New skin for anythone who wants to check it out.
Month: December 2004
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I've realised recently that my posts are never personal anymore. They are all hole-filled arguments designed to somehow upset my readers. I don't think that's a good things. I'd like to be emotional and personal. But then, I don't feel like I want to share those parts of myself with the internet at this point. And so I'm left with another post like the last ones. This time I was going to argue that the whole 'Happy Holliday' instead of 'Merry Christmas' thing is good, and not bad, and I was going to make it mighty convincing. Trumping you with fundamentalism that looks like liberalism. But I can't do it. I don't want to make another entry like that.
So if you want to know about that thought, you can ask me, and I will leave it off of my blog.
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An excerpt from my reply to Jeff Strikefoot's comment on my December 11th post:
I still don't have a position on Bush. Personally I think we should fuck the whole system. Every one of our politicians are liars and cheats, it's a prerequisite for the job. We somehow seem to think picking the cheat who lies about standing for something we have a semblance of belief in somehow makes it ok, and we should defend this person.
Homosexual marriage is wrong, and abortion makes me angry, but letting people die because they don't have enough money is a passive euthanasia of the lower class.
Remember boys and girls, anarchy is stupid, but destruction is a form of creation.
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I now take a break from my current Plato marathon to bring you this important message: The Myth of the Cave is ironic. It's a shadow on the wall, education for people with dulled vision. It's a story, relating to sensible objects. It's on the platonic level of poetry.
Never the less, it is an intensely popular image among philosophers. I hope the comedy of this isn't lost on you. Perhaps you must know Plato to get it. Heh, trust me though, it's funny.
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Bowing to public pressures, I shall enrage the lot of you.
People like you and me, we’re not all that smart. We don’t discern truth all that well. We may believe certain things, but they are hardly properly justified, if justified at all. Our motivations for believing a thing, nine times out of ten, is not simply reason, but pressures and emotions what seems appealing at the time. We may actually offer some reasons for why we believe a thing, but for the most part they were an after though. It’s a rather vicarious way of going about things, but we manage it non the less.
If you’ve listened to popular rock music at all over the last year or so you must have noticed a theme. It’s one that seems to penetrate, and as one song about it fades off the charts, another one takes it’s place. If you listen to edge it doesn’t take long to figure it out. What I’m referring to here is anti-Bush sentiment. Regardless of your beliefs on the issue, you must agree with what I’m saying. Another thing that seems to be true is that it’s popular, among people our age, to agree with this sentiment. Most do. I can’t help but think there is causation to be found in this correlation. People will believe something because it is packaged nicely, or because all of their friends believe it. They may give you reasons for it, but they stole those from a Michel Moore movie. It just goes to show that Incubus and Matt Good can do more to sway our culture good reasoning. Not that I’m trying to be hard on the left, because CNN may just as well be doing the same thing.
In a democracy, the people hold the power. Yet the people can be influenced so easily. The people can be swayed by other people, and none of them are really qualified to be doing the job anyway.
In Plato’s ideal city, the poets are expelled. In Greek culture, the poets did the sort of thing musicians do now. Everyone loved the poets, regardless of their message. They held to much power over the minds of the people.
In Plato’s myth of the cave, the poets are puppeteers, creating the images the chained up people would stare at. They couldn’t see truth. All they could see was these images, based maybe in part on truth, but mainly conceived by the puppeteers.
For any who were there, add to this the message of Dave’s sermon from Sunday. I will leave the conclusion of this up to you.
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I haven’t written in a while, and all submitting parties seem to suggest that I ought to. While I could write volumes on my current philosophical contemplations, It somehow seems to me that I talk about Plato to much. And when I start condemning poetry and music, I will be no man’s friend. So instead I will write this, which is essentially nothing, or at least nothing of substance.
And now Gerry arrives, and the writing ends…
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