You're a young debutant on a private jet on her way to an island retreat to meet the man of her dreams, Julius. Wealthy entrepreneur. You can't wait to find out more about this intriguing man. Is he a nobel prize winner? A famous architect?
After dinner, Julius is giving you a tour of his estate. You're in the 16th century art room admiring a piece of work, and you pop the question: so, Julius, how did you become what you are?
"You know those little plastic things around the ends of the shoelaces? I invented those. Got a patent on em to" he says proudly as he takes a sip of seventy year old wine.
"Oh," you say a little underwhelmed, looking up at the vaulted ceiling and then down at your sneakers, puzzled."
True Story of the Day
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https://youtu.be/ij97ByKlJsE
Listen closely to how the kid says "oh that's cool." See how fast he said it... as if it were a computer function following a grammar code, completely empty of any feeling. He didn't mean it... rather, he's like a robot copying human behavior. This is the part when they say "oh that's cool", etc. Same thing with the greeting at the drive-through. The empty repetition of feigned concern and interest. It is what happens when the private individual is forced to share a language with a collective in which a) everyone is fake, and b) they all hate each other.
This is what is happening to language because of capitalism.
And what's so sick about all this is that the commercial writers know about it and harvest it's power. That quick "oh that's cool" was done like that on purpose. The advert writer, like an evil sorcerer, places it there purposely. Now, because of the contagious nature of this, countless more kids right now are learning how to be superficial people who mock language and use it as a weapon instead of using it sincerely and investing it with meaning. Today, speech is how the little angry and confused people assert themselves. The little witty quips, the sarcasm, the "oh that's cool" that you say so fast you can't possibly really care whether it's cool or not. Instead, you sound like someone who is being bothered with some information that is as trivial as you are too good for it.
Like the people, the language they use is also being drained of authenticity and sincerity by capitalism. That kid is a warning of what's coming.
Listen closely to how the kid says "oh that's cool." See how fast he said it... as if it were a computer function following a grammar code, completely empty of any feeling. He didn't mean it... rather, he's like a robot copying human behavior. This is the part when they say "oh that's cool", etc. Same thing with the greeting at the drive-through. The empty repetition of feigned concern and interest. It is what happens when the private individual is forced to share a language with a collective in which a) everyone is fake, and b) they all hate each other.
This is what is happening to language because of capitalism.
And what's so sick about all this is that the commercial writers know about it and harvest it's power. That quick "oh that's cool" was done like that on purpose. The advert writer, like an evil sorcerer, places it there purposely. Now, because of the contagious nature of this, countless more kids right now are learning how to be superficial people who mock language and use it as a weapon instead of using it sincerely and investing it with meaning. Today, speech is how the little angry and confused people assert themselves. The little witty quips, the sarcasm, the "oh that's cool" that you say so fast you can't possibly really care whether it's cool or not. Instead, you sound like someone who is being bothered with some information that is as trivial as you are too good for it.
Like the people, the language they use is also being drained of authenticity and sincerity by capitalism. That kid is a warning of what's coming.
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This is very funny.promethean75 wrote: ↑Mon Mar 10, 2025 4:50 am You're a young debutant on a private jet on her way to an island retreat to meet the man of her dreams, Julius. Wealthy entrepreneur. You can't wait to find out more about this intriguing man. Is he a nobel prize winner? A famous architect?
After dinner, Julius is giving you a tour of his estate. You're in the 16th century art room admiring a piece of work, and you pop the question: so, Julius, how did you become what you are?
"You know those little plastic things around the ends of the shoelaces? I invented those. Got a patent on em to" he says proudly as he takes a sip of seventy year old wine.
"Oh," you say a little underwhelmed, looking up at the vaulted ceiling and then down at your sneakers, puzzled."
The "crazy" things is, a bit of synchronicity - after I originally read this, I put the TV to watch the English quiz show "The Chase" (7hrs ago) and one of the questions was "What do you call the plastic tubes at the end of shoelaces" I mean really?? WOT R THE ODDS OF THAT??
..can't remember the name for the answer - I don't think I heard it - my air con was blasting - soooo blooody hot here, can't remember the last time we had rain - I think maybe October last year. No climate change?? IDIOTS.
