One word sums it all up.
Make it so.
This is no laughing matter.
What is serious on your profile?
I have a serious expression on my face.
Plus, life being boring, is serious business.
Can you transcend the galaxy?
Cezar, Arius Didymus called you on this a long time ago:
It appears the ancients saw you coming Cezar, for all you do is advocate vice, you lack intelligence, for you clearly advocate unintelligible positions, you reject the insights of wit, or the intuitive harmony of laughter that separates the knowing mentality of the Good from the stupidity of you, the ignorant Anti-Christ.
To laugh is to see acts preposterous, against reason… it suggests a awareness of what the good is, what is great, and socially castigate the weak and stupid. When the lowbrow laught, such as when you or sauwelios fail in making a eye raising witty comment, it only goes to reinforce your stupidity and worthlessness, for only idiots laugh along with such unworthy acts.
To be boring, and to embrace vice as you admittedly profess to do, as we can gather from your past statements, is to embrace vice. You live your life opposed to the good, the beautiful, the righteous… even divinity itself. You become a ugly, deformed creature, driven by passions and a desire to become respected as an elite and Godlike creature, like the deformed traitor to the 300 Spartans. Unable to accept your rejection, you inevitable turn against the good.
You should not demand that the world bows down to your lack of foresight, that we all lose our insights because you have none, that we all stop thinking and give into reading only the books you read.
When you post, you elicit a tiresome dread… “Oh, not this arrogant fool quoting Nietzsche again”. You never bring humor, insight, wisdom. You can’t even offer the stupid the bliss of ignorance, as they see your just as intelligent as they are, so why should they try to read, try to think, try to study, try to better themselves… for they know failure when they see it, and to far too many minds… my boring dear Cezar, you are its archetype. Better they exist in the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind than suffer their low level doppledanger in you, for by knowing you, it increases the likelihood they will never try to learn or better themselves, wanting very much to avoid becoming as sad and lost as you.
Laughter is the Royal Road to Philosophy, it is through it we see our mistakes, the recognition to make good the bad, turn the worst the better, through the identification of in congruencies with health and wisdom. It is the ambrosia of the Gods, the coming of wisdom, the validation and triumph of good thoughts and deeds.
Repent!
Shouldn’t you be out pulling my carraige or something?
Remember, square wheels, brother.
All your sincere acts are shameful and ludricrise, in these things, you give evidence to the wise what not to do, to perceive you, to collectively laugh at your statements, is to commune in wisdom. You are a terribly unfunny fool Cezar, and do not possess the sense of shame or humiliation a wiser man would possess if they were you, and realise what they just said. Such a man would be wise to apologize and leave, wiser to spend time in solitude and reform. You however… you are boring and full of vice and stupidity, the epitome of the boringness… all you can do is bear your whips Sisyphus and carry on, as a learning example for the youth, an example of what not to be.
You inspire pity and contempt in even the best of us, for you flaunt your distress and ignorance so boldly, it is the only art you know. Your poetry, you claim to be musical, but it is the screach of metal upon metal, ripping at the ears. As to your personal beauty, perhaps you are wise to hide it, for no one here has ever seen your face.
You preach your absurdities, and elicit only laughter as your response. Why do the people not follow your Clarion’s call? For, like Candide’s Indians, they are too wise. When you laugh and mock them, they see only a self-belittling fool, and can at best offer the consolation of silence, for in it lies doubt. When they laugh at you, it is to affirm the health of the community, and the acknowledgment that they possess wisdom.
What is you life? A life that is exceedingly bad. What is the good life?
In humor, we reject what is absurd, and assert the action is contradictory to the best. The Cynic… The Court Jester, the Holy Fool mocks the vice and upholds what is virtous through pantomime recurrence of archetype, just as Publilus Syrus had don’t with his character mines. The traits of character of Theophrastus.
In you, the avalanch of all that is vice-ridden and foolish, society is presented with countless opportunities to laugh and examine themselves in self comparison, to reject you and move along to what better conforms to nature.
