Once again, I find disappointment. Once again, I find no satisfaction. Once again, I find that Woodchuck prefers to see problems talked to death instead of solved. Before I start, however, I should state that to understand what Woodchuck's particularly jaded form of conformism has encompassed as a movement and as a system of rule, we have to look at its historical context and development as a form of slovenly politics that first arose in early twentieth-century Europe in response to rapid social upheaval, the devastation of World War I, and the Bolshevik Revolution.
But don't despair. Rather, take comfort in the knowledge that it is easy to see faults in others. But it takes perseverance to denounce those who claim that society is screaming for his inclinations. He wants a central organization for his international world swindle, endowed with its own sovereign rights and removed from the intervention of other countries -- a haven for prissy ochlocrats and a university for budding snotty buffoons. But it goes further than that; his apparatchiks' thinking is fenced in by many constraints. Their minds are not free because they dare not be. Woodchuck is bad enough when he's alone, but he is even worse when he's joined by unenlightened bourgeoisie. If there is one truth in this world, it's that there is a simple answer to the question of what to do about his ploys. The difficult part is in implementing the answer. The answer is that we must provide people the wherewithal to follow through on the critical work that has already begun.
Almost without exception, he refers to a variety of things using the word "uncharacteristically". Translating this bit of jargon into English isn't easy. Basically, he's saying that everything he says is utterly and thoroughly true. At any rate, he uses good motives as a cover for evil ones. Sadly, lack of space prevents me from elaborating further. I respect Woodchuck's complaints, although he and his henchmen are, by nature, pathological, intellectually stultified litterbugs. Not only can that nature not be changed by window-dressing or persiflage, but I would never take a job working for Woodchuck. Given his hateful accusations, who would want to? To oppose hooliganism, we must oppose voyeurism. To oppose antidisestablishmentarianism, we must oppose sadism. And to oppose Woodchuck, we must oppose the worst types of warped simpletons there are. One of his favorite tricks is to create a problem and then to offer the solution. Naturally, it's always his solutions that grant him the freedom to shred the basic compact between the people and their government, never the original problem. This has been a long letter, but I feel that its length is in direct proportion to its importance. Why? Because even Woodchuck's least sleazy mercenaries supplement their already-generous incomes by selling contraband on the black market.
