Footnote to Leash and Chains-`Kinbaku` Lang

To leash and chains-'kinbaku' Lang to whom the sun comes up in the east and sets in the west with fact; but, who sonorously as if fact and with a "therefore of course" logic that then concludes easily with often cavalier illogic, that it is it that moves about us - and all else he similarly presumes, proposes and, postulates; I say, 'Interesting facts and observation argued with illogic in a mirror devoid of correction, do not make for a Utopia of barbarism or, a predestiny of submission.'

Follow then your unstructured logic as it deals with human propensity and nature. Argue blindly, magniloquently, repetitively and pretentiously of a social universe conceived in `perfect spheres` while ranting in a pedanticism and trivializing of the Copernican advancements of human conduct. Yes dear man, you did get a little of the 'Women are from Venus and Men are from Mars' stuff right and, you would make an insightful, hilarious guest speaker at a Women's Rights League 'roast': as with blonde jokes; sexual differentiation and kink are places too of insight and humour.

However, with a Sci-fi wrapper to contain 'the Lang bluster' on the subject of a human nature that needs to be condemned and then repudiated by virtue of the less than perfect failures of our presently evolving humanism, you fail horribly as a writer and mightily as a philosopher in your search for, and rationale of, a Utopia of the 'Noble Savage'. A Utopian place where all women should belong to and then, finding their inner sexuality through total submission, glory in their true and rediscovered role in nature residing happily and fulfilled at the feet of men. You may have hated the New York academia of your time and its women blaming and decrying men while being fast laned into formerly competitive male positions. But John, despair not, there remains many a place in our America you'd still love and feel quite at home in, even today; from the veiled backwaters of a heartland America, to quietly hidden Appalachian `hollers` and too, with what strongly yet remains alive and well in the quintessential bubba's of Mississippia and the plenitude of the old school, good old boy, Dixie clans of the deep South.