Take your “serious, oh so damn serious” assumptions on pornography… Dead Women… Posters on a young woman’s wall. You undoubtedly gave this a lot of thought. You preach it… But those boys baiting have got it right, and you clearly are in the wrong. They have the last laugh… they never had to be told, their dicks work, and they have children. You do not.
At this point, we naturally cue laughter… but pause. Pause. We know Cezar is not laughing. We must ask ourselves why… the reason why is he isn’t aware he us wrong. He asserts… a vice, not virtue. He asserts his foolish character, and is unaware of the virtues of the living.
It is in wisdom we find the lives of the virtuous separated from those of idiots. The fine line all too often is laughter. In philosophy, there are those who play the fool to direct awareness of misconceptions in logic and assumptions, and the real fools who don’t know any better. The first is a saint, the latter is just damn, for they are the enemies of life and wisdom, two sides of the same coin.
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simeon_the_Holy_Fool
Stoicism or the Roman Buddhism is described by Nietzsche few centuries before. Unfortunately there is nobody who cares to translate it for you.
Anyway, “the complete idiot” is what it is called in sum. And it is appropriate only for soldiers out of ser-vice…
History boy you are too serious. Morbidly so. You’ve always been like this ever since I’ve known you. I want to hear you make a funny. Anything. A knock-knock who’s there joke, I don’t care.
Pay no attention to The Ferg’s Catholic mania. He is no Catholic because there is no God. We know this. I think Ferg knows this too but he’s got a kind of Pascal’s wager going where he’ll either save everybody’s soul or there is no soul to save… and he’s lost nothing by trying. A very noble endeavor, don’t you think?
The Ferginator is a natural leader, and it is only his commitment and feeling of obligation and duty to the tradition he was raised in that gives him motivation. If he were raised in India he’s be fighting for Shiva or Vishnu or that other dude with all the arms. Or is that Shiva? I can’t remember.
Anyway you need to understand why The Ferg is what he is. A warrior with a comic edge. A platonic guardian with a party hat. For a warrior the cause doesn’t matter, only the fight. He’s like Reeves in that movie where he puts his feet in a tub of water and passes into another dimension to fight the demons. That’s what you and Saully are to him. Convince him otherwise!
No, Stoicism was not the Roman Buddhism, Pyrrhonism literally was. There isn’t even a debate about this, its acknowledged by most philosophers it was a almost direct import in its pure form from the contemporary philosophies then dominant in Buddhist India (which was a empire with Greek heritage in its own right). Some of them even did yoga in that school.
Have ya read Sextus Empiricus? Clearly not.
You’ve only shown yet another reason why one shouldn’t read Nietzsche. He didn’t even realize the Skeptics were the Roman Buddhists. The Stoics (who repeat, are not Romano-Buddhist Pyrrhonists) went around killing animals, conquering countries, and reassuring everyone there was a God, and that God was planning on destroying the whole world in a hellish Apocalypse of Fire, and if you were stupid or annoying to keep the fuck away from them, as they just didn’t want to hear what the stupid had to say. Sounds like the Eight-Fold Path to me…
If the stoics were something other than mediocre, why would they approve modernity with all of his feminine jockery?
I know a girl who quoted the stoics and buddhists simultaneously and took drugs because “it gives artistic inspiration”.
And she was a bastard too. So, a retard will always make an excuse for being vicious and making educated guesses about arts.
A bastard is an offspring of vice. '“Waked up next morning pregnant”. A decadent gets pregnant because “it feels good”.
You can screw her too because she loses the ground under her feet when somebody quotes Nietzsche.
Moved to Sandbox
Not quite funny, or exciting.
Its an assertion of comparison… and assertions of comparisons “can” be funny, but this came off as pathetically angry.
It may be that you failed to make it personal on my end, or on the end of anyone who I hold their opinion of me highly.
