The Philosophy Discussion Forum

Update for one of my stalkers. Dunno if it's one from the forums or one of the white trash locals, but whatever you put in my Escalade gas tank hasn't blown the engine up yet but it does takes me fifteen minutes to pump twenty dollars worth of gas. Whatever it was.... sugar, flour, a cloth... it's working.

So what I'm gonna do now is spend a great deal of time in the future destroying State owned vehicles. This is the penalty for telling the world I'm a child molestor and then letting it destroy my property.

It could be a new third party, though. The cockroach mechanic that charged me $1,200 for a one hour job and a couple hundred in parts. The bad review i left on maps. This could be retaliation for that.

I'm tellin' you, man, once the capitalist state gets going and sets up a police force to protect the capitalist property owners, you're pretty much fucked. The one fucks you over and the other protects him from you when you come for him. It's pretty fuckin solid and has been working for a few hunerd years now, if fact.

Just think of it like a short story or something. You don't have to submit that my critique of the capitalist proves many things about the world, any would-be god, morality, and anything else that deserves real philosophical attention.

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This guy, this five house owning slumlord with properties out of code who plays on a tractor all day while his tenants are busting their ass at work to pay his outrageous rent... this guy would sit right down at your table and say grace with you.

Lol $35 dollars for nine second-story 2x8 joists with double ledger notches.

How could you possibly want to shake the hand of (instead of rob) somebody who would even try that on you?

And worse... what if you were so fucked money-wise that you had to take those crumbs. Fucked by who, though. I betchu by people who have far more in common with this slumlord than you. May even be working together against you. You just took the wrong pill when Morpheus opened his hand.

Am i a better orator than Hitler? I feel like I am, bro. I feel like I could take em. Like if you put me 'n him on the podiums in front of fifty thousand people I would win the hearts of those many.

Or am I just fascinated by my intellect and the sound of my own voice?

What i really enjoy is when the ads between youtube music songs keep playing until you physically 'skip ad' by touching the screen. So when I'm on a roof or somewhere, i get to hear five minutes of ad before I'm able to get to the phone to skip it.

It wouldn't make any sense for the algorithm to notice I've not once used an ad and stop running them. Even after thirty years of using youtube without clicking one ad, i may very well decide suddenly to break that pattern despite the chances being astronomically low.

But it gets better. Somehow... i dunno how... but even after opting out of all adverts personalized or otherwise, running duck duck go, and using no shopping aps except amazon, my youtube ads are always about prostrate problems, premature ejaculation, balding, blue chew and ways to lose belly fat they aren't telling you about.

Now, wait a minute. I get to use youtube for free... and all i gotta do is skip the ads. That's not a terrible deal. Instead, what happens is I'm disgusted by the ad type. I find everywhere some capitalist trying to take advantage of some existential crisis or sickness in its society. I see this half-naked hottie sitting on a bed in a bathrobe talking to me about not being embarrassed about getting over-anxious in the same tone a mother talks to a baby learning to walk for the first time.

I hear this stuff, and i imagine miserable nervous little men all sitting in a row before a dominatrix with their eyes cast down in shame. And peeking out from behind her like wormtongue bro from LoTR is the pale capitalist... his yellow teeth bearing in a shit eating grin.

You got it backward. Every appetite, every desire you have has been manufactured. You are made sick by the capitalist's society, and then you are experimented on by advertisers. Guys didn't use to be overweight over-anxious premature ejaculators burned out by pornography and stressed out to appease some chick. And I'm not talking about merely the feminization of men as a natural mechanism for making a society manageable. I'm talking about the presence of a class that shapes society in such a way that takes this civilizing force to a sinister level and makes a pitiful herd animal out of man. These ads trying to convince me that i should be embarrassed to have grey hair. Who would suggest that but a scumbag? It's cool to look a little younger than you are... but embarrassed not to?

Holy f*** when your girlfriend is now talking to you like a five year old who just wet the bed, trying to convince you to buy a new pill so you can be a real man again.

