You are not forgiven!

written by David Bersson

Your question on what ever happened to that student that handed in carefully made up records, lied to his teacher, and eventually confessed his cheating crimes against the principles of our College is a good one. I suppose he went back to the hills of Arkansas where his average IQ would seem genius to his hillbilly colleagues. I admit he had me completely fooled. I gave him absolute respect for his accomplishments, even feeling humble that his records were showing results that my efforts were falling short with. It was a dreadful let down with me to find out the truth about him. Yet I had no real reason to suspect that it was all a lie. If you show a thousand failures in your record, it is much better than one pretend success. He wrote an untitled poem once which seemed to show real sincerity & aspiration - and yet after what he did I know now it was simply more words - a man who did not adore the Glory of the Day but spewed his dribble in the sun vanishing into the criminal night as a professional charlatan rather than a real student who would follow the curriculum with the slow, sure path of the method of science.

I think it appropriate to quote a few lines from the untitled poem which should have been named "More Words". The poem was published publicly in THE EQUINOX Volume two, page 261 - 270. The entire poem should be studied by psychiatrists, serious students and the general public as an example on how the intellect maneuvers itself to extreme rationalization & even dishonesty in those who feel so trapped by their inferior complexes that they turn out to be no better than a petty criminal. Such is the case with James Daniel Gunther who was so desperate to be recognized as a scholar that he actually cheated & betrayed the trust of everyone around him. Here are few words from this revolting creature:
I am a creature of habit
who knows not how to Will
I have paid my tariff
with cheap trinkets
and useless tokens.
I have squandered my Silver
at the beggar's bazaar.
I sink in desperation;
the weight of my failure
has anchored me to ungodly ways,
and I am lodged in the murky deep;
a rotting hull, and ill made vessel
stripped by the gale
and sentenced to the waves.
(Note in this poem - published publicly - that James Daniel Gunther used the pseudonym Jonathan Harker further showing the type of cowardice that predominates low life cheaters like he is, and always will be.)

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law

A person I used to know long ago is about to give a lecture in New York City - and of course I bring this situation to the public eye knowing once again that I am emphasizing what might seem a mute point in the circle of the reality of his possible development of honesty with his research. You might even state that I am being cold & callous to a man who so closely resembles those tendencies of research with the method of science in his long and eventful career as I.

This person was a man I once respected deeply. He had given records that were extraordinary, and as a consequence of these records he was given honors & title that we all thought he deserved.

Nevertheless, he did something that in the eyes of anyone who desires, aspires to truth is unforgivable. He had faked the records of his research playing absolute blasphemy on the method of science. So now I see this person a quarter of a century later giving his solemn lecture; charging $25.00 to hear his wisdom - and even finding people who would compliment him on his alleged infinite wisdom.

No doubt, some would have me forgive his words to me that gave no excuse other to express shame when he confessed his crimes against the method of science. No doubt, he will rationalize his past away to youthful foolishness and move forth to once again prove by his lecture that he has turned over a new leaf, and this one fresh from the tree of life.

I command to differ. He will never be forgiven. I will always use what this man did as example of the morally insane, a traitor who rots his life away with the delusions of his grandeur after betraying my trust & good will toward him.

Let him die in his misery for the traitor that he is. A rotting corpse passing himself off as a human being- not to mention a fool who cannot, and will not ever deserve my respect.

According to a legend that has not been proved by scientists their exists in the Florida everglades a breed of ape that is supposed to exist called a skunk ape. Locals in the area who claim to have seen this strange breed of ape state they hide in the air pockets of underground alligator dens, and their bodies absorb a lot of stinking methane. Hiding in such an area combined with their sweat results in an ape with a horrible smell. We have now some indication that this ape might be real; and the cheater fits its description. This unique species of ape should be captured at once, and DNA tests should begin to test the direct ancestry of the skunk ape & our old ex friend.

Love is the law, love under will