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March 12, 2011 / adgerellis

Contraindicative, or “Switcher-Roo!”

“Blame-the-other-guy.”  –Oh, if people in the United States do not have “good-will” for the other guy;  if people in America do not have compassion for the other guy, then there will be no real social progress. No real economic justice. All is lost!  Compassion, is not some sentimentality, but the common sense to recognize that a person, or group of people are in real pain, real hurt, about to die and suffer a life threatening injury.  Not some self-righteous pretext, some kind of foolish excuse to make a “frivolous complainant,”  and acting as if words could do “bodily injury” when the complainant will do more harm, hurt, and suffering than a little common sense would do by applying the Golden Rule. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

People make a country, and a nation, not money alone and certainly not laws.


The neo-cons are good at control. The political-right learned their lesson good, probably from the 1960’s radical left. How to manipulate an argument?  One of the ways the neoconservative and their “boot-lickers,”  the religious  right control a  conversation, is to simile a fiendish grin, and play the social game of  “Gottcha.”  They, the religious hucksters, and their leaders pretend to be offended at some minutia, and nit-pick at a word or idea, with no real reason except to control the conversation.

NSA is destroying the American economy by excessive surveillance ! See link…

Victorians were good at this type of control, and  Gilbert & Sullivan were right on cue to point out the social duplicity. Such a double-standard ended the Victorian era of hypocrisy in the grotesque horror of  World War One. World War One was no “Tea Party!”  No  ” Mr. Nice Guy “‘ , in baby talk, as the Victorians might condescend.

“Damn! Damn! Damn!”

Captain Corcoran of the good ship “HMS Pinafore” wanted to marry off his daughter to The Right Honorable Sir Joseph Porter, First Lord of The Admiralty.  His daughter, named Josephine fell madly in love with a sailor, whose  name was Ralph Rackstraw.

Trying to control his anger at learning that his daughter was determined to marry a sailor, Captain Corcoran sings,

“In uttering a reprobation, to any British sailor,

I try to speak with moderation, but you have gone too far!

I’m very sorry to disparage a humble  foremast  lad, but to seek your  captain’s daughter, why damn it! That’s

too bad!  Well, damn it that’s too bad. Yes, damn it that’s to bad.”

Just at that time, Sir Joseph and his cousins and his sisters and  his aunts all come out on the poop-deck. Now, shit-ball, reading this, make an issue that a ship does no have such a thing as a “poop-deck.”  Now, nit-pick and show the public how ignorant you are. Sir Joseph’s sister’s, cousins and aunts eavesdrop, and over hear Captain Corcoran cussing. In the  tradition of a Victorian busybody and gossips, instead of ignoring what is none of their business, and doing the proper and polite thing, they open up in song and broadcast what they heard, –

“Did you hear him?  -Did you hear him?  Oh, monster!  Oh, monster!

Overbearing!  Overbearing!

Don’t go near him! -Don’t go near him!

He is swearing!  He is swearing!”

Then Sir Joseph sings,

“My pain and my distress, I find it is not easy to express;

my amazement,   -my surprise,  -you may see it in my eyes!”

Captain Corcoran  trys  to defend himself,

“Sir Joseph, one word,  -the facts are not before you!

The word was injudicious, I allow, but hear my explanation I implore,

and you will be indignant I avow!”

Sir Joseph says,

“I will hear of no defense.  Attempt none if you’re sensible.

That word of evil sense is wholly indefensible.

Go, rabble, get you hence, to your  cabin with celerity.

This is the consequence of ill-advised asperity!

For I’ll teach you all, ere long, to refrain from language strong.

For I haven’t any sympathy for ill-bred rants!”

Sir Joseph speaking to the sailor Ralph Rackstraw,

“Now, tell me my fine fellow,  -for you are a fine fellow?”

Ralph answers:  “Yes, you honour.”

Sir Joseph says,    “How came your captain so far to forget himself? I am quite sure you had given him no cause for annoyance.”

Ralph says to Sir Joseph,  “Please you honour, it was this-wise. You see I’m only a topman, -a mere foremast hand…”

Sir Joseph interrupts,  “Don’t be ashamed of that. Your position as a topman is a very exalted one.”  Ralph;  “Well, please your honour,  love burns as bright in the fo’c’sle as it does on the quarter-deck, and Josephine, the captain’s daughter, is the fairest bud that ever blossomed upon the tree of this poor sailor’s wildest hopes. She is the figurehead of my ship of  life,  -the bright beacon that guides me into my port of happiness.  She is the rarest, the purest gem that ever sparkled  in this poor sailor’s life!”

Now, Sir Joseph gets what is going on. Ralph Rackstraw, the lowly sailor is in love with Sir Joseph’s fiancee. Now, the “switcher-roo!’

Sir Joseph screams,

“‘Insolent sailor, I will  teach this presumptuous mariner to discipline his affections. Have you such a thing as a  dungeon on board?  Then load him with chains and take him there at once!”

So, then, when ” push-comes-to-shove ” all the pretty words are so-much “bull shit” when Sir Joseph’s and Captain Corcoran interest are involved. Nothing really changes, or does it?

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