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A Saint in the Whorehouse.

Posted by The Happy Tutor

AKMA is a theologian who acts as spiritual advisor to our Bordello. Whenever he comes round, the Girls (of both genders) get up from all fours, the Johns pull up their trousers, and the sound of beatings ceases. AKMA banters with the staff and clients, gives us his blessing, whether we deserve it or not, shrugs off the obscene suggestions, and leaves us all feeling a little ashamed but full of hope for a better life.

Tom Matrullo who has himself spent quality time in high class Establishments of Higher Learning, ponders how AKMA can possibly, even preposterously, expound Postmodernism in the untroubled style of Bourgeois Liberalism. How? As Jesus embraced, without touching, Mary Magdalene: Noli Me Tangere.

Victors' Justice

AKMA: Tom picks this up in three wonderful paragraphs, in which he ascribes to me an ambition to the sermo humilis, and here he has seen into my soul. However irksome that understated style may be to some readers, I revel in the exorbitant beauties one can conceal in muted textual colors.

So the great river of Engish prose (one almost wants to say complacency) sweeps down the mountain, rolling the boulders of Postmodernism like so many marbles. That Heidegger's heirs include AKMA and Weinberger is a tribute to the tranquilizing effect of American Education, as much as a side benefit of the Nuremberg trials, and the related hangings. That we can live in peace, live in trust, be so open, naive and unguarded; that is the victory. An even greater victory for bourgeois capitalism is Rageboy who has mastered all the right Postmodern moves in behalf of all the shopkeeper values that his European masters (twice or thrice removed) would have detested. Thank God we won the war! But must we desecrate the graves of the vanquished?

[Wealth Bondage]

AKMA writes, in the cite:

If we get right down to it, hardly any of us wants forgiveness; forgiveness entails so harrowing an encounter with truth that practically everyone would prefer either an amnesty or a comforting guilty conscience, both of which permit us to cling fondly to the familiar knowledge of our guilt.