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The Francoist Challenge: or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Think for Myself


Vladimir

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It has been popular for some time now to flaunt one's knowledge of Francoism by dismissing it as 'changing every few minutes to whatever suits Vladimir and the New Pacific Order'. Given this, one would expect there to be dozens, hundreds, or perhaps even thousands of internal contradictions and inconsistencies within the philosophy, as it is forced to sway one way and then the other. Yet, despite this, and despite my directly asking to see a single such contradiction every time I see the criticism made, none have been forthcoming.

Why is this? Well, it is clear to me, as I explained a few months ago, that it is purely political.

I keep hearing about all these inconsistencies and contradictions within Francoism, yet nobody has ever bothered to point out what they actually are. In fact the claim only really started when I wrote against Electron Sponge, closely followed by he and his political chums launching their campaign to discredit the article through discrediting me (which led to some humorous debates, where those attacking the 'inconsistencies' of Francoism were forced to admit that they hadn't actually read the article they were attempting to critique). It seems to be one of those things that has entered the anti-Francoist consciousness as 'common sense' that doesn't require them to actually ask the question of themselves: why do I believe this?

But I live to be proven wrong, and therefore open the floor to:

The Francoist Challenge.

You start off in a darkened, circular, stone room. There are two doors in front of you, and an old man in a cloak. Through one door, fame and fortune -- a shiny place in every future post directed against myself or Francoism. Through the other, dreary self-enlightenment, where study and critical thought have rendered you an independent mind -- a fate surely worse than death.

You move forward, but the old man steps out in front of you, saying nothing, but not allowing you to pass. Not until you show yourself worthy of one door.

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The old man looks up, his tired eyes gradually becoming visible from beneath the shadowy cloak and their deep, wrinkled, sockets. Looking through you at something that is not there, his eyes are dark, emotionless, betraying no sign of humanity. As you stand, rooted to the spot, his left arm slowly moves from his side. He seems to be motioning towards nothingness: but in the distance, a flicker of green. You leave the old man behind in silence, moving away from the two doors where your destiny had hitherto lay, mesmerised by the green flicker as it grows larger, clearer.

The flicker becomes a light, stretching perhaps a couple of feet across, but only a half foot vertically. You get closer, a stone wall appearing out of the darkness, curving towards you on both sides, back towards the old man. The green flicker has now transformed itself a solid block, with some white inconsistencies within it. Apprehensively, you move closer still. It hangs directly overhead now, above a sizeable indentation in the wall. You look up to the light, seeking the guidance that the hooded figure far behind either couldn't or wouldn't give.

The white inconsistencies have formed something more coherent now, letters of a sort, clear, capitalised. Suddenly a feeling washes over you, the properties that this once distant green flicker contain have consumed your mental state. Within the warm embrace of the flicker there is no worry of what has been or of what is to be, only the calm feeling of content. It is father, mother, lover and teacher. You speak to it softly, reading all at once its name and the essence of your new being: Exit.

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Oh Bob. So bitter. One would think that having seen us defeated militarily it'd begin to dissipate, but apparently not. Perhaps I could enroll you in a course on Francoism at Pacific University to teach you the benefits of logic over emotion? The pursuit of truth is always important.

You can say many things about Francoism, but I don't think 'vague' is one of them. And even if it were, had it been twisted left and right for political expediency there would still be obvious inconsistencies and contradictions.

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Oh Bob. So bitter. One would think that having seen us defeated militarily it'd begin to dissipate

So you concede that this war is a defeat for NPO?

My NPO friend, if my ancestors valued logic above emotion then you would now be living under one person who you would think is sent by gods.You would also not be able to critically think.Read history after filo-sofia and see what parts of the latter are proven right or wrong.

Pfft. Emotion and logic are not mutually exclusive. Rather, they are both tools that we use to decide on what the correct course of action is. Furthermore, without emotion, and morality, the world would be entirely different today. And I doubt it would be in a positive way.

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It is an odd phenomenon where people think me incapable of admitting any defeat for the Order just because I do not follow the anti-Pacifican party-line on the Great Patriotic War.

I explained to you the reality of my point in that case, and it is self-evident that we are not in the same situation today -- the OWF isn't flooded by alliance's trying to surrender to us for a start. So yes, barring a not-so-small miracle, I expect this war to end in defeat for the NPO.

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