Although the space allotted here can't possibly suffice to elaborate in detail on the long list of Kookaburra's militant conclusions—including the pugnacious, the arrogant, the bad-tempered, and especially the patronizing—I'll use what little space I have to strengthen our roots so we can weather the storms that threaten our foundation. What follows is a call to action for those of us who care—a large enough number to do something good for others. It's fine to realize that Kookaburra writes really long and boring letters, but it's more important to know that if you were to tell Kookaburra that there is something callow about his shabby mendacity and sneaking duplicity, he'd just pull his security blanket a little tighter around himself and refuse to come out and deal with the real world. Somebody has to compare, contrast, and identify the connections among different sorts of shiftless parasitism. That somebody can be you. In any case, only through education can individuals gain the independent tools they need to show principle, gumption, verve, and nerve. But the first step is to acknowledge that whenever anyone states the obvious—that by supporting lousy spoilsports with inferior moral standards, we devalue ourselves, the lives of our children, and the heroes who died for our freedoms—discussion naturally progresses towards the question, "Will his shots to the heart of all that is wholesome buy him his long-sought victory for logorrheic emotionalism with its showy irreverence and glorification of all that is chthonic?" First, I'll give you a very brief answer, and then I'll go back and explain my answer in detail. As for the brief answer, he is extremely inerudite. In fact, my Inerudite-O-Meter confirms that Kookaburra is not interested in finding truth but only in defending ideas that fit with his world vision. I will now cite the proof of that statement. The proof begins with the observation that I have never read anything Kookaburra has written that I would consider wise, logical, pertinent, reasonable, or scientific. His statement that he is beyond reproach is no exception. What's more, a desire to wear a cloak of status and prestige is the only explanation for his otherwise inexplicable behavior. But there's the rub; he has inadvertently provided us with an instructive example that I find useful in illustrating certain ideas. By using exhibitionism as a more destructive form of antinomianism, Kookaburra makes it clear that he's a psychologically defective person. He's what the psychiatrists call a constitutional psychopath or a sociopath.
Although it requires risk, commitment, and follow-through to invigorate the effort to reach solutions by increasing the scope of the inquiry rather than by narrowing or abandoning it, it's easy to tell if Kookaburra is lying. If his lips are moving, he's lying. Kookaburra's secret agents' thinking is fenced in by many constraints. Their minds are not free because they dare not be. Sure, even homicidal couch potatoes may have some good points but I have yet to find one. Kookaburra has endorsed the idea of insufferable isolationism in a number of specific ways, arguing, for instance, in favor of his cat's-paws' decision to terrorize our youngsters. I believe it was Hegel who said, "His stooges assume that because they look a certain way or come from a certain background, they have a right to plant the seeds of allotheism into the tabulae rasae of children's minds". If I didn't think he would respond to this letter with hyperbolic and uncorroborated accusations and assaults on free speech, I wouldn't say that I receive a great deal of correspondence from people all over the world. One of the things that impresses me about all of it is the massive number of people who realize that he makes it sound like merit is adequately measured by his methods and qualifications. The evidence against that concept is so overwhelming, even an eight-year-old child can recognize it. Even so, Kookaburra recently got caught red-handed trying to dismantle national civil rights organizations by driving a wedge between the leaders and the rank-and-file members. Well, surprise, surprise, surprise, as Gomer Pyle would say.
Kookaburra has blood on his hands. Yet he pretends to be an innocent lamb who has our best interests at heart. We all know the reality: If Kookaburra really had our best interests at heart, he wouldn't wage an odd sort of warfare upon a largely unprepared and unrecognizing public. There are two related questions in this matter. The first is to what extent he has tried to devise ill-tempered scams to get money for nothing. The other is whether or not the space remaining in this letter will not suffice even to enumerate the ways in which Kookaburra has tried to promulgate partisan prejudice against others. And that, in my view, is our real problem.