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I was able to steal an hour of sleep and the great Heracles came to me in a dream, you guys. There i was on the cliffs of Mount Elbrus chained to the rocks. The salty air from the sea beating me with its unforgiving winds. The days seemed like years, the sun... so hot, so relentless. I pulled at my chains, the iron rings announcing their verdict as the metallic sound broke the silence.
Wait. If I'm by the sea, wouldn't there be the sound of the waves, and so there wouldn't be silence?
Alright, scratch that part. Go back.
I pulled at my chains, the iron rings announcing their verdict again and again as the metallic sound rang out, echoing against the rocks.
At last, nearly defeated, i saw a giant golden form of a man raise up over the cliff and approach me slowly. His enormous stature seemed to blot out the sun... and i stood there in his shadow as he considered me.
Heracles had been drawn to my cause and had found sympathy for me. He promised to break my chains and give me the strength if I resolved to "take an eye for an eye" from Zeus for his betrayal.
His voice was heavy and immovable. It seemed to stand everything down around it. Even the wind seemed to oblige his command and slowed to a soft breeze.
Above an eagle was circling, waiting. Heracles gazed casually up at it, and then again at me, smirking. "Not today, Prometheus, my friend!" he shouted and leaped from the rock on which he stood. High into the air he bounded and from his mouth issued a sound like thunder. "Huuurrrrggghhh!!"
When his feet touched down, the earth shook as if from a sonic blast, his giant hands seizing the chains. With one mighty effort, Heracles ripped the anchored chains from the rock and broken links of chain exploded everywhere.
"Ahhhhhhhahahaha!" he bellowed, twirling around twice and throwing the chains into the violent waters below.
When this magnificent force of nature finally subsided, i stood there, awestruck by the spectacle.
"An eye for an eye, Prometheus" said the divine hero. I thanked him and gave him a gift. "From here on, great Heracles, you will have the power of foresight and crafty counsel. Use it for the benefit of man, noble one."
Heracles put his hand on my shoulder and smiled... then he turned and set down the mountain, his stride taking no contest from the dangerous rugged terrain.
Wait. If I'm by the sea, wouldn't there be the sound of the waves, and so there wouldn't be silence?
Alright, scratch that part. Go back.
I pulled at my chains, the iron rings announcing their verdict again and again as the metallic sound rang out, echoing against the rocks.
At last, nearly defeated, i saw a giant golden form of a man raise up over the cliff and approach me slowly. His enormous stature seemed to blot out the sun... and i stood there in his shadow as he considered me.
Heracles had been drawn to my cause and had found sympathy for me. He promised to break my chains and give me the strength if I resolved to "take an eye for an eye" from Zeus for his betrayal.
His voice was heavy and immovable. It seemed to stand everything down around it. Even the wind seemed to oblige his command and slowed to a soft breeze.
Above an eagle was circling, waiting. Heracles gazed casually up at it, and then again at me, smirking. "Not today, Prometheus, my friend!" he shouted and leaped from the rock on which he stood. High into the air he bounded and from his mouth issued a sound like thunder. "Huuurrrrggghhh!!"
When his feet touched down, the earth shook as if from a sonic blast, his giant hands seizing the chains. With one mighty effort, Heracles ripped the anchored chains from the rock and broken links of chain exploded everywhere.
"Ahhhhhhhahahaha!" he bellowed, twirling around twice and throwing the chains into the violent waters below.
When this magnificent force of nature finally subsided, i stood there, awestruck by the spectacle.
"An eye for an eye, Prometheus" said the divine hero. I thanked him and gave him a gift. "From here on, great Heracles, you will have the power of foresight and crafty counsel. Use it for the benefit of man, noble one."
Heracles put his hand on my shoulder and smiled... then he turned and set down the mountain, his stride taking no contest from the dangerous rugged terrain.
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Oh shit hold up. Ya'll don't know what's going on here. My bad. You gotta read the FUNNIES thread at ILP to get the "eye for an eye" thing.
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Where should i go next? Do i do battle with Zeus yet, or should that part wait? We could just go straight to it with something like...
Prometheus sat and grasped his scarred wrists, soothing them. He stared out over the sea and listened to the music of the crashing waves below. They sounded different now... now that he was free. Invigorating, seductive in the way that a mariner wants the sea. Prometheus envisioned his ship. When Poseidon would grant him safe passage and he would bring fire to all the lands of man.
