to stand up and call him by name. That name is Mr. Kevin Rudd.
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