Dear George,
One of life’s wilder comedies is when an enslaved democracy tries to liberate an enslaved third world country. Elites commonly think they are free because they are drowning in toys. Being unwilling to perceive how enslaved their concrete situation is, they create an abstract freedom that is more fantasy than fact. This abstraction, rather than reflecting reality, shields them from it.
Having divorced the abstract and the concrete, the elites fall victim to the fantasy that they can impose this delusional abstraction on another culture, thus effecting an instant transformation in their condition.
Our Neocons are the driving force behind this fantasy. Some say a Neocon is a liberal who was mugged by reality. Reality has nothing to do with it. A Neocon is a liberal on a bad acid trip. Scratch a Neocon and you will find a menopausal Pollyanna. This is their strength, and this is why they had lifted America to the very pinnacle of glory.
Hang on to your britches, Big Guy; I’ve got to take you around the barn, again. The proper relation of the abstract and the concrete is one of an ongoing dialog that continues until an understanding of the concrete is arrived at. The concrete modifies the abstract until the abstract objectively reflects the concrete because this dialectic has given rise to a critical analysis of the concrete in a dialectical relationship.
The simple fact that you have no idea what the fuck I’m talking about means that there is no chance in hell that our Neocons will ever understand this. So they will continue to force their abstract dream worlds on the other cultures and, in the process, become as oppressive as the oppressors from whom they are trying to liberate them.
Now you understand why it is such a comedy.
Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones
7:00:37 AM 
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