He came out of his reverie, stood up and breathed deeply, looking once again westward over the sea. "An eye for an eye" Prometheus whispered to the sky, the Titan's mind now racing with incredible speed as if he could perceive the future.
Three days would it take to get to Mount Olympus, he reasoned.
Just then as Prometheus turned and started down the craggy slope path, the hair on his arms started to raise up. He felt something.... it was an electrical charge. The air suddenly dried around him... the sky turned a greenish grey.
A storm had formed. Zeus had come.
Prometheus lept to his left, barely escaping the bolt. It shot down from the sky like an angry dragon. "Ha!" shouted Prometheus. "You're too slow, mighty Zeus! For i see what you'll do even before you!" laughed the Titan of foresight.
....
Something like that maybe, or should we drag it out more?
Prometheus sat and grasped his scarred wrists, soothing them. He stared out over the sea and listened to the music of the crashing waves below. They sounded different now... now that he was free. Invigorating, seductive in the way that a mariner wants the sea. Prometheus envisioned his ship. When Poseidon would grant him safe passage and he would bring fire to all the lands of man.
He came out of his reverie, stood up and breathed deeply, looking once again westward over the sea. "An eye for an eye" Prometheus whispered to the sky, the Titan's mind now racing with incredible speed as if he could perceive the future.
Three days would it take to get to Mount Olympus, he reasoned.
Just then as Prometheus turned and started down the craggy slope path, the hair on his arms started to raise up. He felt something.... it was an electrical charge. The air suddenly dried around him... the sky turned a greenish grey.
A storm had formed. Zeus had come.
Prometheus lept to his left, barely escaping the bolt. It shot down from the sky like an angry dragon. "Ha!" shouted Prometheus. "You're too slow, mighty Zeus! For i see what you'll do even before you!" laughed the Titan of foresight.
....
Something like that maybe, or should we drag it out more?
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Through the Stygian darkness so rarely do we see such a Titanic literary talent emerging, as if from Hades in fair Persephone's wake, breaking like the briny foam on Hesperus's far shore. While Maenads sing their Siren song, luring the unwitting to their doom, we, the readers are transported, as if to the Olympian heights, into the very presence of the gods. Bless us, divine Athena, with the gift of poetry, that we may praise this muse, and do it justice, for while we remain mortal, surely we cannot. Orpheus may strum his strings, and Homer may sing of battles long ago, Hesiod may sit in his fields, bucolic words on his lips, and Sophocles may mock. but ne'er in the annals of creativity, indeed, of creation itself, has such a masterpiece been put forth into the world. In drowned Atlantis long ago, they say, men were indeed as gods, reaching to the very heavens with their works, as the Pleiades looked down upon them, reaching out with willing hands to pull them ever higher, to absolute perfection. But this surpasses even that, and makes perfection seem like so much dross, a swamp of mumbled nonsense mired in the Tritonian sea. Oh yes, dragons be here, for sure, and, I think we can say, without any exaggeration, that if the universe ended right now, it would already be complete.
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Thanks alot, Maia. Now i don't even want to write it anymore. You make my story look like it came out a grocery store paperback.
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Woops...promethean75 wrote: ↑Tue Mar 11, 2025 10:59 am Thanks alot, Maia. Now i don't even want to write it anymore. You make my story look like it came out a grocery store paperback.
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It's your order of philosophical business that's all fucked up, gentlemen... that's why I do not join you in your beer hall debates.
The very first order of business is the dissolution of the state. True philosophy can not begin until this is done. Now you may 'do philosophical stuff' on these boards and in these halls, but if you are not first and foremost concerned with the destruction of the state, you are no philosopher. More like a shopkeeper or librarian. Or a little amateur inventor fiddling with metaphysical trinkets. Or even a cow in a lush green field chewing its cud contently, believing itself to be worthy of the company and attention of an Aristotle.
Please do inform me of any real progress made at this forum. Thank you.
The very first order of business is the dissolution of the state. True philosophy can not begin until this is done. Now you may 'do philosophical stuff' on these boards and in these halls, but if you are not first and foremost concerned with the destruction of the state, you are no philosopher. More like a shopkeeper or librarian. Or a little amateur inventor fiddling with metaphysical trinkets. Or even a cow in a lush green field chewing its cud contently, believing itself to be worthy of the company and attention of an Aristotle.
