Philosophy is Friendship

As I said, most people here never had a friend. Neither did you. Or you’d know that friends are basically disagreeing all the time.
This is what philosophy requires. Dignified disagreement, and its endless resolution, which is thought itself, a privilege of men.

Omg fixed, you are like so intelligent you make my smart phone look dumb…

My friends, I have about ten of them here, know that I am entirely dignified when any of them raises a serious thought and respects a certain elevated level of cognitive context.

When someone misreads more than one concept in a post of mine, like Magnus always does, let alone Satyr, I consider them below the standard, they would not in ten lifetimes be able to offer me their friendship. They arent philosphers.

In ancient Greece, what tied philosophers to this term, Philosophy, was their quality.

My quality is the finest on this board. This is not bragging, it’s fact. About 10 posters here can (and thus do) run with me.

One of the reasons I cut my ties with people from England with whom I used to work, back when I used to over-work myself, is because of their emphasis on friendship.

They were, quite simply, circle-jerkers, and circle-jerking was something I simply could not stand, no matter how much I tried, and I did try to do it, to an extent. I was young, after all, and when you’re young, you want to try everything.

You know what circle-jerking is, right? It’s when people give each other compliments in order to fend off criticism and create a fantasy land in which everyone is doing well.

It’s kinda like what you’re trying to do here. Too bad it doesn’t work for you. (But not because people who are posting here are not circle-jerkers, they are, it’s just that they are not into your own kind of circle-jerking. They like to pretend that they are above it. You don’t have that trait. You need to acquire it first.)

Indeed, our entire modern Western society is one huge festival of circle-jerking.

I mean, just take a look at what you’re doing with Pezer. You are telling us that this guy has some talent, and yet, when we put on our headphones and listen to the videos of him mixing, or whatever he is doing, we are appalled. We are appalled, because, it’s not even glitch music. It’s not even IDM. It’s just, you know, random noise. And you say this guy has a talent?

That’s not friendship. That’s codependent relationship. That’s circular reinforcement of delusions.

You can see this on Facebook when people start complimenting each other on their photos. It’s disgusting.

How can I be friends with someone who cannot defend himself from criticism?

You can’t take any shot.

Good for you for leaving.
I never was in a circle jerk.
My friends and I are realists. This is why we have such a twisted sense of humor.

Real friends will press you constantly on your weaknesses, and laugh at you for them. But they will be your friend because of your power. Their mocking is sharp, it avoids what they know is already strong, and attacks what they want to see strengthen, or heal, or burn away.

Oh god.
You need to get over yourself.

Or did you join a Uterus-exploration circle?

Im saying you are a minority, and you have no money to spend on music anyway.

You saw MagsJs reaction, she goes to clubs and has money. A lot of people on synth forums love it as well.
Means youre just a tiny bit more irrelevant than you already figured, dunnit.

You certainly could not be my friend, that was clear when you first started posting your vanities here. That means when you first started posting.

Pezer is the one who values you - “i love that kid” he says laughing heartily - Ive always found you a piece of dried out shit.

Oh - if you would have a single argument of the intensity that P and I are used to, you’d quite simply kill yourself.

Dear friend Jakob,

Who the fuck cares what MagsJ thinks? She’s a woman, after all, and women lie all the time, without knowing it, because they lie to themselves thinking they are telling themselves truths, so when they lie to others they think they are telling the truth just as well.

Who the fuck cares what millions of retards around the globe think? The club-goers are druggies who find depth in 4/4 repeated infinitely.

I don’t need money. I don’t need to buy music. I don’t need to go to clubs. What I need, however, is ears, and ears I do have.

Beside that, I did have a short phase with the entire EDM scene when I was a kid, so I am familiar with the genre. Fortunately, I grew out of it quickly.

There is nothing in there. Even the best of the best of EDM sucks. And this is not even the best of the best. This is bad. It’s just lazy shit. No effort involved at all.

YOU ARE A CIRCLE-JERKER.

Just look at the manner in which you try to defend the poop that your friend Pezer produces. By appealing to what other people say.

