Satire, Insults and the Pearly Gates
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January 23, 1989
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Jan Cox Talk 0448 – January 23, 1989 – 1:26
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :04
“Upping the stakes” is what makes Some Success (failure) at This Thing so extremely distasteful. This is why J. so rarely exhorts the Group, in a random or vague fashion to change. The Real Revolutionist should not lightly undertake anything. Rather than engage in internal dialogue about possible benefits of This Thing, ask: Do I personally need New Intelligence? Are you using This Thing as an excuse for failure in your ordinary life?
There are three possible levels of insult:
1) “Don’t insult me” (“don’t you know what kind of a guy I am?”); this is the ordinary City level.
2) “Don’t insult Life” (non-individual, more complex intelligence of the would-be Revolutionary).
3) “Don’t cause Life to insult itself”.
The ultimate blasphemy for the Real Revolutionist: attempting to change by saying so but not doing so. You’ve got to be somebody to insult yourself.
“An angry man cannot recognize satire”. Recall the profitable attitude for a Real Revolutionist to have, suggested by J.: view every upsetting situation to be a “test” sent by the gods to see how enlightened and worthy of entrance into paradise you are. The least upset precludes recognition, let alone appreciation of the satire that Life spreads everywhere in the City. What if the things that make you mad are just a joke, and you miss it? Miss the opportunity to see around the corner. What if the “Day of Judgment” is an accounting of how many satires you were able to recognize? Look into the mirror and see if you can recognize satire.
And Kyroot Said…
In the city, it’s hard NOT to be a piker.
It requires the services of at least two people to establish
any human problem.
One father would line up his four sons each morning, and
shout at them, “If you got a duty, do it. If you ain’t got a
duty — get one.”
Who is it that truly represents the most complex danger to a
state, the powerful, or the powerless? (As someone in the back
of the world suspected, this IS a trick question.)
Any question worth a damn is a trick question.
Within the revolutionist’s system is always room for
Don’t bother to go see a new species on their opening night.
Two more city voices in the carioca of conversation, “What
could be more full of promise than an egg?” The reply, “A full
Don’t forget, next week is the monthly meeting of that
formidable city organization, The Society For The Increasing
Influence Of Limited Minds. See you there.
Heard some good advice for both in-here and out-there, “When
in a strange court, call everyone ‘Your Grace’.”
If they were to try and compliment you on certain efforts,
and you were somehow obliged to respond, say, “It’s my job man,
it’s just my job.”
That ole terra-toned city philosopher in the park caught me
last night and asked, “Hey, my question of the hour is this: Do
enrollments in Geology studies increase immediately after an
There is this fellow quite near Warsaw, who calls himself,
“The Very Large Fellow,” and he says that the impression is even
greater if you see him by himself.
Once you realize that “it’s all packaging” you gotta then
consider the trade of RE-packaging.
There’s a guy who sez he’s figured out what the “D’s” stand
for in the term “Three-D universe”: dumb, dumber, and dumbest.
I saw a guy squinting and rubbing his eyes, who finally
said, “Jeeze, I guess I’ve reached the age to where my eyes are
playing tricks on me,” and his neighbor thought, “How’s he gonna
feel when he finds out about his MIND.”
In city affairs, men are driven to say and believe such
things as, “Although it may not come to be in our lifetime, we
will have the comfort in dying to know that we assisted in its
ultimate arrival.” At least in this revolutionary activity
you’ll never have to say… hell, you can NEVER say that.
Ordinary “truth” is growth embalmed.
A former political leader, in his dying days, sat on a
mountain top looking on his city and thought, “How, how can I
have any hope for a state made up of people just like me?”
The rich are beautiful, but the free are MAGNIFICENT.