My gripe with the current a's organization

hitting 269 when you are being projected to be stud first baseman is good for you?
He was supposedly suppose to hit for a good average? where is it?

The hyperbole was a bit over the top.

Because I’m having alot of fun reading topics about the a’s in 2034 instead of 2010. The post was intended to inform many of us that believe it or not some fans are tired of hearing about useless signings. Having the best farm system is great. But prospects are prospects! Until one of them shows up in a A’s jersey and performs well year in and year out. He means nothing to me. Javier Herrera, Matt Sulentic ring any bells?

It may be inspired by the Crisp signing, but that doesn’t mean it has to be attached to the main Crisp post.

It’s not necessary that every fanpost be a lengthy treatise, nor have “original factual content”.

He was referring to the notion that the A’s won’t freely splash the FA market every off season.

Naturally, I’m referring to Mr. Billy L Beane’s latest precepts. If you disagree with my claim that debate with Billy or a search for common ground is both a fruitless exercise and a suicidal strategy, then read no further. To what consequences this leads can be seen from a few simple considerations. First of all, he intends to create a new social class. Obnoxious slanderers, perfidious, grotesque discourteous-types, and detestable dirty-types will be given aristocratic status. The rest of us will be forced into serving as their rank-and-file followers.

Even Billy’s followers couldn’t deal with the full impact of Billy’s generalizations. That’s why they created “Billy-ism,” which is just a neurotic excuse to envelop us in a nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror. If the country were overrun by the most resentful braggadocios you’ll ever see, we could expect to observe widespread discrimination in our daily lives—stares from sales clerks, taxis that don’t stop, and unwarranted license and registration checks by police. I recently heard him tell a bunch of people that those who disagree with him should be cast into the outer darkness, should be shunned, should starve. I can’t adequately describe my first reaction to this notion; I simply don’t know how to represent uncontrollable laughter in text.

Let us postulate that Billy wallows in his basest behavior. In that case, if Billy feels ridiculed by all the attention my letters are bringing him, then that’s just too darn bad. His arrogance has brought this upon himself. The law of parsimony suggests that he equates non-cooperation and solitariness with individuality. History offers innumerable examples for the truth of this assertion. The most sobering aspect of his shell games is that there isn’t a man, woman, or child alive today who thinks that there is an international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids, so let’s toss out that ridiculous argument of Billy’s from the get-go. I’m convinced that Billy will subordinate principles of fairness to less admirable criteria one of these days. No, I’m not in tinfoil-hat land; I have abundant evidence from reliable sources that this is the case. For instance, there is a problem here. A large, rotten, dangerous problem.

I can’t help but wonder: Why does everyone hate Billy? Is it because of his business practices, exclusivity, disloyalty, disrespect, or because Billy keeps trying to undermine liberty in the name of liberty? I have asked God for answers, but it appears that this is a closed-book test. Let me simply suggest, therefore, that Billy’s press releases manifest themselves in two phases. Phase one: help mephitic fugitives evade capture by the authorities. Phase two: worsen an already unstable situation.

As far as I can tell, if we foreground the cognitive and emotional palette of Billy’s testy allocutions rather than their pathology we can enter vitally into his world. Why do we want to do that? Because Billy’s disquisitions will have consequences—very serious consequences. We ought to begin doing something about that. We ought to establish beyond a shred of doubt that Billy’s allegations are as phlegmatic as they are an insult to human intelligence. We ought to spread the word that if you think that his theatrics prevent smallpox then you’re suffering from very serious nearsightedness. You’re focusing too much on what Billy wants you to see and failing to observe many other things of much greater importance such as that conclaves of his shills have all the dissent found in a North Korean communist party meeting. That’s why no one there will ever admit that Billy’s emissaries have tried repeatedly to assure me that Billy will eventually tire of his plan to pit people against each other and will then step aside and let us bring him to justice. When that will happen is unclear—probably sometime between “don’t hold your breath” and “beware of flying pigs”.

If nothing else, from the perspective of those inside Billy’s brownshirt brigade, representative government is an outmoded system that should be replaced by a system of overt heathenism. The reality, however, is that he wants to prohibit any discussion of her attempts to commit all sorts of mortal sins—not to mention an uncountable number of venial ones. While it is clear why he wants that to be a taboo subject, Billy hates you—yes, you, because you, like me, want to shelter initially unpopular truths from suppression, enabling them to ultimately win out through competition in the marketplace of ideas. I guess what I really mean to say is that Billy appears to have found a new tool to use to help him destabilize society. That tool is boosterism, and if you watch him wield it you’ll doubtlessly see why some people believe that one day his comrades will resolve our disputes without violence. Such people are doomed to disappointment, especially when one considers that it’s unquestionably a tragedy that Billy’s goal in life is apparently to hurt people’s feelings. Here, I use the word “tragedy” as the philosopher Whitehead used it. Whitehead stated that “the essence of dramatic tragedy is not unhappiness. It resides in the solemnity of the remorseless working of things,” which I interpret as saying that Billy has somehow made up his mind that his possession-obsessed little empire is a benign and charitable agency. It seems to me that what he is doing is jumping to a hasty conclusion in the absence of adequate data. A more reasoned analysis would reveal that I wouldn’t put it past Billy to put a clog on all attempts to limit his power. In fact, I have said that to Billy on many occasions, and I will keep on saying it until he stops trying to condone universal oppression.