Best regards,
Magnus

Ive obviously noticed that people here, young guys in particular, but also the trannies and semi-girls, arent used to being valued.
Whenever I extend a compliment, which is normal among humans, they all freak out completely; and on the other side of that coin, they are too poor to ever acknowledge a good thing another did.

This is part of the reason why, opposite to Pezer, I value Erik, and not Magnus.
Erik is a shifty motherfucker, but he isnt afraid to praise what he values.
Magnus is steady as a streetsign and equally as predictable and illuminating.
It just happens to be a streetsign that was stolen and stands in some South Carolina back yard pointing sternly at the eroded fence.

You value people who in turn are willing to value your own self. This is known as circle-jerking. Whenever someone does not value your self, you freak out.

You are confused, very much so, if you think women do not matter.

Look, you peasant, anyone able to keep a serious job in London is economically relevant.
Music is a huge part of the economy.

A good Christian.

Fortunate indeed.

I believe you dont know what effort is.

Why dont you make a wet-dream thread, invite Satyr and Turd.

Bye now, Magnus.

Moron,

Anyone can keep a serious job. The point isn’t to keep a serious job, you freak, but to be real.

What does it matter if you have a serious job if you’re a delusional freak?

What does it matter if you have a serious job if you have to lie to yourself in order to have it?

What does it matter if you have a serious job if you have to trade your autonomy?

Jobs are invented in order to pacify people so that there are no longer any wars.

Jobs are how people run away from reality.

Jobs are how people evade making real effort of facing reality.

What effort is required by jobs?

No effort at all.

It’s how lazybums pretend they are not lazybums.

No, what tied philosophers to the term of philosophy wasn’t friendship, but love of wisdom, inquiry.

If your sliding to the Stoic and Peripatetic concept of Love unifying society, then what your “doing” to Pezer is indeed correct, but I need to point out that wasn’t the unifying trait of Greek philosophy, and the cult of love died off rather fast- pedagogy in that era is both elders teaching the youth as much as gay raping them, it died off without a murmur and then the pyrrhonists a few generations later looked over the earlier theories, realized what was actually preached in that earlier era, and threw the whole lot out of the closet… much to everyone’s embarrassment, as they didn’t realize that’s what the founders preached. Obviously most Greek and Roman Stoics shifted adversely from the full meaning of pedagogy, and focused on the educational curriculum minus the molestation and being just too creepy damn close.

Christians of course inhereted the non-rape formula, we carried it down other avenues as well, such as communion. Republics also indulge in this, as the concept ultimately rests in Plato’s work. Nobody invented “friendship”, that shit has been around forever, prior to language, but by the history of your actions FC, your sticking danger close to the buttfucking formulation of the communion in your closest Man on Man friendships, and keep some rather shallow morons in tow in hopes you can claim a numerical victory through support even when your point otherwise is undone.

Your ideas are utterly atrocious- your main claims involve a over working of the word value till it became utter meaningless, it literally can mean anything now. You’ve claimed Ontology and Epistemelology are the same thing (perhaps, yet you never were able to show it effectively, constant derailment)… and and and… Nothing. Your philosophy is of a rather low quality, and your friendships are a joke, you choose losers like Sauwelios as your best friends.

I’m self employed now. I’m not impressed with Magsj having a job in the music industry, but I’m not opposed to it either, I’ve seen countless sillyfucks in pointless jobs with absurd titles and no real point to them- I’m not trying to belittle Magsj here but just how we hire a entire strata of useless people who appear to exist merely to receive pay, you can’t claim it is competency or higher education that earned them that spot, as I’m fairly certain most janitors can do that job. Once hired, as long as the business isn’t in financial straights, if they don’t offend… they stay on board… they can last decades. However, when economic turmoil hits, and companies have to cut slack… they increasingly are let go. Magsj sort of job is dispensible, as her entire industry is. It isn’t the core, life and death sort of industry the UK “MUST” have, they can do without it, and without it, Magsj would be working in a Starbucks or going back to her Island. I wouldn’t recommend anyone pointing to economic relevancy at any given time in a free market system as proof of self worth… that is a Marxist outlook, kind you see in Perestroika… just before it all imploded. In Capitalism, sometimes your doing good, sometimes your not. The worth of the individual extends beyond and sort of feudal title, or sense of entitlement- you have to work for a higher standing, forcing it with your own hands little by little, building a enterprise. Magsj is merely the “help” in this enterprise, the important person remains unnamed… the owner, the CEO or similar position directing the whole show. This gets into Leadership/Management aspects.

