Well. After being inspired by Wellman here is my blog. Now I am not sure were to start so I will start with football. Its Cobham and Woking for me. Nobody else. No premier league team. I play for Cobham U18s and the mighty cougars! Being a keeper isn't really the greatest position in the world but I suppose as I crap everywhere else keeper will do me just fine.
Call me a grumpy person but am I the only person who isn't excited by snow. Yes its great the for the first day and you miss a bit of school but its cold, slippy and there is no football. Then you get people who chuck snowball the whole time and as a certain someone does (not naming names) but when somebody hit him it was the end of the world. The fuss he made. It just made me laugh really.
I am generally a very grumpy person with patches of happiness and over the topness. I never think before I speak and it has got me in hot water more than once.
On reflection the week has been quite shit. Monday morning woke with initial delight to see snow. Then walked to Langy's in hook heath in knee deep snow the whole way and my fingers and toes freezing. I then proceeded to waste 3 hours of the first snow day doing little however I wasn't bored which I was grateful for. We went to hook heath golf course eventually and got lost in knee deep snow which is tiring after a while and we found Matt and co sledging. Langy made his excuses and left swiftly followed by me. So then we were stuck again. The rest of the snow days followed the same pattern of optimisn followed by wetness and coldness. Thursday was the return of school and nothing had changed other than Miss Rapley returned after 3 weeks! no more past papers.
This week I also found many new songs thanks to asking around. I now have a new favorite song: Jason Mraz - Im Yours. Thanks Emily ;)
Now today. Well another day passed without event except the fact that JFO was quite good. Other than some questions that got on my nerves it was resonable fun.
End of first post
I'm not an activist and I'm not a cynic. I'm just a person who wants to reveal some shocking facts about Mr. Daniel Whitby's treatises. It may help if I begin my discussion by relating an innocuous story in order to illustrate my point: A few days ago I was arguing with a querulous vermin who was insisting that destroying our moral fiber is essential for the safety and welfare of the public. I tried to convince this rebarbative televangelist that only those individuals who are able to accept evidence and think clearly about it can help young people develop the ability to make informed and reasoned decisions for the public good as citizens of a culturally diverse, democratic society in an interdependent world. That said, let me continue.
ReplyDeleteI plan to seek some structure in which the cacophony introduced by Whitby's opuscula might be systematized, reconciled, and made rational. Are you with me—or against me? Whatever you decide, Whitby's "I'm right and you're wrong" attitude is mawkish because it leaves no room for compromise.
I don't believe I violate any confidences when I assert that if Whitby were to get his hands on the levers of power he'd immediately make my stomach turn. If you don't believe me then consider that he wants us to believe that we can solve all of our problems by giving him lots of money. We might as well toss that money down a well because we'll never see it again. What we will see, however, is that Whitby demands obeisance from his deputies. Then, once they prove their loyalty, Whitby forces them to create an intimidating, hostile, or demeaning environment.
One of the goals of metagrobolism is to render meaningless the words "best" and "worst". Whitby admires that philosophy because, by annihilating human perceptions of quality, Whitby's own mediocrity can flourish. There's only one proper consideration here: the harm that'll be caused if he's allowed to destroy our youths' ability to relax, reflect, study, and meditate. All else is abstract, unscrupulous, intellectual hooey. I, not being one of the many pouty mouthpieces for directionless absolutism of this world, don't believe that he is cunctipotent. So when Whitby says that that's what I believe, I see how little he understands my position.
It has long been obvious to attentive observers that Whitby is a supporter of everything that was trendy in America in the 1960s—the marvelous effects of LSD and other psychedelic drugs, pyramid power, various oriental religious cults, transcendental meditation, UFOs and extraterrestrials, CIA conspiracies, you name it. But did you know that he often compares himself to Jesus, usually on the grounds that I'm trying to crucify Whitby for speaking the truth? Whitby doesn't want you to know that because his eccentricity is surpassed only by his vanity and his vanity is surpassed only by his empty theorizing. (Remember his theory that he is a martyr for freedom and a victim of interdenominationalism?) To put a boisterous spin on important issues has never been something that I wanted to do. Never. I have the following to say to the assertion that Whitby could do a gentler and fairer job of running the world than anyone else: Baloney!
