Friday, April 24, 2009

Quoting A Letter to the Idiot dated 17 July 2008

Life on the Verandah is about philosophical aesthetic and nourishing of philosophical temperant. Explosive literatures should be put somewhere else. The reason I wish to put A Letter to The Idiot, which I wrote on 17th July 2008 is it, in a sense, serves the purpose of Life on the Verandah, by pointing out that evolutionary pressure is necessary to put humanity in good cause. The artificial parameters or spirits cannot bring Good to human alone. They must be helped by Natural Elements (capitalised because they are defined specifically).

Dear Idiot,

Are you a spiteful person? Are you sick? Do you have a diseased liver or brain? I am not disposed to ask questions naturally. But I raise questions when facing an idiot, and obviously I have the answer to all my questions respecting idiots. Are you a spiteful person? You are, for you definitely do not know where this question comes from, and you definitely do not bother where it comes from, and you are only concerned that you can take off on time and join other idiots in the karaoke bar. Are you sick? Terminally. Sickness may be treatable yet I do not wish a cure be available. Do you have a diseased liver or brain? Your liver is diseased, but your brain deceased. Let me tell you, Idiot, I am not like you, an idiot. This is evidenced by my behaviour and my habits in daily life not only entirely different from yours but totally in contrast with yours.

I am puzzled when you queued up for hours for a pair of rubbish sandals with a monkey sign on them. Let me ask you, Idiot, did you read Critique of Pure Reason, in the hours you squandered queuing downstairs of the monkey shop, with the company of other monkeys, chimpanzees, bums, scums, imbeciles and primate-like entities in the form of a long queue. I think not. Kant's masterpiece is reserved for the brilliant minds, not you. You need not be worried as you have not heard of Critique anyway and you will not feel ashamed if asked why you did not read it. 'None of my business.' you think. But where did the time go? You wasted it? Well, I give you the peace of mind. No, you did not waste it. You never treasured your time so one cannot say you wasted the time, as if time was precious and you mistakenly used it in the wrong manner. Not at all, you queued up for your pair of rubbish sandals and time went on with you as well as other useful people. But even though your time was taken, it was not accounted for as though it had not been taken.

When you had lunch, alone or with other bums, scums and imbeciles, did you think of the food you ate? Was it good or bad? What did you talk? Did you debate Morality and Amorality as a reality of collective good or simply a standard naturally derived from behaviour of human being? No, you did not. All you did was to talk about why your employer did not raise your wage (I can answer this for you, for you are just an idiot, which has not been worth the money you have been kindly bestowed as you begged for it disgracefully, sneezed even by the monkeys who are starving for bananas). Why did you occupy the whole table when your nauseating bum friends had not even left their shitty office? Did you want to demonstrate your idiocy to such great extent that the Useful World had to shovel you away? Well, I tell you, I teach you The Idiot. But you will not listen. I am sure. I tried to tell a monkey of The Idiot. It ate bananas and ignored me. So I must say, you will not listen to me. The protagonist in The Idiot does not resemble you. I cannot find anything in common with you in him, Prince Myskin. The world believes Prince Myskin an idiot and calls him an idiot, but he is not. Myskin is not like you. This is blasphemous to compare Myskin with you. You ate or devoured junk food and consciously refused to accept my telling of a brilliant story. You queue up for scandals but are ignorant of the Corpenican Revolution in philosophy. Your consciousness is as idiotic as your being, which should have not been created from the outset. The Christian intellectuals feared Feurebach for his philosophical brilliance and eloquence. You do not in the same manner you are afraid of no junk food. Will you every think about the Good and attempt to differentiate it from the Bad? I think not.

You spend so much time eating junk food, going to karaoke bar with monkey friends, drinking low-quality alcoholic drinks. Have you ever introspected and realised what you have done is worthless? Not only that, are you conscious of the plight that your own being hinders the Useful World's development? Do you understand that such nonsense as equal opportunities or anti-discrimination or anti-racists or political correctness or pan-democracy is as detrimental and evil as the Inquisition and the Assassins? Do you see that it is because of you idiots, anti-discrimination becomes discrimination - against talents, against the Useful, against the Good? Do you smoke cigar? Do you enjoy Havannas or non-Cubans? Would a Dominican Davidoff satisfy your palette? Can you smell the floral fragrance burning out of a Cohiba Esplendido? I do not even expect you to ask why, reason being that you are worse than the monkeys who can choose good bananas and throw away bad ones. Your bad mouth can only hold Marlboros but throw out Ardberg or Oban or Miltonduff. Your shitty hands can only hold cheap cigarettes. Your ghastly eyes see not Evil, as they are too blind to see such brightness, such stretching of the amplitude of life; they see only tabloids which publish pictures of 2nd class B-movie actressess going to discotheques. They can't read but only see. Your unlubricated brain think of having sexual intercourse with them (her) every night but all you can do is to jerk off in front of your cheap PC.

Oh yes, I almost forgot, a PC, a machine that you idiots love to embrace. You must be a big fan of those MSN, ICQ, Skype or Facebook. What a socialite! What good is it that you socialise with only idiots? How can your brain not become paralysed and deceased, if you are exposed in prolonged periods to MSN, ICQ, Skype or Facebook, those objects that promote idiocy under the disguise of cleverness. So, Idiot, I admonish you, you are becoming devolved into worse than a giant jellyfish whose ancestry dates back the very primordial age, but giant jellyfish conquest humankind. Idiots do not know of its existence, nor does jellyfish know of idiots. But the prolonged exposure to Facebook obviously turns you into some kind of jellyfish, only that you do not share the strong survival 'instinct' evolved through millions of years and perfected through sporadic changes on Earth. You are apparently a giant jellyfish bound to be eaten by Chinamen.

So, Idiot, I have to answer all questions in one go: The only place for an idiot like you is the gas chamber.

I remain, Idiot,

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