My complaint about Mr. Rukusu
I'd like to take a minute of your time to share some of my thoughts about Mr. Rukusu with you. Please note that many of the conclusions I'm about to draw are based on cogent and virtually incontrovertible evidence provided by a set of people who have suffered immensely on account of Rukusu. He is right about one thing, namely that fear is what motivates us. Fear of what it means when irrational doofuses lash out at everyone and everything in sight. Fear of what it says about our society when we teach our children that he is a paragon of morality and wisdom. And fear of stuck-up smut peddlers like Rukusu who engender ill will. He always demands instant gratification. That's all that is of concern to him; nothing else matters -- except maybe to change this country's moral infrastructure. I tell you this because I, for one, want nothing more -- or less -- than to reach out for things with permanence, things beyond wealth and comfort and pleasure, things that have real meaning. To that task I have consecrated my life, and I invite you to do likewise.
Technically, Rukusu says that he commands an army of robots that live in the hollow center of the earth and produce earthquakes whenever they feel like shaking things up a bit on the surface. But then he turns around and says that people are pawns to be used and manipulated. You know, you can't have it both ways, Rukusu. It's his belief that my letters demonstrate a desire to cast the world into nuclear holocaust. I can't understand how anyone could go from anything I ever wrote to such a pharisaical idea. In fact, my letters generally make the diametrically opposite claim, that it has been, and is, my great undertaking to delegitimize Rukusu. But you knew that already. So let me add that the net effect of Rukusu's pranks will be a generation of kids who are unable to read, write, or distinguish good from evil. What's my problem, then? Allow me to present it in the form of a question: Will the world ever be free of self-satisfied, brainless flibbertigibbets like Rukusu? To ask that question another way, does Rukusu's oversized ego demand that he make bargains with the devil? The answer may surprise you, especially when you consider that he simply wants to win at all costs the war against our individualism and our liberties. Don't make the mistake of thinking otherwise. Rukusu does, and that's why when I first became aware of his covert invasion into our thought processes, all I could think was how he argues that I am haughty for wanting to create a world in which boosterism, jingoism, and vandalism are all but forgotten. I should point out that this is almost the same argument that was made against Copernicus and Galileo almost half a millennium ago. It is becoming increasingly obvious to many people that I don't need to tell you that this is a very real and serious concern. That should be self-evident. What is less evident is that we wouldn't currently have a problem with immoralism if it weren't for Rukusu. Although he created the problem, aggravated the problem, and escalated the problem, Rukusu insists that he can solve the problem if we just grant him more power. How naïve does he think we are? Truly, according to Rukusu, a richly evocative description of a problem automatically implies the correct solution to that problem. He might as well be reading tea leaves or tossing chicken bones on the floor for divination about what's true and what isn't. Maybe then Rukusu would realize that his demands are rife with contradictions and difficulties; they're absolutely jaded, meet no objective criteria, and are unsuited for a supposedly educated population. And as if that weren't enough, it would be a work of supererogation to force him into early retirement at a time when every week there transpires news of unconscionable Machiavellians following Rukusu's orders to get on my nerves. Let's remember that. We all learned the Golden Rule in school. Maybe Rukusu was absent that day.
Rukusu's cock-and-bull stories are perpetuated by an ethos of continuous reform, the demand that one strive permanently and painfully for something which not only does not exist but is alien to the human condition. If you think about it, if one believes statements like, "Rukusu never engages in neo-unforgiving, cranky, or feeble-minded politics," one is, in effect, supporting what I call gutless worrywarts. For those of you out there who don't know what I'm talking about, let me give you a quick explanation: he extricates himself from difficulty by intrigue, by chicanery, by dissimulation, by trimming, by an untruth, by an injustice. What I am getting at is this: Rukusu has -- not once, but several times -- been able to attack the critical realism and impassive objectivity that are the central epistemological foundations of the scientific worldview without anyone stopping him. How long can that go on? As long as his pompous, prurient harangues are kept on life support. That's why we have to pull the plug on them and keep the faith. To close, let me accentuate that if we call your attention to the problem of quasi-twisted evil-doers, we shall not only survive Mr. Rukusu's attacks; we shall prevail. http://www.pakin.org/complaint