I would like to point out, while you say ten posters “run with you” the vast majority just doesn’t care, and several sneer at your dumb ideas. I’ve never sought out your friendship, wouldn’t take it if given, your a man who hates your own people, and I don’t respect that. You give into drug use, you jump on board the flimsiest of cults, you surround yourself with psuedo-intellectuals, your in this lame self imposed exile in Montreal of all places (yeah, has a cool underground city, that gets old fast- they are the lamest people in North America, living as conquered bitches to a backwater nation that can’t keep it’s population out of a constant state of collapse).

And your wealth, if you have any at all, is worthless. You have a shitty van and a unvacuumed room with drums. I’ve built a business from scratch with next to no funds in a economically depressed part of the country, wearing rags. You- squander what you have on stupidity, and humanity does not profit from your labors whatsoever. There will be nothing left worthwhile to positively point to once your dead, that shows your life was worth it. Do you have kids? If not, did you provide employment to someone who does? Did you save a life? Did you come up with actual breakthroughs in philosophy, the kind that preserved life or opened new technologies that helped man?

I have saved lives, completely broke financially. A man who saves lives validates his own worth. Two nights ago was the last, I was the first to respond to a accident, and my efforts go beyond crashes. I could have many more “friends” through these people, but choose not to. I’ve found the attention doesn’t do me well, makes me uncomfortable, as a introverted thinker. I do things not for the social recognition it bestows upon me, which I reject, but rather because it is my nature to do so, I see it in the larger world as a necessity.

How often have you just walked up to a stalled car on the road and just started pushing it? Cars all around it, honking like crazy, driver inside scared… just walk over and push? It is a necessity not just for road traffic and avoiding a fatal accident, but also because society lacks that natural mechanism to do so… people don’t care, but not caring results in tragedy. Put effort into it, others see you do it, they jump in too often times. World gets put back together little by little. You get no title, and rarely rewards (some insist), you do it for your own self development, you ability to see it, that bigger picture, and know we can do better, and trying to make it so under trying circumstance.

Bashing on drums or eating a banana at a park bench isn’t that. That’s a very minor, inconsequential picture. Feel free to do so, but I can’t see anything particularly good for philosophy in that. It is about all you can do, other than abusing the word Value. We got a retarded guy down the street, he saves injured birds. The compassion isn’t lost, as it keeps insect eating birds around all winter, keeps the pests down. He therefore has some worth. Your bandroom is filthy, attracts bugs, encourages disease. You actively use drugs. That retarded guy down the street Forest Gumped you, has more worth.

Turdaloompa,

Why so harsh? Do you feel that Fixed is not applying his gifts properly? What are your expectations for him? You seems very disappointed in folks around here as of late. Congrats on your start-up and for your social conscience, true that most lack this aptitude to help without direction given. Commonsense stuff really that Howard Gardner does not consider a part of intelligence, while I do.

Bottom line, Fixed does have a sense of humor, he is trolling us with his music, in fact he called it “Cavernous music” implying sounds from the cave era, we are being trolled and it’s all a big joke on Magnus to get him to react to his bad music. Moving on, this particular thread is a joke on me making fun of the slogan Friendship is magic.

I expect much out of someone who can claim to be a philosopher, I expect literally a world out of them, but I’m very dissapointed in Nietzscheans in particular, as they claim descent through Nietzsche to Machiavelli, and Fixed Cross, while hardly a mastermind, does try his hand on occasion at making geopolitical calculations regarding strategy and balance of power… I can forgive his lack of insight, as it isn’t his specialization, but I’ve said it 1000 times, I’m just very, very dissapointed in most Nietzscheans, they produce substandard results, they are noobs, never really got into philosophy beyond him (Nietzsche).

