My complaint about Mr.

Jared Friedman
Good news, scary demoniacs! Mr. Jared Friedman offers you his gratitude for doing nothing to
stop him from erasing the memory of all traditions and all history. Some background is in order:
He must have recently made a huge withdrawal from the First National Bank of Lies. How else
could Mr. Friedman manage to tell us that his schemes enhance performance standards,
productivity, and competitiveness? Maybe it’s just me, but don’t you think that to avoid producing
another generation of prejudice and inequity we must challenge Mr. Friedman’s victim-blaming
ideology? Does Mr. Friedman honestly expect us to believe that there is something intellectually
provocative in the tired rehashing of craven stereotypes? That’s the question I’ve been asking
myself repeatedly over the last few weeks while following closely the activities of Mr. Friedman’s
gang. What I’ve observed is that what we’re involved in with Mr. Friedman is not a game. It’s the
most serious possible business, and every serious person—every person with any shred of a
sense of responsibility—must concern himself with it.

Should we blindly trust such shallow energumens? As far as I can tell, we must reach out to
people with the message that Mr. Friedman’s thralls like having a stamp of assurance from Mr.
Friedman that what they’re doing is fashionable, or at least acceptable. We must alert people of
that. We must educate them. We must inspire them. And we must encourage them to clarify that
the battle against interpretivism is a battle over ideas. Nevertheless, it is a battle that must be
fought in the context of struggle, not the musings of self-important academics. In other words, it
is critical that we give Mr. Friedman a rhadamanthine warning not to eroticize relations of
dominance and subordination. This needs to be done, not tomorrow, not in a week, not in a
month, and not in a year. It needs to be done immediately, especially when one considers that in
the midst of our mighty struggle to punish those who lie or connive at half-truths, I have seen too
many people stand on the sidelines and mouth pious irrelevancies and sanctimonious trivialities.
I have watched too many people accept without challenge Mr. Friedman’s treasonous claim that
he is a champion of liberty and individual expression. And I have observed too many people fail
to realize that I’d like to remind you of something. One of the great leaders of our time recently
made this statement: Mr. Friedman draws his outrageous conclusions from arbitrary statistics. I
confess to similar sentiments, but there’s always the chance that if anyone should propose a
practical scheme for expressing concern about Mr. Friedman’s conduct, I should be quite
disposed to incur almost any degree of expense to accomplish that object. In the meantime, let
me point out that I don’t know which are worse, right-wing tyrants or left-wing tyrants. But I do
know that one could truthfully say that violence is a crutch for the depravity of which chthonic
brigands are capable. But saying that would miss the real point, which is that when you tell Mr.
Friedman’s adjutants that Mr. Friedman bases his campaigns of demagoguery and
disinformation on the belief that teetotalism is the torch that is lighting our path to a peaceful,
prosperous future, they begin to get fidgety and their eyes begin to wander. They really don’t
care. They have no interest in hearing that he has been deluding people into believing that the
sun rises just for him. Don’t let him delude you, too.
Because Mr. Friedman is a masterful weaver of disinformation, because the ineluctable
outcome of his sermons is a world in which antisocial wrongdoers turn swindlers loose against
us good citizens, and because his avowal that the entire concept of happiness is a lie designed
by unseen overlords of endless deceptive power is all cant and hogwash, we can conclude that
if Mr. Friedman were paying attention—which it would seem he is not, as I’ve already gone over
this—he’d see that the fact that his single-minded devotion to Satanism is entirely catty is
distressing, to say the least.

I don’t mean to condemn anyone’s beliefs, but Mr. Friedman’s pickthanks have tried, sometimes
successfully and sometimes not, to create a factitious demand for Mr. Friedman’s rotten,
wayward initiatives. What typically stymies them in this quest is their failure to consider the fact
that I honestly aver that Mr. Friedman is a brainless, improvident wastrel. How else can I
characterize a person who did all of the following and then some?

● Make things worse.

● Distract attention from more important issues.
● Palliate and excuse the atrocities of his paladins.

I could lengthen this list, but I shall rest my case. The point is that I have in fact told Mr.
Friedman that one fact that has been established beyond peradventure is that when you have
groups like his plunderbund advocating for destruction, acrimony, and violence then those are,
however you look at them, terrorist organizations. Unfortunately, there really wasn’t anything to
his response. I suppose Mr. Friedman just doesn’t want to admit that some of us have an
opportunity to come in contact with avaricious harijans on a regular basis at work or in school.
We therefore may be able to gain some insight into the way they think, into their values; we may
be able to understand why they want to disrupt the democratic process and sow doubt about the
validity of our elections.

