So like, if your beaten by someone in a debate here, should you eat them to get smarter?
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I am beginning to become suspicious about why Faust is so big. He ate himself to the top.
Uuum are you just flat bored? That took me back to highschool biology.
We pass traits and knowledge without eating long pork thank you, All though I am waiting for the first brain transplants full and partial. It could have interesting results.
Bored. Internet sucks. Spent the last two days talking to a London Stoic who has a book coming out, and flipping through a very weird text called ‘The Sibyline Oracles’… which I seen quoted but never sat down to read. It’s fascinating while being boring in both cases.
Fuck… just got a new car Friday, and brakes failed yesterday… gotta get them fixed before I can get a job out by Pittsburg. Raining a lot… don’t feel like translating or writing anything myself today.
This site is my philosophical purgatory. Nothing usually bad enough to deserve hard response to, but nothing to get your hopes on either, from myself or others. It’s like showing up to The Great Hall of Philosophy finding it just closed, and your pressing your face up to the window to discern movement, and you see the janitor mopping the steps around a passed out Diogenes, everyone else having gone home for the day.
Was soaking wet on my walk.
Fuck… I hate sedentary life, living in one spot makes you bored as fuck. There is never anything to do when you live in a house save procrastinate.
And they say in heaven everyone gets a mansion.
Yea, I know the feeling well. So just stop. Pull something new out of your overworked brain and do it. Just like bodies brains need a rest or it goes into a funk like boredom. Give your brain a rest. There will be something near you that you have not done or tried. If you own the house maybe something can be made or done to it. Maybe using your hands will be the ticket out of your funk.
I still think brain transplants pose some interesting possibilities. 
I’m a organ donor, so fingers crossed on that one.
Ummm… I pretty much hiked every location and trail possible in a two day march of here like… ten years ago. We grow slot of Llamas in the countryside here…
Um, no, not anything to do here. I have a shelf of books on passing the bar exam… I can use them as kindle to start a forest fire if it wasn’t raining.
I’m in the town the filmed the movie Super 8 in. It sucks, wish that Alien was real, I would go down into its hole and poke it with a stick, telling it to do something.
That movie stole my childhood. I can’t tell half my stories without someone being able to structure parallelism to the movies storyline. Fuck you Abrams and Spielburg.
You’re stalling with such threads like these CN, pure procrastination, my old copy of Being and Nothingness is just sitting there next to an open window, occasionally flapping in the wind. I would debate the historical development of the West since Greek times with you, another subject I’m well versed in, but it brings on hard to controll urges… like vomitting and OCD symptoms such as counting my penny collection over and over again.
Stalling what?
Your Eristics is a bit wack, your making reference to elements of arguments or a history with me that is non existent on my end.
I don’t mind mindless feuding, but it would be awesome if I was kept in the loop as to who you are and why you and I am having a dispute, as well as to the nature of the dispute on your end. All I know about you is you made a poor case for Cezar, and are concocting some scheme to break me of either my philosophy or me, and dislike the fact I don’t list 20 or so sources for every post I make.
Like… what is your rough age, nationality, and philosophical orientation? I literally know nothing about you, and can’t really even manage being intimidated by you as I don’t know where your coming from. I think your the Satre follower, am I right? Did I step on Existentialism too hard for you? I don’t ever hitting Satre that hard here, I liked his play and said positive stuff. I think that was the first timevI noticed you… unless you the guy that used to fuck chickens and milk crates I made a joke about a year back- but it could of been Dan, but I don’t dislike Dan.
Honestly, if I am to take you seriously, I need to know vaguely what your about. I’ve had flying insects assaulting my ears repeatedly for hours on hikes that said about as much as you do as to why they are so into buzzing the fuck out of my ear canal, and I understand them better than you.
Is it logic you got a gripe with, or the larger dialectic? A history of philosophy aspect? Or do I know you from real life… did I embarrass you in a debate? Do I look like someone who used to beat you up in school?
I’m not sorry about any of it, whatever it is, but give me the common decency, the age old warrior custom of stating your claims against me before defeating yourself. I mean, a joke by Kriswest is ten times more threatening to me than you, given I have a ‘understanding of who Kriswest is’ and her reference might meaningfully touch me.
Your at best the equivalent of a envelope without name or return address anywhere attached, making extremely broad references to things I’m not all that sure I’ve even done, telling me to beware or stop procrastinating.
What am I procrastinating against you in this world of yours? Was I supposed to meet you somewhere? Did we have a date or something I apparently ditched out on? Are you that guy from ‘Silence of the Lambs’ who made clothes out of people?