While my method here is comedy, which is the hardest form of logic, you try delivering try concepts daily, I take philosophy very seriously. I gave up everything for it. I decided to become a philosopher, by conscious choice, in Iraq. My body was failing, I had been deployed injured, wasn’t ever supposed to go, and I got into trouble for not healing (that doesn’t sound right, because it just doesn’t). I saw a lot of malfunctions everywhere, not just in the army, but in how people thought, problem solved, searched out knowledge, knew what was worthwhile, or incorrect. It was life and death for me to know, not just my life, but everyone I could see on a daily basis. I’ve taken it that seriously ever since.

When I got out of the military, I could barely walk, I spent everyday reading with a burning hunger, rebuilding my ability to walk without a limp, learning to carry weight on my back again for longer and linger periods. Two years after, I was on the verge of giving up, going onto socialism, my state offers free college, free food, free medical clinics, etc… but I knew I wouldn’t be able to shake it once on it. I had some girl hit on me, wearing nasty clothes and weird piercings when I worked at a McDonalds, and knew I would end up with someone like her, knocked up, never getting out of welfare, losing my mission in life. So I struck out, left Cincinnati for San Francisco, just clothes and books in a backpack, no sleeping bag. Why? I figured very few infantry guys went there, I could find work in security, unlike Cincinnati at that time, people with master degrees were fighting for jobs at McDonald’s, I only got it because my tax deduction as a veteran.

In San Francisco, I barely made it from the airport bus to a safe location to sleep, my leg still largely atrophied. I spent everyday carrying those damn philosophy books around, rebuilding my body, looking for work, sitting in the library studying, with the firm conviction life would end for everyone if I didn’t understand fully a idea, or knew enough… didn’t try hard enough, didn’t push myself hard enough, lacked enough understanding. Someday, people would need my ideas in a crucial life or death situation.

I seem hahaha funny, but there is a intensely burning, deeply serious aspect to me. I didn’t become homeless from failing to find work but by choice. I did it so I could rebuild my body and become a better person. I only learned later on about Cynicism, and realized how closely I parallel it at the time. Later , when I embraced Stoicism, it was with recognition they continued in some of my areas Cynics didn’t. I’m not funny on board in either, as I don’t emulate them, I just correspond.

I take it extremely seriously, and in response had have to cut most life contacts away, and never expose my full self to anyone, they freak out if they see a that I am. I am very complex, very rare, and it is part nature, but the nurture aspect is completely my own, fully self motivated. I taught myself. I’m not reliant on others for my approval. I prefer to sit in concord with philosophers who proved themselves in history, but that isn’t necessary, I’m not like Sauwelios who can’t see beyond the quotes, I only notice the ideas because they sit with something I already had been pondering.

How can someone who has spent years in the storms and blinding, burning heat of the cloudless sky, breaking his body for the sake of returning back to a semblance of health, who spends everyday studying and learning to apply himself seriously, with certainty my careless acts will result in death in nations and political systems not even dreamed of yet, looking for every bit of information for a more competent future, take Fixed Cross? He hates his own people. He hasn’t had the world turn on him, he hasn’t known to not trust his own crazed mother, have to drag himself back to his barracks after being picked up and thrown down by his own unit, to get me to go AWOL so someone more fit would replace me (I was all for leaving, but wouldn’t go AWOL). I spent over a year insuring those very guys never were ambushed or killed in Iraq, starting and leading a cleanup program on my base, getting rid of years of ammo and weapons built up all over my old base in iraq, making sure our security details actually did security, etc. We were in the triangle of death in Iraq, nobody died in our puny base, despite over 1000 Iraqis working inside our base in a power plant (a fortress in a fortress). I disarmed it, many nights just me linking on alone through it as my supposed teammate slept somewhere. I wanted to be absolutely sure no Fifth Column could pop up, wanted everyone to expect me in the shadows.

I don’t go against who I am, even when it goes against me. My younder brother and sister turned to drugs, we have several dying each week of it here locally (town of 20,000) so I completely expect them to die. I focus a lot on my nephew, he hasn’t fallen yet. I focus a lot on the problem that has destroyed my community as well, and have been building a ultraviolet camera that can see the drug residue on both drugs like Meth and Explosives- we’ve known since the 50s that they have exact frequencies in the ultraviolet spectrum, but no one has made a actual fully fledged camera for it. It we had these cameras on cop cars or in airports, the war on drugs would be largely over, we wouldn’t of had the Boston Marathon attacker, or the Belgian bombings, they eoukd of bern seen by the residue.