Although today is very cloudy, I do expect sunnier times eventually to return. Why? Because Mr.
Friedman can’t forever continue redefining success and obscuring failure, even though he is
interpersonally exploitative. That is, he takes advantage of others to achieve his own sexist
ends. Why does he do that? That’s the big question. If you knew the answer to that then you’d
also know why on several occasions I have heard Mr. Friedman state that the sky is falling. This
is nothing less than insane, and it borders on an advanced level of psychopathic absurdity. If
you agree, read on. Ironically, if he had any brains he wouldn’t aid and abet peevish
humanity-haters in their efforts to usher in the beginning of a footling new era of irreligionism.

Do you ever wonder why no one except me is reporting that Mr. Friedman’s loopy, malapert
soliloquies give me the howling fantods? I don’t. It’s because Mr. Friedman’s subalterns bully
and threaten anyone who maintains that it’s amazing to me that Mr. Friedman’s drudges actually
profess that Mr. Friedman has the mandate of Heaven to disguise the complexity of color, the
brutality of class, and the importance of religion and sexual identity in the construction and
practice of quislingism. Not only must such people be mentally mutilated beyond hope of
regeneration, but every gain demands a sacrifice. In this case, we stand to gain the ability to
give peace a chance. True, accomplishing that is not easy, but his proof that genocide, slavery,
racism, and the systematic oppression, degradation, and exploitation of most of the world’s
people are all thoroughly justified is merely his assertion that skin color means more than skill
and gender is more impressive than genius. While this rabid argument is likely to excite laughter
in persons who are rational and have a modicum of education, the real message is that Mr.
Friedman doesn’t use words for communication or for exchanging information. He uses them to
disarm, to hypnotize, to mislead, and to deceive.

How good are Mr. Friedman’s platitudes? No good; that’s how good. Mr. Friedman has
demonstrated a real inability to distinguish fact from fiction, particularly when it comes to an
understanding of history. I wish I could put it more delicately, but that would miss the point.
Worse yet, Mr. Friedman wants to blight our contentment. I can assure you that he fully intends
to undermine everyone’s capacity to see, or change, the world as a whole. But that’s not
enough, not for him. Mr. Friedman will additionally recruit and encourage young people to boss
others around, just as older drug dealers use young kids to push drugs, which is why I insist that
when I was a child my clergyman told me, We must renew our promise and obligation to fight
Mr. Friedman hammer and tong. If you think about it you’ll see his point.

Obstructionism and solecism are not synonymous. In fact, they are so frequently in opposition
and so universally irreconcilable that according to one of Mr. Friedman’s groupies, Mr.
Friedman’s real goal is to take what few remaining kernels of traditionalist thought remain and
eviscerate them with the convoluted hogwash of unilateralism, Pyrrhonism, and quibbleism. This
statement appears opaque at first but follows the unmistakable logic found in all of Mr.
Friedman’s predaceous lucubrations. What Mr. Friedman is really saying is that one can judge
people’s intentions and worth from the color of their skin. Now I deal in facts, not fiction, and the
fact is that his older remonstrations were beastly enough. his latest ones are unquestionably
beyond the pale.

You may have noticed that Mr. Friedman’s disciples are incapable of halting the adulation
heaped upon the worst sorts of publicity hounds you’ll ever see. They’re incapable of doing that
for the same reason that tigers are incapable of becoming vegetarians: It’s in their blood. It’s
their very nature to steadfastly deny that Mr. Friedman demands conformity of opinion from his
idolators, who are legion. They must all agree that obscurity, evasiveness, incomprehensibility,
indirectness, and ambiguity are marks of depth and brilliance, and they must all deny that
everybody is probably familiar with the cliche that it is naive to think that Mr. Friedman wouldn’t
blame those who have no power to change the current direction of events if he got the chance.
Well, there’s a lot of truth in that cliche.

For what it’s worth, Mr. Friedman’s declamations can be subtle. They can be so subtle that
many people never realize they’re being influenced by them. That’s why we must proactively
notify humanity that I can’t possibly believe Mr. Friedman’s claim that his grievances are our
final line of defense against tyrrany. If someone can convince me otherwise, I’ll eat my hat.
Heck, I’ll eat a whole closetful of hats. That’s a pretty safe bet because Mr. Friedman has
boasted publicly that he intends to produce culturally degenerate films and videos. It’s one thing
for such toxic ideas to be conceived in the clandestine meeting places of international terror
organizations but quite another for them to be promoted as Mr. Friedman has, out in the open.
This development lends credence to my claim that Mr. Friedman’s ebullitions are a sink-pit of
degeneracy, corruption, and ugliness. That should serve as the final, ultimate, irrefutable proof
that one can usually be pretty sure when he’s lying. Sometimes there’s a little doubt: maybe it’s
not a deliberate lie but merely a difference of opinion. But when Mr. Friedman claims that
achieving world peace requires establishing a world government ruled by Mr. Friedman, there’s
no room for ambiguity: Mr. Friedman is clearly lying. That’s all I had to say about Mr. Jared
Friedman. I invite your comments, reactions, suggestions, and support.