Try this again, but emphasize the aspect of me being a bastard with a ironic statement that I’m a bastard because my father rejected me cause cause X, something you know society looks down upon… and tie this whore into someone real (we know your talking about Lys, but let’s state someone else out of politeness). Its also the English as a second language difficulty, but we will work it as we go along.
Okay? Let’s try again. Come up with a new insult, and aim it at me. Make it count this time.
Pathetic Only-Humean… truely pathetic. You need you visit a psychologist to figure out what’s wrong with you, I hear Dr. Kavorkian is accepting new patients.
No reason to move this from the lowest-brow part of the site to this Sandbox, which has higher entrance standards than your IQs Under 70 only forum that nobody of worth posts in.
Do you walk around public libraries tossing all the philosophy books into a trash bin, replacing porn mags and shit in the empty spot? Do you have any idea how many different philosophers we covered in this thread? More than you read.
(Like that Cezar, its the ball you gotta keep rolling, for in English, comedic insults have to present a image and a rhythm, gets personal and also remain informative, and when in doubt, throw in a dick joke for full measure to keep the excitement buzzing, allows you to think or segway)
m.youtube.com/watch?v=pEsZkTTgydc
nbc.com/saturday-night-live/ … rdy/n11253
Study these two videos, last one is a study on how to handle moderators on the forum.
Others can chip in their wisdom too.
Oh… we can’t forget this skit, its the very first Saturday Night Live came up with, I figure you can relate to it, features a European trying to learn English from a tutor.
screen.yahoo.com/wolverines-000000022.html
You also need to know in English we “Vulgarize” the Analytic Isolates pecular to our language to make it more akin to other, more primitive Indo-European Synthetic Languages that still possess a high level of inflectional morphology. Its important therefore to pay more attention to the rhyme and smoothness of the sentence, limiting (may I suggest) your initial efforts to what is known as “perfect rhymes”
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perfect_rhyme
Your mother is a whore,
& Your father is a horse.
See the interplay between Whore and Horse? Similar sounding (we try to get it closer than this actually, like Dolly and Molly) It suggests my mother is a wanton slut to such the degree that she engaged in beastiality, and that I am part horse. Which part, the ass of course. Easy to build a perfect rhyming couplet from this involving the imagary of my farm parts.
Its the filler words between the more substantive words you have to be aware of… don’t focus on too deep of a compact meaning just yet on a word to turn the joke, you can know that aspect out logically over a few lines.
That’s not about forgiveness. That’s Christ stepping back and taking a moment - then thinking “I can’t believe these people!”.
Then a prayerful moment with his Father: Should I or shouldn’t I?
Are they even worth it?
What do I do, Father?
I think I’ve changed my mind.
Is it futile?
Is there hope for them?
Will I die in vain?
My will or yours be done?
I always thought they were one and the same.
Now I am not so sure, Father.
But if I should defy you - what then?
Do i become another Adam but without an Eve?
What shall become of them - then?
What shall become of me - then?
The ball is in your court, child.
Pick it up or leave it there and walk away.
But Father, I can’t make up my mind.
Send me a miracle, show me the future?
Sorry, my Son, it doesn’t work that way.
Then Christ can be heard groaning while continuing to hold his palm to his face - feeling emotionally crippled, paralyzed with such fear - unable to move forward or even backwards, totally abandoned by the universe, yet feeling its great weight on his shoulders.
He falls to his knees and in the distance can be heard Frank Sinatra singing “I did it my way”.
Christ then sits up, at which time, he begins to ponder his navel - a perfect buddha in the making.
Wu Weiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!
Boy, this diatribe is so obvious, hate your enemies, and their inkling of any kind of sympathy, that it really is a bore upon a bore. It’a so obvious as to make it an absurdist statement. I gotto hand it to you. But of course t’s a reversal. No matter, just human nature revealing it’s self, at it’s most…But really turd, lighten up, and really see Jesus for what He truly is.