I have an interest in philosophy. If you get a doctorate in history, the ironically cheap ink on the archival paper will read "Doctorate of the Philosophy of History" Or something like that, I don't know, I'm not a prof.
Essentially, to simplify it, history classes go like this:
That's why you don't see any historians support Objectivism.
Nope, we've seen that shit before. We know why that doesn't work & progress is the act of making entirely new mistakes & thinking of entirely new ways to fuck shit up. Aren't we supposed to be progressing as a civilization to a point where we all lay around while our Robotic Cybernetic Solar-Powered Swedish Nympho Sex Slaves feed us grapes?
That's progress.
Insanity is making the same mistakes & expecting entirely different results. Objectivism is insanity. It's also the economic & social philosophy of Ayn Rand. Her philosophy is what the TEA Party, the Libertarians, the GOP & most everybody that listens to Rockabilly believes & follows.
This is Ayn Rand:
She looks a lot like Joe Pesci
And her Philosophy is really what Anton LaVey co-opted
Anton LaVey was sort of a rock-star wasn't he? He's got a spooky stare & a snake.
Now you can read Any Rand, she's written a few books that only idiots think are interesting & well written, (cough cough) Atlas Shrugged (cough cough) or you can say "fuck it," & just read Anton LaVey.
Either way you are getting the same information, but with Anton you're getting that information with a little more style & class & a lot more little devil horn hands, head banging, & some really kick-ass music. You might even get a mosh pit or two & really, he's just a lot more fun.
Don't take that as an endorsement, they are both full of shit, we've seen their philosophy fail miserably. I'm just saying, if you want to go down in flames, have fun doing it.
My buddy Bryan, old MCT, he gave me the philosophy book that I agree with the most. Now that shit really blew my hair back. To blow one's hair back it has to be a new idea, what Bryan gave me was a philosophy book where you almost have to go, "yeah, that will work," when you finish reading it.
It was On Liberty, for those of you keeping track.
I was horribly in love with a girl named Pip & she gave me a philosophy book that I agreed with the least.
I remember reading it & thinking: "Where the fuck is the philosophy?" There was really nothing in it that you could actually try. Philosophy is supposed to be, you know, materialistic or at least functionally so. Materialistic enough where you can actually try to apply it to the world in some way, shape, or form.
Friedrich Nietzsche applies to jack shit. He seems smart, but if you can't put your philosophy into something that can be organized, categorized, tested, & implemented than all it is is masturbation.
It's religion.
Masturbation, religion, same thing, go read LaVey & have fun with it.
In Thus Spoke Zarathustra Friedrich Nietzsche loudly proclaimed that "God is Dead!"
At the time I was trying really hard to be an atheist & even I read it & thought: "pretentious."
Now I am 100% certain that there is a God & he hates us & it's actually probably a she because bitches dey be vindictive & I still think that Nietzsche is pretentious.
But now, you know, that whole internet thing has taken off & it contains all the information that you will ever need to know but sometimes you have to put it together & now I look at the internet & think Nietzsche was dead fucking wrong.
I log onto the internet when I want to know something.
I log onto the internet when I want to find an explanation about how the world works.
Knowledge, infinite knowledge is the definition of "God" in just about every culture.
I log onto the internet when I want to masturbate.
Masturbation is very much like religion.
The internet is God because it is infinite knowledge & thy laptop is thy temple because it what I use to masturbate.
The only difference between the internet & the real God is that the internet doesn't hate us.
That was my philosophical riff.
You can implement it by trying to achieve a Millian Liberal social contract & beating off to internet porn. Maybe add a dash of big Jim Connolly for the economy.
Fucking Micks. Mad rage in his eye.
So where does that leave us?
It leaves us talking about the greatest spy movie ever made:
The book was actually Six Days of the Condor & worth picking up because it is also the greatest spy novel ever written & hella fun to read.
But we can't talk about the book because it was actually the movie that inspired one of the most successful KGB operations of all time.
Everyone in the KGB looks like a red featureless silhouette of Sean Conner in From Russia With Love. And they all have yellow hammers & sickles on their chests.
What happened was, one day the KGB sat down & watched a Robert Redfrod spy movie because all spies love spy movies & they were already in the habit of snatching ideas from James Bond movies...no bull shit.
In the movie, Robert Redford works for the CIA as an analyst in a little office where he just reads. Books, journals, comic strips, anything & snatches the clever ideas & plot points that the writers come up with & gives them to the CIA to try out.
And some of the other people in the office look for potential codes & operations in newspapers & publications from all over the world.
And then someone kills everyone & the plot was turned into an action movie called Mission:Impossible & it stared Tom Cruise & not Robert Redford but was really the same movie with far more action.
The thing is that Tom Cruise had a different job from Robert Redford's.
And the KGB had already gone bye-bye by the time it was released.
The CIA never had an office like Robert Redfords, but after watching the movie, the KGB assumed we did because it seemed like a really good idea at the time, so they opened up one of their own in Moscow.
It seemed to work really well, so they gave it more & more funding, & by the time the USSR fell, they were employing 2,000 people to read as much as they could & steal as many tricks as they could.
Knowledge, infinite knowledge is the definition of "God" in just about every culture.
They weren't just pilfering ideas from James Bond movies, they were taking ideas from everywhere they could & just about every successful KGB operation following the release of that movie, had actually taken the idea or part of it from that office in Moscow.
Dick Tracy Serials. Comic Books. Detective Novels. History Textbooks. Movies. Trashy Romance Novels. Pornography. Children's Books. News Papers. Magazines. Fucking Greeting Cards.
And then boom. Psychic spies.
Nope, the KGB put absolutely no money into it. They got the idea out of a book & wanted us to think that they were researching it so we would spend money researching it & not something else & it gave us another spy movie.
