All a fruit of wombschoolin’ I suppose it must be, Mr. Bones, this knee-jerk contempt for moderates and moderation.
Master Narky Dexter [1] has been raised so that he scarcely recognizes the existence of dissent and heresy and _kufr_ except in the same high-and-dry way that one recognizes that there must be something or another on the backside of the moon.
The same syndrome accounts for that automatic neocomradely contempt for ‘empathy’ that the same patients have been exhibitin’ of late.
“Why travel when I am already here?” asked the Boston Brahmin lady. Narky thinks that same happy thought, but ideologically rather than geographically.
All very promising for us l*b*r*l fiends, is it not, Mr. Bones?
Happy days.
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[1] Narcissus Q. Dexter, member of the 1994 graduatin’ class at WNU, Wombschool Normal University, with a B.S. degree in chicagonomics and bigmanagement.