Tyler, you hearing this?

But for real, bro. I am almost moved to violence when one of my jams is interrupted by some dingbat trying to sell me pills and I can't get to the phone to x out of the shit.

You guys should read Holden Tudiks' paper on the pathotic-sublimation techniques advertisers use to gain control of you. For example, a product or service that is certainly a rip-off will be advertised in a theme that is excessively comic, stupidly so. This disarms you of any suspicion that you are being cheated; hahaha, that's so funny.... gosh, i think i might switch to them. Lemu the emu and Doug. So clever!

But if you were to sit aside an insurance agent and aks them if they think paying a hundred dollars a month, never getting into a wreck, but never getting any of that money back, is fair, they would say no. Anybody would say 'no'... and then say, 'That's just the way it is.' No. That is NOT just the way it is. You ever say 'it is what it is' to me, and I'll hit you with a fuckin' shovel.

But anyway, Tudiks' work is excellent. He's like the Lacan of advertisement industry critique. He shows us the dark and nefarious ways our psyches are shaped by advertisement media and its capitalist overlords.

My most recent Google maps review of Lowe's.

"Timed it. Sixteen minutes on the phone trying to get info on a door. Was transfered by one associate four times. Each time I tell her: nobody answers. She transfers me again. Nobody answers. I tell her to pick up the microphone, call the idiot to the front and get him on your phone. She transfers me again. Nobody. I call back. She hangs up on me.

Card carrying post-left anarchist here. Whoever owns Lowe's should be summarily stripped of his business ownership and sent to work at Taco Bell. How much more capitalist incompetence do you need to see? Get rid of the phone if you don't staff your f****** stores. And instead of buying Martinis at the beach all year, invest in hiring and training the retards that work for you, dipshit".

See folks think the proofs are big and philosophical. They really aren't. They're in the little things. I can build an argument from that phone call alone that Darwin was right, there is no god, and almost everyone except me is full of shit in their own special way.

You can know that there's no rhyme or reason to our greatest accomplishments and leaps. They're just lucky hits. The general rule everywhere, especially anywhere capitalism has laid its hand, is stupidness, endless successions of little stupid things that shouldn't be but are because of the apalling job capitalism does at managing a society. You could say that capitalism advances at all because of the patience the working classes have with the stupidness they are forced to be a part of.

Philosophical reflection of the day.

An intelligent woman would approach the man rather than post up kinda near em and hope he says something to her. Why. Because an intelligent woman would be able to switch perspectives and imagine the risks involved in approaching a woman as a man. She would know that a real man is too honest to engage in the fake small talk purposed only to get her in bed. A real woman knows approaching a female today, with all its stupid and awkward little consequences, is out of the question for a dignified man. A real man will not allow himself to be refused... for this is not just an insult but a testament to the female's bad judgement.

Those that do not know this lack a great degree of introspection and will miss out on all the good men.

Rule of thumb: a male that initiates a conversation with a female is either a liar or a dweeb.

Now you usta could talk to a gal... but not today. Shirley not if you're a real man. There is too great a distance today between great men and the average woman. And, since the exceptional woman is so very rare, his chances are decreased even more. Enter the sigma. He has no time for this nonsense.

Fact: Shanghai has sunk six feet since 1921.

Check this out, bro, i just thought of this.

Post-fetishism Comte second stage. The personal god rather than impersonal natural forces. But why this transition, and how? Ah!

The personal god originated when the language using human found himself in a conflict with another human... and failing to find consolation with the other through dialogue, instead found support, understanding, and sympathy from an imagined third party that was able to know his thoughts.

That's it! God was the one mind that knew you, knew why you did what you did, stood by you during your conflicts with others, etc.

You would only imagine a personal god if you thought there was something about you that was personal. And is it not in conflict with others that we discover what is personal? My personal truth.... i am right, and he is wrong!... won't somebody understand this?! That somebody was the personal god.