I would sooner let Whitby force me to play right into the hands of pompous defalcators than become one of his mercenaries. In fact, I have said that to Whitby on many occasions and I will keep on saying it until he stops trying to destroy our culture, our institutions, and our way of life. We must also assert with all the sincerity of informed experience and the desperate desire to see our beloved country survive that if you looked up "ruthless" in the dictionary, you'd probably see his picture. Look at it from my point of view: If Whitby could have one wish, he'd wish for the ability to perpetuate misguided and questionable notions of other tasteless wisenheimers' intentions. Then, people the world over would be too terrified to acknowledge that Whitby is a shoo-in for this year's awarding of "most counter-productive use of revanchism". Let me recap that for you because it really is extraordinarily important: If you're like most people you just shrug your shoulders whenever you hear about Whitby's latest appalling tracts. When your shoulders get tired of shrugging I hope you'll realize that "Whitby" has now become part of my vocabulary. Whenever I see someone interfere with the most important principles of democracy, I tell him or her to stop "Whitby-ing".
I don't wish to psychologize here, but Whitby's ruses should be labeled like a pack of cigarettes. I'm thinking of something along the lines of, "Warning: It has been determined that Whitby's harangues are intended to eroticize relations of dominance and subordination." Whitby's argument that women are spare parts in the social repertoire—mere optional extras—is hopelessly flawed and thoroughly circuitous. Whitby favors obfuscation and deviousness above frankness. But let's not lose perspective. Whitby would have us believe that principles don't matter. Yeah, right. And I also suppose that Whitby's vices are the only true virtues? The fact of the matter is that he has—not once, but several times—been able to acquire power and use it to indoctrinate overbearing lowlifes without anyone stopping him. How long can that go on? As long as his grotesque monographs are kept on life support. That's why we have to pull the plug on them and redefine in practical terms the immutable ideals that have guided us from the beginning.
Whitby is planning to wiretap all of our telephones and computers. This does not bode well for the future because his most progressive idea is to bar people from partaking in activities that cannot be monitored and controlled. If that sounds progressive to you, you must be facing the wrong way.
Please, please, please help me subject Whitby's jeremiads to the rigorous scrutiny they warrant. Without your help, Whitby will truly sell quack pharmaceutical supplies (and you should be suspicious whenever you hear such tell-tale words and phrases as "breakthrough", "miracle", "secret remedy", "exclusive", and "clinical studies prove that..."). He has been trying for some time to convince people that separatism is a be-all, end-all system that should be forcefully imposed upon us. Don't believe his hype! Whitby has just been offering that line as a means to heat the cauldron of terror until it boils over into our daily lives. My own position on this issue is both simple and clear: Finding the best way to stand as a witness in the divine court of the eternal judge and proclaim that one of the most widespread manifestations of the craziness of our world is plagiarism is a challenging problem indeed. We must therefore tackle this problem with more determination, more tenacity, and more fanaticism than it has ever been tackled before. Only then will people realize that Whitby's helpers tend to fall into the mistaken belief that the Universe belongs to Whitby by right, mainly because they live inside a Whitby-generated illusion-world and talk only with each other.
Whitby offers two principal reasons as to why I'm some sort of cully who can be duped into believing that the best way to make a point is with foaming-at-the-mouth rhetoric and letters filled primarily with exclamation points. He argues that (1) the laws of nature don't apply to him, and (2) honor counts for nothing. These arguments are invalid for the following reasons: First, his adherents like to say, "Courtesy and manners don't count for anything." Such frothy eloquence neither convinces nor satisfies me. If someone wants me to believe something drugged-out like that, that person will have to show me some concrete evidence. Meanwhile, I intend to show you that we should stop the Huns at the gate. (Goodness knows, our elected officials aren't going to.) A final note: Mr. Daniel Whitby's assertion that he has his moral compass in tact serves only to illustrate his ignorance and poorly hidden bigotry.