Friendly neighborhood incomprehensibility sounds like something up Nasruddin's alley:
Having been engaged by a nearby village to present his philosophy over a three-day series of lectures, Nasruddin started on the first day:
— O Villagers, do you know what I'm about to tell you?
— No, Mullah, we do not!
— Well, I'm certainly not going to waste my time lecturing the ignorant!
and he promptly left on his donkey.
On the second day:
— O Villagers, do you know what I'm about to tell you?
— Yes, Mullah, we do!
— Well, I'm certainly not going to waste my time belabouring the obvious!
and he promptly left on his donkey.
On the third day, the villagers (having stayed up late in conference the night before crafting their strategy) were more excited than ever to hear Nasruddin speak:
— O Villagers, do you know what I'm about to tell you?
— Some of us, Mullah, know, and some do not!
— Excellent! Let those who know instruct those who do not.
and he promptly left on his donkey.