You know who i would have loved to hang out with? Kierkegaard. I would have turned that dude into a nervous wreck if he wasn't (and he was) already. Yeah, but very, very few would be as good a conversationalist as he. Bro knew how to get deep. Tricky shit you don't think about. You gotta be led there. "Use tack, poise, and reason... and gently squeeze them" (Steely Dan).

Maybe the old sociopaths, Nietzsche's barbarian masters, already felt immortal through some natural intuition of an eternal recurrence and never felt it had to be earned, see. It was their magnificent egos that forbade them from feeling obliged to being tested by some god, so to earn that immortality. For them, it was either death forever and the ER isn't true or 'nothing but me' matters, and i keep comin' back, baby. No third option for these guys. They would live, assert their wills, try to get a last laugh in before they died, and then wait to see what happens next.

Now listen. It must have been when a man, through some chance misfortune or as the result of his own weakness, found himself in a fucked up situation that he got the idea to negotiate with god to get out of the mess he was in.

So we have a few things going on here, and we're in the second Comte stage still. 1) there are supernatural forces, 2) among such forces is one that is personally engaged with me, my lot, and my future, and now 3) this force, which has the power over the fate of everything (Zeus was one such beast), can be negotiated with, hopefully.

Of negotiators, there are two types. There is the groveler, and there is the contractor. Grovelers are the weak ones in danger with nothing to offer in return for a favor from the gods (cue the Jews), and the contractors are the men of great power who offer their services in return for assistance from the gods (cue any hot-headed general or emporer). The former has a slave relationship to the gods, and the latter has a union or symmachia with the gods.

Betchu can guess which type judaism and christianity are. Islam is excluded because of having a significantly different ethos than the first two. Muslims are like the Fremen. The militant barbarian protectors of the spice!

Oh but my point. Only AFTER a dude needed help did he ever concern himself with what demands the gods might have for doing him a favor. Slave and emporer both experienced this crap.

The barbarian masters of Fritz, on the other hand, suffered much less so there was little occasion for any negotiations with gods, see.

One either goes to god to give thanks for one's own glory or in dire need of help and lookin' to negotiate.

Additional Argument from Gratuity stuff.

Say in order to have the company of cool people, you had to create souls and put them in a material world where they could make decisions that would determine if they were cool or not. You have to do it this way. No other way. So, you create a material universe.

What are the constraints of this creation? We wanna know if there are more ways than one to achieve the objective (making cool people). So, for instance, can this material world be one in which innocent old chinese ladies walking down the street don't get run over by buses and ground into the street like broken pieces of hamburger meat every day? Can a universe be designed that doesn't involve the possibility of maggots infesting the head wound of a third world peasant and slowly eating his brain as he sits aimlessly in the street day after day?

There has to be death. Death is the stage when it's found out whether you're cool or not when you go to court. So, there has to be entropy in the universe you create. Fine. But did it have to be so bad?

Our intution tells us no... but at the same time, we can't possibly imagine an incompetent god that doesn't know what it's doing. Solution? We disregard the idea of god altogether to avoid being forced to draw absurd conclusions.

This conversation came out of the slumlord explaining his financial struggles to me so it's more difficult for me to think he should pay me more for the additional work I'm doing because his stairs are crumbling.

The plight of the landlord. How much one suffers while making free money. Uh oh... one of the four properties isn't being rented out! Can you even imagine his nightmare as you rebuild his deck for half the price a contractor would charge him while he's still complaining?

Again, this isn't just sharing our life stories (see previous vicaroo). The MO of this subject matter is to draw sympathy from the party you are trying to exploit... not bond with the fucker.

"I don't wanna be a slumlord" he says years after he's acquired the properties and let them go to shit. Then he has the nerve to complain that only the N-words and lowlifes will rent from him. That the deck is about to collapse should not discourage upper middle-class people from wanting to rent the place. Don't be so unreasonable!

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