Maybe Even The Conspiracy-Crazed Heathen Can Be Saved, Then?

I was just about to write to you, Mr. Bones, about how the Tendenz-addicted gentry at Mu’ámara Junction lived up to their Murdoch-worthy pretensions and actually managed to summarize without any summatorializing for once, only to be arrested by Even More So in the following form:

Badger's pledge: "I will never charge you $59.95 a month for puffery"

Now of course if charges were ever actually brought, they'd certainly be no more paid to Mu’ámara Junction than to Slogger City, and perhaps "puffery" is not altogether warrantable, seeing that there was a discernible effort to spiff the SC product up immediately before they began to protest how much cheaper than a daily Starbucks fix "$59.95 a month for puffery" is, after all.

Though who knows if such spiffiness will last if enough marks actually start payin' Starbucks prices for their puffery fix? Aunt Nitsy has confined her Dowd and her Brooks and her Friedman and her Nicholas D. Kristof behind a similar e-wall without any noticable improvement in product quality -- or any noticable degeneration either, although perhaps the base was always so low that degeneration from it becomess difficult to detect.

Perhaps at Mu’ámara Junction the freely tendentious react the same way we ourselves immediately did, Mr. Bones, guessing that the Slogger City crew want to make a profit out of their "Iraq" investments as quickly as possible, since an exploitable "Iraq" might not last? Perhaps. Of course we ourselves have long since agreed that such fears are quite needless, that an invasion-based (or invasion-crazed) GOP-Model "Iraq" is basically here to stay, with only some Congressional and tank-thinker disputes about the exact perimeters and parameters of the thing. At MJ, they're all agog for bulletins of indig TwentyPercenter or ab externo Sunninterní successes and victories, however, mostly meaning failure and defeat for the policies of militant Republican Party extremism in its present phase of stumblebumism.

Well, we'll see. Time will tell. Not only will Time tell, it will tell free, gratis, and for nothing: surely Father Time would never dream of askin' "$59.95 a month" for all that trouble that it must take to keep the planets and seasons faithfully revolving like some folks do!

Without going into any exact or technical religionistical detail, Mr. Bones, -- vado in mirabilibus supra me!-- allow me suggest to you that "Time will tell" is probably a maxim to be somehow subsumed under "God knows best" rather than set up in opposition to it. "Time will tell" you can have for free, sir, and as to exactly WHAT "God knows best" about-- in any cheapjack horse-race kind of way -- why, all the riches of Midas and Rockafeller and Bill Gates between them could not ever purchase THAT! To suppose that there can be some "$59.95 a month" intermediate position seems despicable to the systematically bigoted gentry at Mu’ámara Junction, and despicable it really is. Let us therefore despise it, sir, and reck not who else despises as well lest they somehow discredit our own despite by mere association. Our primary association is with the validity and justness of what we ourselves charge, sir, and not with every scattershot Tom, Dick and Harriet who charges something not unlike. To think otherwise would be like supposing that Chancellor Hitler made vegetarianism a hopelessly tainted cause. The real world does not qork quite like that.

Carpe diem!, O Bones! Accept this occasional conjunction against "$59.95 a month" for what it is, only rare and occasional, but yet 'tis a True Conjunction all the same while it temporarily lasts.

'Tis a very pretty bubble, sir, and I pray you to admire it quâ bubble and not over-officiously spoil this rare happy season of like-mindedness by preaching solemnly that "bubbles don't last" as if nobody had ever heard of that physical fact and metaphysical dogma before!