I literally am in the dark about you. Last stalker I had was a cute chick from Virginia who used to hit my old MSN Messenger account… I was okay with it. Big breasts, juicy lips, INFP stalker girl. In her case bring it on, in yours, well- I suppose I’ll get used to the phenomena of guy stalkers- you seem mostly harmless… hopefully…
Im flattered, but if your thinking this is going to turn into a scenario of you taking my ass, know in Iraq I had this boil grow on my outer ass ring, and it took a week to shrivel up, and once it did surface tension caused to to recede into my anus, in the shape of a sharp thorn… and now my left side of my Anus is harden, the right side thorny, and is promised to be awefully uninviting to anyone thinking of entering with or without my permission… so if that is what your after, go ahead, give it a try… but when I wake up and find my pants down and a brick next to my head, I’m going to follow the blood trail you’ll leave behind and am going to give you one heck of a thrashing, demanding to know finally what your deal is.
From my perspective, I literally don’t know much of anything about you. If you have a grudge, spill it. Chances are Ill laugh at you, you can’t maintain formlessness in a Baysian Network forever.
If anyone is aware what his gripe is, PM me. I’m for the argumentive petty grudges, but also like to know my role in them. If I am the bad guy or the good in your case, so be it… but dammit tell me which, so I have a historic reference so I can say in my head 'this guy is so and so and he doesn’t like me for X, Y, and Z reasons.
Doesn’t mean I’ll be apologetic or understanding… Might laugh at you ass even.
Right now, Blurry and her very occasional drunk rants against me ranks higher than yours, as I at least know roughly who she is and her situation. She can allude to something between her and I and I might grasp it. Why? Because I recognize her. She’s not faceless and incognito, a poster if the third order, easily overlook like you.
Have you ever presented a idea I ever commented on? Or that I took seriously? You are the most invisible person on this site. Only in your mind do you think I’ve noticed you and that there is this rivalry, and your on the verge of breaking me. I wouldn’t even know how to break, as you’ve never stated clearly to me, other than protecting a Bosnian War Intelligence Scout’s rants about Nietzschean warrior etiquette (take it up with The Hague), that you and I have a shared history together- that I’m opposed to your ideas (fuck if I know what) or vice versa even.
I am in the dark as to you. Your not a poster who stands out to me until recently when you made a ruckus, and I couldn’t figure out what your point or deeper cause was.
If its pure Eristic, like a crazed Dadist, so be it. High five, you caught my attention without giving me the slightest clue as to what your about, or why I am to so pressingly care. But unless your going to reveal your intentions, or pull off some psychologically stunning feat by say, May 4th that’s going to stun and amaze me and everyone else, I’m going to block your posts for a while.
You have one week to cunningly act this one out. Perhaps there is some secret squirrel strategy your going to use. I’m for it if its successful against me, but dammit, either come clean about your gripe or pull your mystery grand finale off by then, or I’m cutting you off for a while contact wise.
Feel free to PM me if I fail to see your superpost that lays everything out, I don’t read every forum or every post on this site. I’m interested in seeing where this go, even if you somehow make a fool out of me. I doubt you can, but the remainder of this week Ill give you the benifit of the doubt. Maybe you made a really awesome post somewhere I’m not aware of that’s suppose to thunderstruck me and everyone else. Point me to it, or whip that shit out. Or show me your worth the effort of a gadfly as you have some sort of legit claim on something… cause right now your a no one with apparently nothing behind him position wise I can point to other being named Stuart. I don’t know what Stuartism is, not even vaguely what your position on anything is.
Your like that guy from Andromeda the captain didn’t even know was on his ship, but who thought the captain was his best friend and worst betrayer. I’m scratching my head towards you just as much.
No one’s brain should be eaten.
Dude you’re in the middle of nowhere. Like for real. No wonder you got those crazy conservative ideas. You’re outside civilization homie!
Your equally in the middle of nowhere there Smears in Alabama. At least I can point out I live near 60 % of the US population within a few hours driving time.
I’ve been to Alabama 6 times, five via parachute, once visiting Phoenix (think that’s the town across from Columbus). Each trip equally as hazardous. Nothing there but farmers and fields, guitars and cheap liquor.
But at least in your case Smears, I understand kinda who you are and where your coming from, your not a invisible member of this site.
