Re: The Match That Wasn't

On May 9, 8:30 pm, "parrthe...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
" <parrthe...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:

> > Note to imbecilic "projectionists": my view is
> > that chess is a horrible *waste* of the human
> > intellect.  As such, the weaker you may be

> When you can't excel at something, put it down. By his own admission
> the Indiana Kid coulda been a contendah if only he had lived in
> Brooklyn like Bobby.


  It must have been the term "imbecilic" that drew
Mr. Parr in, like a fly to rotting flesh.  One might
just as well have called the man by name, so
fitting is this term.


> "Chess is as elaborate a waste of human intelligence as you can find
> outside of an advertising agency," sneered novelist Raymond Chandler.


  Indeed, while I read /every day/ about the many
virtues of capitalism and the evils of disliked
Commie dictators, the sad truth is that there are
evils among us, among capitalists.  I noted long
ago the fact of needless duplications, such as
two "struggling" gas stations on nearby corners,
each of them splitting the limited business, half
and half.  Here in the Midwest, nearly every
corner "drugstore" has a copycat rival situated
kitty-corner, again splitting the business such
that each store may struggle to make a decent
profit, their respective employees, naturally being
less productive in this situation, are paid less to
suit.

  But what really galls is the way that our federal
government is set up.  Nearly everything seems
to revolve more around the two-party war that is
ongoing, than about any other issues which may
pertain.  It reminds me a little of the Hatfields and
the McCoys -- two clans who fought for years
over the right way to face one's Knights on the
chess board (or some other "crucial" issue).

  The fact remains that from where I stand, the
very idea that one's chess rating is indicative of
self-worth tells a very revealing tale about these
imbecilic projectionists; about how they think
(or rather, are simply unable to think).  From my
perspective, getting roped into an obsession with
the game of chess reveals a character flaw; it
shows an inability to put life into its proper
perspective.  It reminds me of the poor fellow
whose last act in life was to warn viewers, on
camera, to not dare try what he and he alone
had done and was capable of doing: filming
grizzlies with no protection from being mauled
and eaten.  That was his last act because, well,
you can probably guess.  To such imbeciles I
have but one word: bear mace.  Okay, that's
two words... .


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