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MUSCAE VOLITANTES:[1] MOURNING AND MELANCHOLIA AT RADICAL TANGERINE

Recently we received and published an experimental text from one of our readers who thought we should, in addition to rigorous analytical discourses, deploy various modes of experimental writing in our fight against incipient fascism on this campus. The piece we published evidently has unsettled the scribe(s and readers?) of RADICAL TANGERINE who, in the light of that text's remobilization of languages and voices, have suddenly discovered how juvenile their own “humor” is--aimlessly wandering, as it does, between the scatalogical ("DIPSHIT") and NRA banalities ("one size--bullet--fits all"). In bereavement and the confusion of grief, the Scribe of RADICAL TANGERINE now does not know what to make of all this and wants to open up a forum for (serious?) “discussion" to ascertain whether we of the AO Supplements are “running out of wit” as he--the happy sophomore--at one time said, or are we of the AO Supplements “outwitting” him? He has not decided as yet (of course, being an “author”, he has to decide, remember?)... In the meanwhile, the fascist bard seems to have also developed new “muscae. . . ." and now this gun-toting sheriff of difference ("one size fits all”, etc.) whose entire world is kept together by paramilitary and surveillance images ("INTERPOL”...) cannot see the difference between a text that shows the grim violence of fascist “jokes” that are used to cover up the brutality of capitalism and a text that puts a smiley face on the same. In other words, he desperately needs lessons in “difference." However, the facetious fascist is just an old transcendentalist (on which see the GLOSSARY) (forthcoming) and does not understand anything that is not immanent (after all, doesn't he think of himself as a philosopher of religion with “creativity"--of the TEARS and ALTARTIY variety?). Well, we should not say that, should we? We are not supposed to know him, so let's just say he is “still at large." So, the lesson of difference has to be given to him “immanently."

The trouble is (since this is one more time--against all laws of crisp writing--we are using “trouble” we might just as well come out and say. “the trouble of the trouble” is) that he has trouble understanding even simple lessons given in “i m m a n e n c e." EXPLANATION: When we gave him a lesson in humor (through the only language he understands), he thought that what our text showed was actually the “triumph” of “his” humor. It did not occur to him that. . . Well, if that did not occur to him then for sure this explanation won't either and so here we have paralogy (isn't he proud of being a logician of the philosophy of religion?): that is, an “explanation” that is not an “explanation” ((THREE QUESTIONS AND TWO-AND-A-HALF-PUNS ARE STORED HERE FOR THE NEXT TEXT WE WRITE)).

So, having lost the “funny"-ness of our “funny” text, he (while asking us to explain to him why he is a fascist) is

PERFORMING FASCISM:

How? He is celebrating VICTORY (Isn't that what Fascist marches are about?) He is reveling in the sound of marching jackboots that have CRACKED the ENEMY and achieved the BIGGEST... CAVE-IN... of all. The sheriff of difference is intoxicated by CRACK-ING. WHEN THE FASCIST TOUCHES THE WORLD, HE FEELS ALIVE AGAIN: POWER, HE SAYS TO HIMSELF, IS IN MY. . . . The “funny” in the “funny” is lost on the BUTTHEAD NAZI, but after all he is a philosopher of logical religions and even he sees that there is something “out of character” in the funny lesson on the funny--religion is a great “DISCIPLINE” (ask Nietzsche--the HEADMASTER)--especially when combined with “Creative Writing”. Yes, ask Nietzsche and his son TAYLOR.... And, yes of course, before we forget. Harvey (oops. ..we meant Harpy) Tangerine Trade Unionist also voted last year for the social democratic candidate for president.

His triumph is THE VICTORY OF THE ARYAN FAITH (over the Brooklyn accent) PLUS THE VICTORY OF THE WHIP (oops, we meant “whiff") OF DESIRE (harassing women, bashing gays. . .) . . . The arsenal (oops!) of the CLOWN PEDAGOGUE.

SEE YOU ON THE QUAD, SHERIFF!

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FACETIOUS FASCISM (FF)

THE RADICAL TANGERINE. Spring 1995. Volume 1. Number 5.

Colloquial Title: An Allegory Of Contradictions Revealing Serendipity Of Mirth

We belong to the ACLU and have supported last presidential andidates endorsed by the Democratic Socialists of America.

And given the recent turn of events,

CRACK we'd like to raise some issues for discussion. [image: clown pedagogue after punching someone with a right hook.]

DIPSHITs are not into asking questions, they're into giving answers.

i. ii. iii. 'Brooklyn accent' is racist? How does that figure? "Those people The poor s.o.b.