So I am reading a book at the moment consisting of essays by Arthur Schopenhauer. That’s just the sexy kind of guy Zoomtard is. While waiting at traffic lights, listening to Lyric, he pops out his 19th Century philosophy and reads a paragraph. Then at the next lights he re-reads the same paragraph. Then eventually he gets home and he gets Neuro to explain it to him. There is a troubling aspect to reading this esteemed philosopher’s thoughts. The trouble is it is total shite.
Now I am not just making the point strongly so that you’ll be interested in what I have to say. This is not the LiamMcD principle at work. But amongst the ruminations on how suicide is pretty much as close to a human right as you can get, that parents never give birth to children smarter than them and and that science is the accumulation of facts, you get some A-grade quality shite that you might expect on the crazier fringes of the Internet or from jokers on late night radio call-in shows, but not from a guy that some Zoomtard readers think is a genius. His chapter on women stands proudly as the biggest load of crap I have read on pages that weren’t printed at www.chick.com.
Of all the jackass arguments to make, trying to claim that women are obviously uglier than men is right up there. Obviously, as a mostly heterosexual man, I appreciate the feminine form. But all the women around me (and I polled 6 because I am writing this post from bed! Ba-dum-tsh! Giggity!) appreciate the feminine form regardless of their sexual orientation. Maybe Arthur could have aimed for a draw and won by taking the high moral ground that since men and women are equal, their beauty is equal and our preference of women over men is just the arbitrary tastes of today’s society. He couldn’t make that argument though because his point behind the “men are prettier than women” (!) argument was that men are better than women. Women, in fact, are so untrustworthy that it is questionable whether they should even be allowed to vote. On and on, like a Ukrainian meal, the chapter dragged on, bringing more and more sick up into my mouth. It leaves me with this one thought- how did humanity take so very long to appreciate the most obvious fact about humanity- that they come in two equal but different kinds? HOW!?
So I saw two very cool things last week. The first is the video for At The Bottom Of Everything by Bright Eyes starring Terence Stamp and the second was Thank You For Smoking. The first is a song about a girl who is consoled by the passenger seated beside her as her plane plummets into the sea and the second is a biting satire about the lobbying industry in America and the tobacco industry. It is a great movie you should go see for three reasons-
1. It is funny.
2. It has Katie Holmes in it before she went crazy.
3. It has a lead character who you still sympathise with even though he is never portrayed as anything less than a despicable asshole.
What it got me thinking about was relationships though. Maybe I just really enjoyed it because it sparked the right neurons in my brain that made bright connections but you’ll see it and it will be another 6/10 Hollywood “satire” like Fun With Dick And Jane. One of the really nice touches in the movie is how the character’s dilemmas revolve around his son and the fact that his son really likes him. As his son expresses and interest in knowing his father, his father is changed. There is probably some deep theological reflection in there about the desire to be known that is universal to all humanity to some degree and the character of the Christian God which is defined in the Trinity in terms of relationship. But I’ll save your atheism and not bring it to the fore. I am a very lazy evangelist.
In case you haven’t seen them yet, YouTube now has the Jesus videos. They are well worth the next 12 minutes of your working day. Even your boss will agree with that. They were made by Vintage 21 church.
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Dude, what is everyone’s obsession with Liam McD?