I stay focused, I push hard, harder, the hardest.

Now, why do you think I get so indignant at Fixed Cross or Sauwelios. Sauwelios moreso? I have earnestly dedicated myself to philosophy. Sauwelios angers me in his sick godman scams, he reminds me of the fucking priest from the movie “There Will Be Blood” and would love to reinact the end balling ball scene with him. With Fixed Cross, he doesn’t even take it serioysly, nor has a compensating overwhelming genius to make up fir his insincerity. He is just a dumb stupid fool chasing dick, wuoting Nietzsche, and we are supposed to be impressed by it? He is a philosopher? Fuck no. Then he goes about bashing Christianity, or claiming he is a Jew when ge clearly isnt… He is from the Netgerlands, it outside of sweden knows less about what Christianity actually is about than any other country in Europe, they are hopelessly clueless. He hates his iwn people, bends over backwards for anti-semetic shitheads- Sauwelios is a very poorly closeted Neo-Nazis, he has had swatzikas for his avatar, he quotes a Neo-Nazi spiritualist a lot on this forum who has her Urn up at New Been in the US, even Cezar lambasted him for his racial outlook… Fixed Cross claims to be Jewish. He sticks to Satyr like a condom, Satyr banned him for being a Jew. Russia shoots down a Dutch plane, he woons over Putin… planet is full of dictators, it has to be the one that murdered his countrymen.

Fixed Cross never takes himself seriously, just stumbles through, bad mouthing his country, not productive criticism aiming for resolution, just Nietzsche babble, and hides out in another continent… not to solve the problems back home, but to sit in a good, flat as fuck pointless lost French colony in the middle of Canada, chasing after some immigrants dick, smacking on some drums.

WTF?

Then this thread… This fucking thread… Oh no no no no. No. Fuck no.

I only expect him to dissapoint. All Nietzscheans are a dissapointment. They are the cancer of our age, the ones who are forever dying and ignorant. I don’t see the future in him. I don’t see the philosopher in him.

Turdaloons,

I understand your need to be a sponge, a serious sponge, who beats the odds and helps others make their world more inhabitable and hospitable; you however need more than you are allowing yourself to have, don’t ya think?

Fuck yeah. I have both the overwhelming genius and the sincerity. But you’ve turned ILP into even more of a clogged toilet than it already was. All your “earnest dedication” to philosophy serves only to fulfill your desperate need to find an alternative for Nietzschean political—religious!—philosophy. And when you fail at that—which you cannot help but do—, you resort to obfuscation—caricaturizing, flooding… basically shit-spouting. Thus you recently suggested that my final reply to Magnus Anderson was “hysteric”! A post in which I so calmly parried Magnus’ “attacks” and decided he wasn’t worth more of my effort… Still, the public, even on a philosophy forum like this, is quite mediocre, and therefore probably doesn’t just like you better than me, but may actually agree with your myopic vision of me. So be it! I will not need them in order to conquer. Maybe you should carry out one of your threats some time… I’m not even going to look up your pop culture reference. Ta ta! I’m off to jog…

So Turd and Magnus never had friends. This is what we learn.

When I break people down, people get hurt. This is why Im so vague in inexperienced peoples eyes - I dont enjoy breaking mousenecks.

The idea that philosophy is friendship can be minimally expressed as BS. Friends, philosophers and sophists are equally mired in political mutual back slapping, and out of this faux political quagmire, sorry to say, not the strong, but the weak survive to tell the very thin thread which carries the almost totally hidden faintest voice of the real intent and connection.

So what, if only Mystics, seers, Saints, are the beneficiaries of the hidden musings, covered so deeply, for the sake of real sanity, for survival’s sake?

Lest those few chosen suffer, this sickness unto death, that the whole penada go up in a flaming meaningless cataclysm.

There is nothing to gain for the wise here - we only sow.