Today's Topics:
anti-Dobbs complaint
Big Dummy's Guide to Astral Projection
Defining the blues
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Message-Id: <9502252340.AA13044@conniver.media.mit.edu>
To: subgenius@mc.lcs.mit.edu
Subject: anti-Dobbs complaint
Date: Sat, 25 Feb 95 18:40:52 -0500
From: Michael Travers <mt@media.mit.edu>
[forwarded]
I am writing to express my concerns about Bob Dobbs, and more
specifically, his doctrines regarding putrid punks. The first thing I
want to bring up is that Bob has let his raving feelings obscure
reality. I am not making a generalization when I say that it is
important to realize that he thinks that I'll run for cover if he can
subvert existing lines of power and information. However, his values
are attributable to an ignorance born of fear. He has made some very
dangerous assumptions about tasteless uncouth vagrants. I'll let you
in on a little secret: we must recognize that I am asking the readers
of this letter to be aware that nobody seems to realize that I
maintain that the portrayal of bourgeoisie in our culture is partially
responsible for Bob's views. I'm certainly afraid of gruesome
insensitive slime. To tell you the truth, I've never encountered
anything as patronizing as Bob's deeds. Most of us insist that Bob is
extremely sexist. So don't tell me that this is typical of the kind of
noise he enjoys making just because he is as pusillanimous as he is
rotten.
I feel this way because he has come very, very close to making me
question my existence. Even with the increasing number of sleazy
zombies, he is wrong. Collectivism is irrelevant here. While in my
effort to uncover Bob's hidden prejudices, I will need to expose some
of Bob's yellow-bellied grumpy deeds, I can barely contain myself from
going into a laughing fit when I see one of these stubborn
dipsomaniacs. People have pointed out to me that there's a distinction
to be made here, but I still can't help but think that it would please
Bob greatly to lash out at everyone and everything in sight. To be
sure, he is trying to deflect attention from his obscene tactics, but
he gives new meaning to the word "shabby". He flaunts his personal
theories and attitudes on everyone else. He should just quit whining
about everything. In that respect, we can say that Bob's loud fantasy
fits neatly into his crude model of society.
Bob's use of the worst types of annoying misers you'll ever see is
undoubtedly pathetic. Granted, Bob is living in a dream world. But Bob
represents a new breed of revolting inconsiderate bimbos. Life is too
short to have to deal with insipid drunks. All he wants is to
overthrow democratic political systems. I contend that it needs to be
taken into account that I got off on a tangent. A final note: I
proudly adopt this stand.
[yes, because nobody on this list seems to have the time, initiative,
or slack to send in some decent rants, we have to resort to mechanically
generated ones. A damn context-free grammar has more of Dobbs in it than most
of you bobbies out there!]
The author may be found at:
http://www-csag.cs.uiuc.edu/individual/pakin/complaint
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Date: Sat, 25 Feb 1995 15:07:08 -0500
From: "Keith F. Lynch" <kfl@access.digex.net>
Message-Id: <199502252007.AA00622@access2.digex.net>
To: Subgenius@mc.lcs.mit.edu
Subject: Big Dummy's Guide to Astral Projection
Cc: kfl@access.digex.net
John Woods <jfw@eddie.mit.edu> writes:
> Feh. What kind of a Guru is this, if his "Traveling Tips" don't
> include telling you where the Astral Stuckey's are? Don't leave
> your body without it.
Astral junk food can cause astral obesity. Then your astral body
may no longer fit back into your material body.
Don't you just hate it when that happens?
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Message-Id: <9502250628.AA12249@conniver.media.mit.edu>
To: subgenius@mc.lcs.mit.edu
Subject: Defining the blues
Date: Sat, 25 Feb 95 01:28:24 -0500
From: Michael Travers <mt@media.mit.edu>
[forwarded from somewhere]
A surreal response to the question "What is the blues?", made by one
of the blues' elder statesmen:
"You know, old folks say, it's a long lane don't have no end and a bad wind
don't never change. But one day, back when Hoover was president, I was driving
my cart down Beale Street, and I seen a rat, sitting on top of a garbage can,
eating a onion, crying."
--Furry Lewis (quoted in *Rhythm Oil* by Stanley Booth)
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