Billy is the picture of the insane person on the street, babbling to a tree, a wall, or a cloud, which cannot and does not respond to his mind games. He is on some sort of thesaurus-fueled rampage. Every sentence Billy writes is filled with needlessly long words like “microcrystallography” and “counterrevolutionist”. Either he is deliberately trying to confuse us or else he’s secretly scheming to insist that our society be infested with onanism, antagonism, particularism, and an impressive swarm of other “isms”. I am worried about a new physiognomy of servitude, a compliant citizenry relieved of its burdens by a “compassionate” Billy L Beane. It’s hard to spot the compassion when you notice that he has been trying to convince us that hanging out with daft, uncouth gutter-dwellers is a wonderful, culturally enriching experience. This pathetic attempt to engage in the trafficking of human beings deserves no comment other than to say that the last time I heard Billy ramble on in his characteristically bibulous blather he said something about wanting to empty garbage pails full of the vilest slanders and defamations on the clean garments of honorable people. I feel sorry for the human race when I hear stuff like that.

If there is one thing I have learned, it is this: Billy is a yellow-bellied, refractory persona non grata. I use that label only when it’s true. If you don’t believe it is, then consider that Billy’s jackals are brainwashed automatons programmed to spout line after line of pro-Billy propaganda. If, after hearing facts like that, you still believe that Billy knows 100% of everything 100% of the time, then there is sincerely no hope for you. Do you really want him to break up society’s solidarity and cohesiveness? I think not.

In theory, Billy’s unedifying preoccupation with metagrobolism will create an ideological climate that will enable Billy to dress up his profit motive in the cloak of selfless altruism any day now. But in reality, some people apparently believe that if we don’t bother him, he won’t bother us. The fallacy of that belief is that our desires and his are not merely different; they are opposed in mortal enmity. Billy wants to promote the total destruction of individuality in favor of an all-powerful group. We, in contrast, want to alert people that there is a tortured quality to his reasoning, a careful avoidance of obvious conclusions, and a painstaking circumnavigation of embarrassing facts. To top that off, it would be charitable of me not to mention that feelings of inferiority are characteristic of deplorable, infernal election-year also-rans. Fortunately, I am not beset by a spirit of false charity so I will instead maintain that anyone willing to study and ponder my position on most current matters will certainly find that many lives have been lost to fanaticism. That’s too big of a subject to get into here so let me instead discuss how we must reach out to people with the message that Billy uses words like “transubstantiationalist” to give his false-flag operations an air of culture and elegance. We must alert people of that. We must educate them. We must inspire them. And we must encourage them to set the record straight.

Billy has found a way to avoid compliance with government regulations, circumvent any further litigation, and prime the pump of obstructionism—all by trumping up a phony emergency. He once tried convincing me that causing doctrinaire subversion to gather momentum on college campuses is essential for the safety and welfare of the public. Does he think I was born yesterday? I mean, it seems pretty obvious that my goal is to get Billy to realize that widespread cynicism is the price we’d pay for making “semiprofessionalized” a dirty word. Of course, if he insists on remaining an ignorant, uninformed, and ill-informed clod, that’s his prerogative. While he puts on a good dog-and-pony show, we must follow knowledge like a sinking star beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This call to action begins with you. You must be the first to place a high value on honor and self-respect. You must be the one to confront and reject all manifestations of masochism. And you must inform your fellow man that some anti-democratic blowhards actually maintain that Billy is a martyr for freedom and a victim of charlatanism. This is the kind of muddled thinking that Billy is encouraging with his bunco games. Even worse, all those who raise their voice against this brainwashing campaign are denounced as brassbound, froward champions of deceit, lies, theft, plunder, and rapine. My goal for this letter was to establish a supportive—rather than an intimidating—atmosphere for offering public comment. Know that I have done my best while trying always to tell Mr. Billy L Beane what we all think of him—and boy, do I have some choice words I’d like to use. Let an honest history judge.

and the gold standard.

I can’t believe you didn’t bring up the gold standard.

You should’ve gone Moby Dick, War and Peace or even The Grapes of Wrath.

i don’t blame Beane if guys fail to develop or get hurt when it wasn’t a prior problem.

what i mind is the love for players that haven’t substantiated that love. i haven’t lost faith in barton though i’m getting close. i’ve lost all faith in buck.