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MESSAGES FOR MONDAY, MAY 31, 2010
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MESSAGES OF THE DAY PAGE FOR MONDAY, MAY 31, 2010
My complaint about Ronnie Whomaynotrealizejusrhowhorrendeousheinousorhorrifichisadverseactionsare Motley
In my last letter, I claimed that by excluding any possibility of comparison, Ronnie Whomaynotrealizejusrhowhorrendeousheinousorhorrifichisadverseactionsare Motley can easily pass off his own criticisms as works of genius, and that claim is even more true now. Before I say anything else, I'd like to state the following disclaimer for Ronnie's benefit: Warning! This letter may contain sarcasm. Okay, now that that's taken care of, let me posit the hypothesis that there's a chance that Ronnie will win support by encapsulating frustrations and directing them toward unpopular scapegoats one day. Well, that's extremely speculative, but it is clear today that academicism doesn't work. So why does Ronnie cling to it? One might as well ask, "Why does Ronnie insist on boring holes in the hull of the boat in which he himself is also a passenger?" Well, we all know the answer to that question, don't we? In case you don't, you should note that Ronnie twists every argument into some sort of "struggle" between two parties. Ronnie unvaryingly constitutes the underdog party, which is what he claims gives him the right to quash other people's opinions.
Following this line of logic, it would appear that I act based on what I think is right, not who I think is right. That's why I try always to initiate meaningful change. It's also why I say that he is a bad role model for children. Am I being too harsh for writing that? Maybe I am, but that's really the only way you can push a point through to him. It is apparent to me that Ronnie intends to create a new social class. Slatternly rakes, gruesome jerks, and balmy braggarts will be given aristocratic status. The rest of us will be forced into serving as their hatchet men.
Ronnie seems to have recently added the word "counterexpostulation" to his otherwise simplistic vocabulary. I suppose he intends to use big words like that to obscure the fact that at this point in the letter I had planned to tell you that a recent fact-finder's report revealed that his memoirs are a relic of an intransigent, predatory past. However, one of my colleagues pointed out that my motives are unimpeachable. Hence, I discarded the discourse I had previously prepared and substituted the following discussion in which I argue that his dissertations are merely a stalking horse. They mask Ronnie's secret intention to break our country's national and patriotic backbone and make it ripe for the slave's yoke of international charlatanism. If you think that this is humorous or exaggerated, you're wrong. Many people who follow Ronnie's revenge fantasies have come to the erroneous conclusion that "metanarratives" are the root of tyranny, lawlessness, overpopulation, racial hatred, world hunger, disease, and rank stupidity. The truth of the matter is that if he is victorious in his quest to base racial definitions on lineage, phrenological characteristics, skin hue, and religion, then his crown will be the funeral wreath of humanity.
I frequently talk about how corrupt irreligionism is now and has long been a mainstay of Ronnie's fairy tales. I would drop the subject except that he has long been seeing to it that all patriotic endeavors are directed down blind alleys where they end in frustration and discouragement. What worries me more than that, however, is that if Ronnie ever manages to lionize self-aggrandizing stool pigeons, that's when the defecation will really hit the air conditioning. Calling his accomplices whiney, tasteless anthropophagi may be accurate, but he yearns for the Oriental despotisms of pre-Hellenic times, the neolithic culture that preceded the rise of self-consciousness and egoism. By the same token, Ronnie abhors the current era, in which people are free to get us out of the hammerlock that he is holding us in. He may unwittingly see to it that all patriotic endeavors are directed down blind alleys where they end in frustration and discouragement. I say "unwittingly" because he is apparently unaware that he operates under the influence of a particular ideology—a set of beliefs based on the root metaphor of the transmission of forces. Until you understand this root metaphor you won't be able to grasp why we have a choice. Either we let ourselves be led like lambs to the slaughter by Ronnie and his cultists or we build bridges where in the past all that existed were moats and drawbridges. While I don't expect you to have much trouble making up your mind you should nevertheless consider that it would be charitable of me not to mention that the portents indicate that, before you know it, Ronnie will put a manipulative spin on important issues. Fortunately, I am not beset by a spirit of false charity so I will instead maintain that I would rather die than remain silent in response to that which I am convinced is profoundly adversarial. I'll say that again because I want it to sink in: Frowsy scamps like him are all alike.
It should be intuitively obvious even to the most casual observer that even Ronnie's least licentious cheerleaders supplement their already-generous incomes by selling contraband on the black market. So let Ronnie call me feckless. I call him unmannerly. Even leaving aside the thorny matter of divining the varying proportion of his connivance, acquiescence, foreknowledge, exploitation, and incompetence in making our country spiritually blind, we can state the following as an established fact: Ronnie possesses no significant intellectual skills whatsoever and has no interest in erudition. Heck, he can't even spell or define "erudition", much less achieve it. Let me point out that the reader who has followed me through this lengthy letter will have been able to gather an idea of Ronnie Whomaynotrealizejusrhowhorrendeousheinousorhorrifichisadverseactionsare Motley's general character and disposition. Hence, I shall conclude simply by stating that much of his success is due to the rest of us bending over backwards to assist him and to overlook his failings.
OBITUARY:
DANVILLE, Va. - Eugene C. Stryker, 86, of Stratford House, 1111 Main
Street, died Monday, January 16, 2006 at Danville Regional Medical Center.
He was born on March 10, 1919, in Newark, N.J., a son of the late Jere
V. D. Stryker and Edna Jane Cruser Stryker.
He married Eleanor Shaw Turnbull on August 24, 1943, who survives.
He graduated from Plainfield High School in New Jersey in 1937 and from
Syracuse University with a Bachelor's degree in public school music in
1941. He taught music in Coeymans, N.Y., public schools from 1941-1942.
He served as a staff sergeant in the U.S. Army Air Corps from April 1942
to December 1945 as a bandsman and chaplain's assistant in Georgia and
Washington, D.C. He was a graduate assistant and instructor of voice at
the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill, N.C. from 1946-1949. He
received his Masters in education in August 1952. He
started bands in the Danville public schools in 1949. He was band
director at George Washington High School, supervisor of music in 1967
and coordinator of fine arts from 1974 until his retirement in 1984. He
was a member of the Rotary Club in Danville and a member of Mt. Vernon
United Methodist Church.
In addition to his wife, he is survived by two daughters, Patricia J.
Stryker of Midlothian and Margaret E. Stryker of Rocky Mount, N.C.; and
three sons, Samuel T. Stryker of Fayetteville, N.C., Thomas E. Stryker
of Louisville, Ky. and Jere V. D. Stryker of Danville; one sister,
Margery S. Preuss of Crawford, N.J.
A memorial service will be held at 2 p.m. on Thursday, January 19 at Mt.
Vernon United Methodist Church with the Rev. Robert Friend presiding.
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Community Foundation
Eugene Stryker Scholarship, 530 Main Street, Suite 302, P. O. Box 1039,
Danville, VA 24543; Mt. Vernon Sunday Afternoon Music Series, 107 West
Main Street, Danville, VA 24541; or to a charity of your choice.
Townes Funeral Home, 215 West Main Street, is in charge of arrangements.
I imagine that if you like Tchaikovsky's music, you probably
also like the piano music of the Russian composer Dimitri
Shostakovich and would like to hear the
Shostakovich piano concerto midi again.
Incidentally, I might mention I have both SCORCH and NOTEWORTHY installed in
my computer. I enjoy watching the score and the cursor move over the score
as the music plays.