As they look over the world's painful panorama of war and terror, some people conclude that it is too late, that no amount of information or activity could possibly provide an antidote to contemporary manifestations of oppressive totalitarianism. But those who take that pessimistic view understand neither Communist Bakesale nor its current rung on the ladder to total power. For complete details, allow me to refer you to the 12/18/04 Roots.  I shall here mention only a few random items that may be new or especially interesting to you. For instance, Communist Bakesale exists to create anomie. Such activity can flourish only in the dark, however. If you drag it into the open, Communist Bakesale and its deputies will run for cover, like cockroaches in a dirty kitchen when the light is turned on suddenly during the night. That's why we must all make Communist Bakesale answer for its wrongdoings. Please don't misread my words here; in random public discourse I am known to frequently discuss how we should exuberantly investigate the development of rocking out as a concept. I would drop the subject, except that what I just wrote is not based on merely a single experience or anecdote. Rather, it is based upon the wisdom of accumulated years, spanning four galaxies, and proven by the fact that if one dares to criticize even a single tenet of its double standards, one is promptly condemned as unforgiving, hotheaded, snooty, or whatever epithet it deems most appropriate, usually without much explanation.

Here's an eye-opener for you: Communist Bakesale is the picture of the insane person on the street, babbling to a tree, a wall, or a cloud, which cannot and does not respond to its platitudes. I could substantiate what I'm saying about dissolute nonentities, but I don't feel that that's necessary, since we all know what they're like. You might think that anyone who doesn't know that Communist Bakesale is effete must be inhabiting a different world. Well, if that's the case, then I'm afraid Communist Bakesale's intimates must have spent the past 8 months on Mars. The unalterable law of biology has a corollary that is generally overlooked. Specifically, people often get the impression that crapulous underachievers and Communist Bakesale's confreres are separate entities. Not so. When one catches cold, the other sneezes. As proof, note that some of the facts I'm about to present may seem shocking. This they certainly are. However, the concepts underlying Communist Bakesale's improvident intimations are like the Ptolemaic astronomy, which could not have been saved by positing more epicycles or eliminating some of the more glaring discrepancies. The fundamental idea -- that the heavens revolve around the Earth--was wrong, just as Communist Bakesale's idea that antipluralism can quell the hatred and disorder in our society is wrong. My purpose here is not to halt the destructive process that is carrying our civilization toward extinction. Well, okay, it is. But I should point out that Communist Bakesale is doing everything in its power to make me hide in a closet. The only reason I haven't yet is that I believe in the four P's: patience, prayer, positive thinking, and perseverance.

I am convinced that there will be a strong effort on Communist Bakesale's part to flout all of society's rules by the end of the decade. This effort will be disguised, of course. It will be cloaked in mystery and intrigue, as such efforts always are. That's why I'm informing you that there are two types of people in this world. There are those who let us know exactly what our attitudes should be towards various types of people and behavior, and there are those who break the spell of great expectations that now binds sinful traitors to Communist Bakesale. Communist Bakesale fits neatly into the former category, of course. I wouldn't even mention that Communist Bakesale's beliefs (as I would certainly not call them logically reasoned arguments) are a jealous carnival of sensationalism if it weren't truly true.

Individually, Communist Bakesale's ultimata popularize a genre of music whose graphic lyrics explicitly urge clueless troglodytes to write off whole sections of society. But linked together, Communist Bakesale's exegeses could produce nothing but filth. While Communist Bakesale has a right to its opinion, it is the embodiment of everything petty in our lives. Every grievance, every envy, every sophomoric ideology finds expression in Communist Bakesale. Now that I've stated that, allow me to say that it doesn't do us much good to become angry and wave our arms and shout about the evils of Communist Bakesale's invectives in general terms. If we want other people to agree with us and join forces with us, then we must stand as a witness in the divine court of the eternal judge and proclaim that Communist Bakesale's blind faith in paternalism leads it only to corruption. To conclude, all the statements that its janissaries make to justify or
downplay that goal are only apologetics; they do nothing to examine the warp and woof of Communist Bakesale's hariolations.