And I’m not a conservative, I’m a Paleoconservative. Founding Fathers era perspective. Not interested in modern conservatism because its purely reactionary, half the time wrong, and not even aware why they support the things they support other than they assume they were past American values that made the US successful. Half the time they are right, other half not. But it still beats a self-destructive runaway liberalism that hasn’t the slightest clue as to its diverse and disturbing origins, how often its pillars of the moment the blob of liberalism supports but has been tried unsuccessfully (with terrible consequences at times) was, or even aware of where it is going.
Take you standard game theory Qualifier-Falsifier dialectic… Where do you honestly think, using this modern mathematical logic, does modern liberalism, acting more and more reactionary and hedonistic when it encounters friction, actually going to end up being in the end?
It’s structurally designed to be defeated. It’s the sad truth of the matter, clear as day to any strategist glancing a eye to it. Your self destructive lifestyle, the devolution and militancy of liberal arguments, need to pervert statistics more and more to a ever more limited and dwindling intelligencia (cadres directing liberalism) shows its going down hill fast. It’s producing less productive ideas.
You counter balance this with Conservatism holding actions (half the time the conservatives aren’t even conservative, they are adopting just as liberal ideologies cloaked in traditionalism), they will progressively move less quickly off the precipice of non-relavancy, as they will always take ‘what worked in the past’ as its core. But eventually they’ll fall off the same cliff as well.
It’s very simple established logic. You mistake me for George Bush or Dick Cheney. I have more legitimate reason to be opposed to the conservatives than most liberals do. However, they are the devil we collectively know, and the lesser evil. If we keep progressing as we are in this political deadlock of qualifier-Falsifier politics, its your position that will crumble first, and it won’t have anything to do with me. Fuck, its not like we didn’t warn you a hundred different ways your lifestyle and outlook is unwise. It’s literally destroying you directly, and liberalism as a whole.
But you don’t care. Fuck it, your aware to a degree, drugs, prostitutes, exploit the system so it can’t fuck you.
At least I can sorta grasp where your coming from. You’ve clearly stated your case and outlook, as well as your gripes. Unlike Stu here. He could be a Confucian-Zionist living in Valpariaso for all I know, pissed off that I ate the last bagel in some cafe in new york for all I know.
Man I’ve lived my entire life in a city center. Alabama or not I don’t know anything about the woods and the sticks and the crazy people they show from Alabama on tv. During the holidays they all come to the city to buy all their shit and the traffic becomes idiotic and the restaurants get crowded it’s terrible. I’ve seen them. The people of wal mart. But they aren’t at the wal mart here. We have some inner city types that are somewhat undesirable, but the redneck country people are a long way out of sight from anywhere I’ve ever been. Think about this. I grew up my whole life reloading ammo and trading guns back and fourth at gun shows. Big thing in Alabama. But where I live the closest place I can even go and shoot a gun is like almost 90 miles away. There’s no forests and shit around me man. There’s no vast plots of vacant land. There’s a few indoor shooting ranges but they’re packed with cops and women who wanna learn to shoot so I can’t even go dump my drums for kicks there. These assholes have a 1 shot per second rule. Now that I think about it there was another range closer to my old house but it was actually owned and operated by the fraternal order of police so I just couldn’t go there and keep a straight face or not have some kinda asthma attack from the stress of being around all those ignorant indoctrinated gung holier than thou idiots. So that one wasn’t even really an option. Even still it was right in the middle of a pretty well populated area and they just put it in a little valley and added mounds of dirt and all as backstops.
I think that talking about politics is a little bit difficult because we try and classify behaviors of groups of people along lines which always kind of end up looking like an absurd venn diagram. Anyone with a command of the language and some understanding of the jargon could characterize any action or stated principle as being part of either side of almost any division in politics.
That’s why we have war man. We’re like ants really. We just wanna eat and sleep and be comfortable, and some people when the score is tallied up just have more and do better. We can call ourselves moral by attempting to strive such to make that not the case but it’s looking kinda like that sorta thing might just be an irrepressible aspect of human nature in our interactions with each other across cultures. Differences, samenesses, they’re all the same and different. Not a whole lot to go by in the world besides what your senses present to you and not a single one of us will ever see the whole picture. A lot of people get mad and want to kill each other, so they do and the world keeps turning.
