Philosophy is Friendship

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.

BUT THATS JUST THE POINT: YOU REAP AS YOU SOW, BUT THROWING PEARLS TO THEM INSTEAD OF FEED IS INEXCUSABLE.

It’s below us to give them feed; we’re not swineherds (to stick to the parable). Our responsibility is not to the swine but to our pearls. To ensure they find their way to those worthy of them: today that requires throwing them among the swine.

Gawd, Satyr’s material of days gone by. Herd, swine, blah, blah, blah. Thank him for his tutelage. Chapter 2, specimens, mining for gems covered by filth, blah, blah, blah.

Spare us your swine logic, please. We were never “tutored” by so-called Satyr.

Joker and Solarley Quinn, a match made in Heaven…

Lyssa then too. Gawd, not the word play(z).

The text book prolific Nietzschean has spoken!

Sauwelios your posts are such a bore and everytime I read them it is clear you can’t think on your own without referencing somebody else’s thoughts. It is clear that you have no original thoughts of your own.

Spare us the embarrassment of your own self pontification on the internet. Thanks in advanced.

If there existed an afterlife and the original Nietzsche could read your material he would be spinning in his grave.

My friend, who reads this now is irrelevant.

Not you, or three or four others, maybe more, but the “people”, the “culture”, the “society”, the “community” here - all that is just nastiness where we feel comfortable; each human type has its nastiness to dwell in. This is ours.

What matters is the google results of future strangers.
1 hit every year of some lost kid or old man that rekindles him in his genius by she sheer heat and venom of our exchanges, and the sheer poetry of my concepts, that is all that is required to justify this for me.

And the good part is that this has already happened many times over. Im good at this game, and part of it is letting others in the dark as to what game it is.

I take the internet seriously. We are its pioneers. It may last a dozen more years, it may last three billion more years. In any case it is a freedom man has won by discipline; science has permitted us this immense power that all of us here have. No other human before us has had this kind of ridiculous freedom of imposing our natures. This is evolution in a new gear.
My work has been solidified by five years of getting everyone here to talk about it - now it is likely that no regular here reads the word value and isnt distracted for a moment into the notion of a logic that he doesnt quite understand… and imagine the ones that do get it.

It’s beautiful in all its madness. And very real in its pain.

One thing Pezer and I agree on, is that plants grow well in dirt.

Hahaha - It’s an interesting situation, as you can be seen as defending your girlfriends honor.
I cant easily take sides against you. Couples formed through philosophy online have my gratitude for proving a point that Ive been making in another way.

They are part of that world which spreads its feathers intellectually.

Do you know the peacocks “paradox”?

It is not a paradox at all. It is just that Darwin published his volumes in Puritanical England. Sexual attraction was taken to be irrelevant to how species evolve.

Just putting that information out there. This is a line of thinking that was once inspired by Sowilos explanations of the book The Mating Mind.

Turd - I don’t take you seriously as a philosopher - myself and Sowilo very much so. Others as well.
Ive tried taking you seriously. It works to an extent, but then you sneak around back and do your weird Jesuit games. You’re obsessed with Nietzsche.

This place is full of very disturbed people, and obviously weve accepted that as a habitat. None here can claim to not be in a madhouse. This fits the description.

The world is quite mad.

I take that seriously.

No defending Fixed. I’m just having a little fun after working on a machine all night at work. :wink:

Yes, I’m very familiar with the writings of Charles Darwin.

Irony abounds. Sow or sow? That’s entertainment tonite!

The most ironic thing of all is that Alanis Morisette changed the lyric in her song from “Its like meeting the man of my dreams, and meeting his beautiful wife” to “…his beautiful husband.”
It is the only properly ironic example in the song, and it absolutely ruins it.

Anywhitherway,
I was never here.

Some kid a few years from now will pick up on the title “The Mating Mind” and have a revelation.

Someday in Bombay, as we say.

I support Hope. I will always be here and I’ll point them to your absence.