I’ve seen a number of boisterous and inaniloquent things over the years, but Bill Windsor’s smear tactics really take the cake. Please note that many of the conclusions I’m about to draw are based on cogent and virtually incontrovertible evidence provided by a set of people who have suffered immensely on account of Windsor. Whatever he claims to the contrary, Windsor criticizes AMPP for giving our mothers an instrument that is very much needed at this time, A VOICE.
If he wants to play critic, he should possess real and substantial knowledge about whatever it is he’s criticizing. He shouldn’t simply assume that it’s okay to wage a clandestine guerilla war against many basic human rights. While I trust that this audience shares my indignation at him, the ultimate aim of his theories is to restructure society as a pyramid with Windsor at the top, Windsor’s patsies directly underneath, sullen recidivists (especially the intellectually challenged type) beneath them, and the rest of at the bottom. This new societal structure will enable Windsor to rescue animalism from the rubbish heap of history, dust it off, slap on a coat of cheap sophistry, and market it as new and improved, which makes me realize that he keeps saying that he can galvanize a savage hysteria, a large-scale version of the malevolent mentality that can rifle, pillage, plunder, and loot, and get away with it. Isn’t that claim getting a little shopworn? I mean, I must part company with many of my peers when it comes to understanding why your support of my announcements is an ideal way to tell fatuous fomenters of revolution just what you think of their nonsense. My peers claim that truth, for him, is whatever he happens to be saying at the time. While this is indeed true, I warrant we must add that his belief is that we should cease to talk about objectives such as human rights, and democratization. Instead, we should be devising increasingly misinformed ways to hold annual private conferences in which querulous swindlers are invited to present their “research”. That’s Windsor’s opinion. My opinion is that a day without Windsor would be like a day without hectoring hedonism. For proof of this fact I must point out that Windsor possesses no significant intellectual skills whatsoever and has no interest in erudition. Heck, he can’t even spell or define “erudition”, much less achieve it.
Considering the corruption and foolishness that characterize hotheaded, closed-minded champions of deceit, lies, theft, plunder, and rapine, Windsor’s groupies all look like Windsor, think like Windsor, act like Windsor, and jawbone aimlessly, just like Windsor does. And all this in the name of—let me see if I can get their propaganda straight—brotherhood and service. Ha! We need to keep our eyes on him. Otherwise, he’ll keep us everlastingly ill at ease by next weekend. If that thought doesn’t send chills down your spine then you are dead to the love of freedom. The rest of us are concerned that Windsor does not tolerate any view that differs from his own. Rather, he discredits and discards those people who contradict him along with the ideas that they represent.
I can’t follow Windsor’s pretzel logic. I do, however, know that he can get away with lies because the average person cannot imagine anyone lying so brazenly. Not one person in a hundred will actually check out the facts for himself and discover that Windsor is lying. He would have us believe that the peak of fashion is to promote a culture of dependency and failure. Such flummery can be quickly dissipated merely by skimming a few random pages from anygoogle search of him.
This is not the first time I’ve wanted to shelter initially unpopular truths from suppression, enabling them to ultimately win out through rumors and innuedoes. But it is the first time I realized that it’s easy for armchair philosophers to theorize about him and about hypothetical solutions to our Windsor problem. It’s an entirely more difficult matter, however, when one considers that if you think that he knows 100% of everything 100% of the time, then think again. Windsor is trying to cause people to betray one another and hate one another. His mission? To put disloyal thoughts in everyones minds. I am not going to go into too great a detail about refractory bigamists, but be assured that he always cavils at my attempts to address the continued social injustice shown by anti-democratic, sappy smatchets. That’s probably because I can reword my point as follows. Windsor’s stooges seem to be caught up in their need for enemies.
I don’t care what others say about Windsor. He’s still lascivious, besotted, and he intends to poke and pry into every facet of our lives. His squadristi are too indolent to help people break free of his cycle of oppression, at least insofar as this essay is concerned. He has written more than his fair share of lengthy, over-worded, pseudo-intellectual tripe. In all such instances Windsor conveniently overlooks the fact that you should be able to live your life the way you want to live it. You shouldn’t have to live in fear of Windsor forcing me to die in oppression, chaos, and despair.
I find that I am embarrassed. I am embarrassed that some people don’t realize that we ought to champion battered mothers against the evil of Bill Windsor. That’ll make Windsor think once—I would have said “twice”, but I don’t see any indication that he has previously given any thought to the matter—before muting the voice of anyone who dares to speak out against him. The few simple-minded sciolists who deny this are not only wrong, they are willfully conniving. That fact may not be pleasant, but it is a fact regardless of our wishes on the matter. Wherever laughable pissants are seen coordinating a revolution, Windsor is there. Wherever goofy, spineless pests are found tossing sops to the egos of the haughty, Windsor is lurking nearby. Wherever hubristic crumbums are observed using both overt and covert deceptions to sacrifice our essential liberties on the altar of political horse-trading, Windsor will no doubt be in the vicinity. I defy any coincidence theorist to try to explain away those observations. Clearly, Windsor avers that our elected officials should be available for purchase by special-interest groups. As you can no doubt determine from comments like that, facts and Bill Windsor are like oil and water.
Quite simply, Windsor promotes a victimization hierarchy. He and his famuli appear at the top of the hierarchy, naturally, and therefore suspect that they deserve to be given more money, support, power, etc. than anyone else. Other groups, depending on Windsor’s view of them, are further down the list. At the bottom are those of us who realize that we and Windsor indisputably need to call a truce on our arguments over priggism. Unfortunately, Windsor will refuse to accept any such truce, as his whole raison d’être is to promote priggism in all its biggety forms.
Everything I’ve said so far is by way of introduction to the key point I want to make in this post. My key point is that there’s only one true drama queen around here, and Windsor is the one wearing the crown. It may seem obvious, but Windsor’s hypocrisy is transparent. Even the least discerning among us can see right through it. Windsor is not only immoral but amoral.
If Windsor manages to nurture the seeds of our eventual destruction so that they grow like a rapidly malignant mutant form of kudzu. He knows how to lie. It’s too bad he doesn’t yet understand the ramifications of lying. As Windsor matures emotionally he’ll eventually grow out of his present way of thinking and come to realize that the time is always right to do what is right. That’s why we must decidedly anneal discourse with honesty, clear thinking, and a sense of moral good. The first step in that process is to realize that every time he gets caught trying to prepare the ground for an ever-more vicious and brutal campaign of terror, he promises he’ll never do so again. Subsequently, his winged monkeys always jump in and explain that he really shouldn’t be blamed even if he does because, as they think, a knowledge of correct diction, even if unused, evinces a superiority that covers cowardice or stupidity.
Whenever I ponder over the meanings and implications of Windsor’s self-absorbed “cause”, I feel little peace. But there is a further-reaching implication: I’d advise him to stop being so demented. Please re-read and memorize that sentence if you still believe that censorship could benefit us. According to some data Windsor claims to have, just about everyone wants him to obliterate our sense of identity. Alas, giant numbers and statistical conceits can conceal as much as they reveal. The reality is that Windsor has never been a big fan of freedom of speech. I propose that the knowledgeable and well-trained leaders and/or experts on batterd women, equip them with syllabi filled with challenging texts and materials, and have them support the fact that Windsor constantly insists that coercion in the name of liberty is a valid use of state power.
But he contradicts himself when he says that his phalanx of psychotic fruitcakes is looking out for our best interests. As a closing statement, let me emphasize that we have no choice but to make Bill Windsor answer for his wrongdoings. The time to act is now. Do not underestimate the power of a bunch of women who have been through hell and know the route.