And they lifted an idea out of a book that would become a River Phoenix spy movie.
And that turned into an operation that was successfully caught by the FBI, only recently & turned into a pretty good television show:
And this was all because someone in the KGB watched a lot of Robert Redford films because, well, he really is a pretty good actor, isn't he?
Yeah, there wasn't very much to that story.
Had to put a shit-ton of filler into it.
I'll leave you with this:
Essentially, to simplify it, history classes go like this:
- Here, this is a civilization.
- Here, this is their economic philosophy
- Here, this is their social contract
That's why you don't see any historians support Objectivism.
Nope, we've seen that shit before. We know why that doesn't work & progress is the act of making entirely new mistakes & thinking of entirely new ways to fuck shit up. Aren't we supposed to be progressing as a civilization to a point where we all lay around while our Robotic Cybernetic Solar-Powered Swedish Nympho Sex Slaves feed us grapes?
That's progress.
Insanity is making the same mistakes & expecting entirely different results. Objectivism is insanity. It's also the economic & social philosophy of Ayn Rand. Her philosophy is what the TEA Party, the Libertarians, the GOP & most everybody that listens to Rockabilly believes & follows.
This is Ayn Rand:
Now you can read Any Rand, she's written a few books that only idiots think are interesting & well written, (cough cough) Atlas Shrugged (cough cough) or you can say "fuck it," & just read Anton LaVey.
Either way you are getting the same information, but with Anton you're getting that information with a little more style & class & a lot more little devil horn hands, head banging, & some really kick-ass music. You might even get a mosh pit or two & really, he's just a lot more fun.
Don't take that as an endorsement, they are both full of shit, we've seen their philosophy fail miserably. I'm just saying, if you want to go down in flames, have fun doing it.
My buddy Bryan, old MCT, he gave me the philosophy book that I agree with the most. Now that shit really blew my hair back. To blow one's hair back it has to be a new idea, what Bryan gave me was a philosophy book where you almost have to go, "yeah, that will work," when you finish reading it.
It was On Liberty, for those of you keeping track.
I was horribly in love with a girl named Pip & she gave me a philosophy book that I agreed with the least.
Thus Spoke Zarathustra!
I remember reading it & thinking: "Where the fuck is the philosophy?" There was really nothing in it that you could actually try. Philosophy is supposed to be, you know, materialistic or at least functionally so. Materialistic enough where you can actually try to apply it to the world in some way, shape, or form.
Friedrich Nietzsche applies to jack shit. He seems smart, but if you can't put your philosophy into something that can be organized, categorized, tested, & implemented than all it is is masturbation.
It's religion.
Masturbation, religion, same thing, go read LaVey & have fun with it.
In Thus Spoke Zarathustra Friedrich Nietzsche loudly proclaimed that "God is Dead!"
At the time I was trying really hard to be an atheist & even I read it & thought: "pretentious."
Now I am 100% certain that there is a God & he hates us & it's actually probably a she because bitches dey be vindictive & I still think that Nietzsche is pretentious.
But now, you know, that whole internet thing has taken off & it contains all the information that you will ever need to know but sometimes you have to put it together & now I look at the internet & think Nietzsche was dead fucking wrong.
I log onto the internet when I want to know something.
I log onto the internet when I want to find an explanation about how the world works.
Knowledge, infinite knowledge is the definition of "God" in just about every culture.
I log onto the internet when I want to masturbate.
Masturbation is very much like religion.
The internet is God because it is infinite knowledge & thy laptop is thy temple because it what I use to masturbate.
The only difference between the internet & the real God is that the internet doesn't hate us.
You can implement it by trying to achieve a Millian Liberal social contract & beating off to internet porn. Maybe add a dash of big Jim Connolly for the economy.
Fucking Micks. Mad rage in his eye.
So where does that leave us?
It leaves us talking about the greatest spy movie ever made:
Three Days of the Condor
But we can't talk about the book because it was actually the movie that inspired one of the most successful KGB operations of all time.
What happened was, one day the KGB sat down & watched a Robert Redfrod spy movie because all spies love spy movies & they were already in the habit of snatching ideas from James Bond movies...no bull shit.
In the movie, Robert Redford works for the CIA as an analyst in a little office where he just reads. Books, journals, comic strips, anything & snatches the clever ideas & plot points that the writers come up with & gives them to the CIA to try out.
And some of the other people in the office look for potential codes & operations in newspapers & publications from all over the world.
And then someone kills everyone & the plot was turned into an action movie called Mission:Impossible & it stared Tom Cruise & not Robert Redford but was really the same movie with far more action.
The thing is that Tom Cruise had a different job from Robert Redford's.
And the KGB had already gone bye-bye by the time it was released.
It seemed to work really well, so they gave it more & more funding, & by the time the USSR fell, they were employing 2,000 people to read as much as they could & steal as many tricks as they could.
Knowledge, infinite knowledge is the definition of "God" in just about every culture.
They weren't just pilfering ideas from James Bond movies, they were taking ideas from everywhere they could & just about every successful KGB operation following the release of that movie, had actually taken the idea or part of it from that office in Moscow.
Dick Tracy Serials. Comic Books. Detective Novels. History Textbooks. Movies. Trashy Romance Novels. Pornography. Children's Books. News Papers. Magazines. Fucking Greeting Cards.
And then boom. Psychic spies.
Nope, the KGB put absolutely no money into it. They got the idea out of a book & wanted us to think that they were researching it so we would spend money researching it & not something else & it gave us another spy movie.
And they lifted an idea out of a book that would become a River Phoenix spy movie.
And this was all because someone in the KGB watched a lot of Robert Redford films because, well, he really is a pretty good actor, isn't he?
Yeah, there wasn't very much to that story.
Had to put a shit-ton of filler into it.
I'll leave you with this:
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