Please do inform me of any real progress made at this forum. Thank you.
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"Many sex offenders reoffend because of the alienating conditions put on their social lives by the registry."
Boy it sure is lonely around here what with no friends and all. Beautiful day, though. Guess I'll go down to the park and sit on the bench right beside the playground, listen to my Duran Duran cassettes on my 1989 walkman, and walk to the water fountain by the bathrooms way too often. I should probably wear a hoodie it's getting kind of chilly. Well, I'll talk to you guys later.
Boy it sure is lonely around here what with no friends and all. Beautiful day, though. Guess I'll go down to the park and sit on the bench right beside the playground, listen to my Duran Duran cassettes on my 1989 walkman, and walk to the water fountain by the bathrooms way too often. I should probably wear a hoodie it's getting kind of chilly. Well, I'll talk to you guys later.
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I've got no friends and I'm not a sex offender. Although, pretty certain there's lots of ex-girlfriends that were offended by the manner I defiled them.promethean75 wrote: ↑Tue Mar 11, 2025 11:42 pm "Many sex offenders reoffend because of the alienating conditions put on their social lives by the registry."
Boy it sure is lonely around here what with no friends and all. Beautiful day, though. Guess I'll go down to the park and sit on the bench right beside the playground, listen to my Duran Duran cassettes on my 1989 walkman, and walk to the water fountain by the bathrooms way too often. I should probably wear a hoodie it's getting kind of chilly. Well, I'll talk to you guys later.
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"I've got no friends and I'm not a sex offender."
Yes but you don't have a choice, mate. Nobody (but me) would like you anyway, see.
Me, on the other hand. Well, i would be a supastar if all these assholes didn't think i was satanic baby raping communist psychopath bastard ass fuck face.
So my case is more tragic by whole orders of magnitude. You know the movie Deuce Bigalow? My life is the reverse of that movie; all the hotties think I'm an ugly freak when, in reality, i look like Gibson in the first Mad Max.
Now how do you think that makes me feel, huh?
Yes but you don't have a choice, mate. Nobody (but me) would like you anyway, see.
Me, on the other hand. Well, i would be a supastar if all these assholes didn't think i was satanic baby raping communist psychopath bastard ass fuck face.
So my case is more tragic by whole orders of magnitude. You know the movie Deuce Bigalow? My life is the reverse of that movie; all the hotties think I'm an ugly freak when, in reality, i look like Gibson in the first Mad Max.
Now how do you think that makes me feel, huh?
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"by the manner I defiled them"
Video or it didn't happen. And wear something sexy please.
Video or it didn't happen. And wear something sexy please.
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Therefore, 'God exists', right?attofishpi wrote: ↑Mon Mar 10, 2025 1:21 pmThis is very funny.promethean75 wrote: ↑Mon Mar 10, 2025 4:50 am You're a young debutant on a private jet on her way to an island retreat to meet the man of her dreams, Julius. Wealthy entrepreneur. You can't wait to find out more about this intriguing man. Is he a nobel prize winner? A famous architect?
After dinner, Julius is giving you a tour of his estate. You're in the 16th century art room admiring a piece of work, and you pop the question: so, Julius, how did you become what you are?
"You know those little plastic things around the ends of the shoelaces? I invented those. Got a patent on em to" he says proudly as he takes a sip of seventy year old wine.
"Oh," you say a little underwhelmed, looking up at the vaulted ceiling and then down at your sneakers, puzzled."
The "crazy" things is, a bit of synchronicity - after I originally read this, I put the TV to watch the English quiz show "The Chase" (7hrs ago) and one of the questions was "What do you call the plastic tubes at the end of shoelaces" I mean really?? WOT R THE ODDS OF THAT??
So, it has not rained for just five only months, in the driest state in the driest country. Therefore, 'climate change exists', right?attofishpi wrote: ↑Mon Mar 10, 2025 1:21 pm ..can't remember the name for the answer - I don't think I heard it - my air con was blasting - soooo blooody hot here, can't remember the last time we had rain - I think maybe October last year. No climate change?? IDIOTS.