...be along shortly to comment on Super Sock Puppeteer's latest duck-and-dodge-by-accusing-others-of-what-self-does, but in the mean time, have you ever noticed that it's really typical for the ziophile to excuse himself and his ideological and action-oriented fellow travellers by anticipatory strike rhetoric?
It's a little like having a step-brother you don't like and who was forced upon you by your parent's remarriage to a new spouse you dislike worse than the new step-brother. You may try passive-aggressions if you're of a certain weak-willed and spineless temperament.
Let's call new step-brother "Hymie."
One day, you come home from school and are hungry. You look in the refrigerator and you see nothing that appeals to your adolescent sugar cravings. In one of the cabinets is a large box of cookies that your mother is saving for a dinner party two days from now. You like those cookies and start thinking that the two-days-off dinner party can go without, you want them now. You raid the cabinet, taking the cookies down to your room, shutting the door behind you and chomping away.
Several hours later, your mother returns. She begins her dinner fixing and in the process notes the cookies are missing from the cabinet. Since she knows you like that kind of cookie, she heads straight to your room.
"Jonny, do you know what happened to that box of cookies in the cabinet? I was saving them for the dinner party two days from now. I don't have time to go to the grocery between now and then, and now I'm without cookies for the dinner party. Do you know anything about this?"
You resist the temptation to beam ear-to-ear with personal pride in your clever chicanery, and offer your mother a look of compassionate concern. "Have you looked in Hymie's room? I think I saw a cookie box on his bed."
Your mother heads to step-brother Hymie's room and finds a cookie box empty of all but a few crumbs, and maybe another quarter-cup of crumbs is scattered on the bed coverings. "Oooooooooooh. That Hymie!" you hear your mother say.
That ear-to-ear grin previously stifled now appears mysteriously on your face. Victory is yours, once again! And gained solely through deception!
There are big things in store for you when you get older. Aren't there, Jonny?
This household fable brought to you by Paul Behrer, your friendly neighborhood atomizer of reality