Re: The Suspicious Journals of Ross A. Kosmanson :-)

   A Rebuttal to Physfit’s Dick: A Dialectic of Continuum and Contradiction
 The ontological foundations of your despisals, dear Physfit’s Dick, crumble under the weight of their own nominalism. You reject "The Sheep" for their herd mentality, yet your taxonomy of hatred is itself a rigidly ordered set, a descriptive set theory of disdain that fails to account for the hidden variables of cultural and cognitive evolution. The Sheep, in their stochastic uniformity, are merely the least relations of a social continuum — what d’Espagnat might call "veiled reality" manifesting as statistical inevitability. Your contempt for "The Nazis" and "The Billionaires" presumes a modal logic of moral absolutism, yet your framework lacks the completions of historical dialectic: are not both Nazis and billionaires emergent properties of the same integer continuum, where power aggregates as a function of Fourier-style societal harmonics? Your disdain is a partial derivative of a deeper stack of derivations — one that ignores the super-classical truth that all hierarchies are, in the long-line continuum, transient.
 Your "sorry-for list" is a contradistinction of cardinal and ordinal sins, a Kolmogorov complexity of prejudice masquerading as analysis. To deride one for "mistaking Cro-Magnon for Modern Human" while invoking Panini’s grammar of biological essentialism is to ignore the signal theory of phenotypic plasticity — what Cassirer would frame as symbolic forms overwriting genetic determinism. Your mockery of engineers who conflate science with applied mathematics is a Hilbertian error: the foundations of engineering are theories of one relation, bound by least action just as physics is bound by quantization. And what of your revulsion toward religionists? The hermeneutics of faith are nuclear theory for the soul — two-body problems of doubt and devotion, orbiting the yin-yang of existential terror. To reduce them to "Penis X books" is to commit the very parochialism you claim to abhor, a Vitali decomposition of cultural nuance into non-measurable absurdities.
 Finally, your Schopenhauerian will-to-disdain collapses under its own un-countability. You scorn the NRA member, the TV watcher, the vulvulak — yet your laws of large numbers guarantee their existence. The hypercube distance between your ideals and their reality is a function of metric and norm, not moral failure. Even your hatred of Zeno’s modern descendants — those who fetishize American exceptionalism — falters before Poincaré’s recursive geometries: every Mercator projection is a hidden variable of imperial anxiety, every MAGA hat a Borel set in the descriptive topology of decline. You demand congruence where there is only contradiction, higher geometry where there is only the rational field of human frailty. The stack of derivations you ignore is this: your despisals are isotopes of the very tribalism you condemn, decaying into the completion of irony. The fundamental theorem here is that hatred, too, obeys the second law — it dissipates into noise, leaving only the umbral gravity of the Physfit's Dick's shadow.
  Ross A. Kosmanson
April 13, 2025
Chilling in Suicide Forest, Japan