Speaking to those who read CN’s post, he probably responded to posts of mine about 20 times since I began here at ilp, I’m not going to waiste a couple hours digging all the links up and quoting them so that CN can conveniently ignore the whole thread initself. I get it, he has this way of saying ‘fuck-you’ to me by pretending he doesn’t recognize me. He used that tactic long ago when he ahd only responded to no more than five of my posts, now the tactic is completely transpirant. If he was infamous for his bad memory, I could perhaps vagualy guess he really doesn’t know me that well because of the ineptness of the posts he responded to, but he has a fantastic memory, we all know this. As well as his replying to about 20 of my posts, I’ve replyied to about 50 of his, I don’t recall anyone taking note of those replies. I then made thread about him, in the style he set in his ‘fuck-Magsj’ thread and his ‘fuck-sauwelios’ thread. Smears, made some critisisms no on esle did. Mo came along and praised him, I’ve seen CN put up his nose to Mo on at least one occasion, such masocism on Mo’s part is disnerving.
Look if no one wants to critisize the person here at ilp who is most condesending to the rest of us, and the least willing to engage in a continued conversation then I give up. I too can put him on ignore. Unlike putting most on ignore I likely wouldn’t even miss out on the change in direction of any conversations he’s in, being that his posts reprecent islands in most, often interesting one’s, but almost as a rule non conductive to the thread.
Also it needs to be noted that 50% of my posts here on ilp are me simply amusing myself, with the knowledge that few will read, respond or understand why I found what I said amusing. About 30 of my more or less 50 posts to CN were in that vein. Above was the first time he actually made a fuss about me, so I could hardly be considered one derailing his threads with my inaneities. He basically just said what he could hve said on day one, leave me alone, no problem CN, all anyone has to do is ask.
I don’t see him as condescending. I see him as trying to be condescending. So it’s all good man. I just assume the people here are as dumb as the ones who hand me my cheeseburgers through a window for lunch, and so I don’t often find myself disappointed.
Smears… Like seriously, why fuck with ranges? You Bama boys have enough woods and fields… I would just head over to Georgia, but a cabin the Mountains and offload that shit on a occasional weekend getaway.
That’s if I was into guns. I don’t even know where a gun range is here… I’ve seen a total of one in this state. Go lie in the prone and shoot at a target, or shoot something moving? People here just practice on moving stuff.
And I spent my first ten years in cities like San Andreas, Stockton, Sacramento, Yuba City (not massive, not small)… first time I saw a forest it was Grass Valley where my grandfather panned for gold. I lived on a Airforce Base during the Cold War, and lived 40 minutes from downtown Pittsburg PA in West Virginia, not that far from Cleveland either. West Virginia here is only 3 miles wide, and my town borders three states. I’m not impressed with the city vs country superiority crap… cities aren’t that much more cultured over the countryside. Your talking to the hick who thrived quite nicely in the intellectual circles (of hell) of San Francisco.
I get it, he has this way of saying ‘fuck-you’ to me by pretending he doesn’t recognize me. He used that tactic long ago when he ahd only responded to no more than five of my posts, now the tactic is completely transpirant.
I literally am innocent here of a conspiracy of ignoring you… I just did it. I’m sorry I didn’t notice you before. I’m sure you said some pretty cool invective shit to me in some dead threads… If you look on this site, you’ll notice most threads I don’t keep neck to neck with everyone 15 pages in. I say something, respond a few times, then push on. I’m a marathon runner within posts, but not threads. How many threads have I honestly dominated, fighting to the death over 7 pages? Unless your Cezar none.
I’m a sledge hammer, not a bicycle in philosophy.
I now recognize that you, Stuart, are of a particular persuasion, and for better or worst, reflect upon what I say. We probably have interacted many times, like the guy who told me I was his best friend in the semester of Japanese I took, five years after the fact. Don’t you think I feel like shit for not remembering his name? Or anyone’s name in that class, despite spending years with some of them?
I know I influence people. On one hand, duh… Philosophy. But on another, I feel I push through society nameless and ineffectual, if I didn’t exist nothing would change. It’s completely non-egotistical. That’s my inner self, the Cynic… A Depersonalized Wonderer of the Deep, one ripple among many.
Then I get occasional shockers. I do play a role in this world, I influence the lives of others. I’ve already made some ripples in history, for better or worst. I don’t always know the people I will influence. Sometimes its hate, sometimes its thanks. Always a uneasy echo or rememberance. The good makes me more uneasy… gets to me, makes me get virgining delusions of grandure and self importance. In a lot of ways, Im running away from myself in the eyes of others I can’t stand to be. But who am I? The one who presses forward, onward, into every pit, across every mountain. Names have no meaning, only glancing eyes. A new city on the horizon, its new possibilities, its challenges and lessons learned, behind me… a wild abyss, a wilderness of my striving and collisions with others, some of them very real flesh and bone, who I loved or appreciated, others the phantoms of the catatonic desert my whole awareness storms through, a violent and maddening malestrom of my spirit. I run away, and I push foreward, two actions in every step, but always compulsively foreward.
