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Hello! I sent your article to a warrior/journalist friend and it instigated a huge rant which I found entertaining. I hope you won't be offended by the language, it's meant in only the most lively vigor, and wasn't originally intended for general review. As you may imagine, any journalist with even a vermouth dash of Objectivist thinking is spurned wholesale by the mainstream . . .
[the New York Review of Books] is full of Cerebralistas wanking-off over the carryings-on of other Cerebralistas, whereupon they can go act the snob in front of their Cerebralista friends at an agendalist/fearling/Cerebralista cocktail party.
This is how Cerebralistas entertain themselves.
'Well, tut tut, I wrote a smashing review for (insert prominant, un-understandable, Cerebralista academic here) because he (insert appropriate overworded, cerebral wank-off intended to impress Cerebralista friends as opposed to conveying any real meaning or better understanding, more like a hoch-deutshe grammer bee)."
"Ooooh, yes, I completely see your point, I myself (insert over-worded, cerebal reply as the other cerebralista attempts to keep up with the cerebralista who started it all)."
All of which began as making sure one got invited to all the "right" parties and being seen with all the "right" people as opposed to any real attempt at informing anyone about anything real.
And so it goes, like kids at summer camp. Never mind that the people who REALLY need interesting and informative knowledge can't be bothered to try and keep up with the over-worded blather about subjects which have no real meaning in their everyday lives.
None of this, in the end, will do jack to save them from the Tatooed Warlord.
I have many angry friends.
Julia
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