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Wisdom of the day:
Philosophy majors deserve all of the hatred that they stereotypically evoke. If i ever again, under any circumstances, hear someone spit out the word "ergo," followed by a dramatic pause, i swear to all that is holy on this earth i will end that person.
Don't get me wrong, I loved showing a class full of people what an idiot this dude was, but i can still hear his fucking annoying voice and pompous-ass enunciation in my head. I've never seen education go to such bad use, nor have I seen a person say so little with so many words. Its the kind of voice that gives a person the gnawing impulse to stand up and scream at the top of his lungs like a meth-addled, steroid-juiced, chemically-imbalanced tourettes patient. While i resisted that temptation, i secretly know it would have been very, very enjoyable to have indulged in said verbal assaultage.
Philosophy teaches you how to take a perfectly legitimate debate and make everyone else in the room personally hate you so much that, seething with anger at your insistance to avoid answering a question, one sees no point in continuing to argue. I guess thats a victory if you are, you know, retarded.
Its like talking to a wall that has painted on it, in giant letters, "You're fucking dumb." Sure, the wall may not actually vocalize its hatred for you, but in the end, one could argue that the walls opinion is still pretty clear. Regardless of what you say, you're STILL FUCKING DUMB. Sure, this is a bad metaphor, and may not even really make sense, but the imagery is so good. So good that here, in fact, is an illustration of this concept:
Did i spend far too much time on this rather trivial issue? Yes. Yes i did.
Philosophy majors deserve all of the hatred that they stereotypically evoke. If i ever again, under any circumstances, hear someone spit out the word "ergo," followed by a dramatic pause, i swear to all that is holy on this earth i will end that person.
Don't get me wrong, I loved showing a class full of people what an idiot this dude was, but i can still hear his fucking annoying voice and pompous-ass enunciation in my head. I've never seen education go to such bad use, nor have I seen a person say so little with so many words. Its the kind of voice that gives a person the gnawing impulse to stand up and scream at the top of his lungs like a meth-addled, steroid-juiced, chemically-imbalanced tourettes patient. While i resisted that temptation, i secretly know it would have been very, very enjoyable to have indulged in said verbal assaultage.
Philosophy teaches you how to take a perfectly legitimate debate and make everyone else in the room personally hate you so much that, seething with anger at your insistance to avoid answering a question, one sees no point in continuing to argue. I guess thats a victory if you are, you know, retarded.
Its like talking to a wall that has painted on it, in giant letters, "You're fucking dumb." Sure, the wall may not actually vocalize its hatred for you, but in the end, one could argue that the walls opinion is still pretty clear. Regardless of what you say, you're STILL FUCKING DUMB. Sure, this is a bad metaphor, and may not even really make sense, but the imagery is so good. So good that here, in fact, is an illustration of this concept:
Did i spend far too much time on this rather trivial issue? Yes. Yes i did.