I remember the pine trees of the pacific, leaning over a creek. I remember my maroon sheets that I held my love and felt love back in, my afternoon in the mountains above Knik Arm watching the winter frost set in places, listening to the cries of Aloot Aloot from the berry pickers. Of a broken tree in a valley of my childhood, of desert sands creeping over farm fields, of Appalachian leaves turning color and falling.
I’m a self centered man. I have little to show for my existence save a few clinging memories. Like a good Zoroastrian Sage asking only for good thoughts, good actions and good deeds. I may always fall short on these things, a Hipocrit in my own desert, a fool in ever endeavor, in a world that’s always slipping away from me.
First thing to slip away from me is the name of others, the númerosity of the crowd I push through. The states stick with me, that lingering sense of the soul… but the faces in time too. It’s just me, its always me, and for my every sense of guilt, lethargy, unwillingness to act, regret, enthusiasm, joy, pride and feeling of enthusiasm… I have only the pain of knowing it could never of been anyone else but me. My who life is just that… me. Nothing else beyond that individuality, faceless self. But then I also have analectical awareness, pragmatic, pick yourself up and remember who you are and what you trained yourself to be. Other feedback loops engender out of my void, other aspects assert. I see myself, my life and God before me… always whispering in the stillness if the midnight mist… ‘Remember that Stewart Exists Fucknuts, he’s responding to posts you don’t keep posting in, and is insulted your not aware of his existence. He has things to say, and like, and like, go figure out what he wants.’
And so here I am, responding to nameless you, because you are a individual, no doubt unique, and your existence matters enough to occupy a place in my clenched memories Im afraid to loose, between love and endeavor, lies my good friend Stew… one name my Broca fucked mind shall always remember. If I shall have one consolation from this point on in life, as John Adams appreciated Rhomas Jefferson, its knowing you, Stewart… are my Manbro Unto This Last.
I’ll check this other thread out in the morning, I posted too much in that thread… others should write bad things about me without intimidation. I like made three threads on this site after Magsj pulled that stunt, never even saw the threads, don’t even know if they were replied to. They might be 40 pages long each, moderated by Blurry for all I know, everyone talking shit about me openly with my permission.
I’ll make a better effort to be aware of you. You undoubtedly have some great ideas like we all do. Just know your understanding of my awareness of you is a thing on your end, not my non-response can usually be contributed to the fact I am not aware your talking to me. Some people are just naturally invisible, but since I matter to you, you now matter to me. I will get to know you, you person with values and ideas and living in some place somewhere person you, or as Smears would say ‘Whats Up Dog’.
I should also point out I know nothing of Anon other than his/her name and the Anon doesn’t like me, little about Silhouette other than she is likely a she and only started disliking me when I offered to know the probably she up, and Phyllo I know nothing about other than he refutes occasionally and then disappears, and I don’t even think we’ve talked directly. Those are the people I am aware that I know I don’t even notice. Stew… Stewiedude, Stewieman, my Gurenyman, my Duncan Idaho… honestly, most sincerely I knew they at least existed on some phantom level of awareness, without any knowledge of who they are or ideas… but you didn’t exist for me until a few days ago. It’s the cold honest truth.
Have you ever gone on the train ride from New York City to Montreal? It’s along lake Champlain, really nice. The Canadian side sucks, all flat and stuff.
Now you tell me a memory. Come on, lets bond.
I’m not close to any forests or fields I’m surrounded by asphalt and concrete and artificial lakes. And I’m not implying that you find better people in one place or the other, but there’s no denying the restaurants and the hos and whatnot.
Once in my previous life I was a lonely dog, then someone came along and gave me a pat on the head, it made me feel so happy.
Thank you Neetchy (can I call you Neetchy) I feel validated now, but years from now when you remember my name, whether it is under a lit sky while reflecting that a pattern in the stars resembles your figure and is next to a shape that could only be, could only be a whimpering dog begging for a biscuit, or if you’re prostate from years of responsible abstenence has flaired leaving you pissless for days, as you are moaning over and over again in desperation, pee, pee, pee, just keep in mind that the P in my name is only an intitial, I can’t help you, you might need a cathater for that.
I don’t?
Just go with it man.
Makes weird sense I guess.