Song That Goes Duh Nuhnahnuhnahnuhnah Nuh Nuh Nuhhhh Funny Classical
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Re: Zoot's Low Upkeep Productions
by promethean75 Fri Nov 30, 2018 vi:fourteen pm
so i went to this 'written report group' out of boondocks a few days ago. these folks are jordan peterson fans... a small commonage of upper-middle class folks around their late twenties who gather at bar/resturants to consume and be intellectual for a couple hours. i'thousand not a peterson fan but i'll take what i tin can become. whatsoever intellectuals are better than no intellectuals. so i've already got it in my head that it's non going to be an world shaking outcome... i tin can tell this by just looking at the pics of these people. not radical plenty for this fringe philosopher. and then i figured i'll only become to a) requite them a chance to sweep me off my feet, and b) see if these two chicks are as skilful equally they wait in their pics. so i put on my all-time fruit-of-the-loom sweat pants and t-shirt and headed for the bar.
now the one chick came with her boyfriend who kinda looked similar a modern version of bob dylan. she was cute, but off limits. the other chick, however... well she didn't look terrible, but not similar the motion-picture show. we society our food and begin the introductions. you state your name and answer the question; what book would you recommend? now i'1000 panicking because there's and then many good books, yous know? but they're making their style around the circle fast as fuck and i can't call up. so what do i do? i just blurt out some random volume that comes to mind; consciousness explained by daniel dennett (i haven't fifty-fifty read this volume). and then now they're staring at me waiting for me to say something most it, right? fuck. so i start in about intentional systems and emergent materialism and all this other shit i know is in the book but haven't read. i pulled information technology off... perhaps too well. in fact i think i was a little intimidating and maybe went on longer than i should have. but it was the kind of thing where you picket for behavioral cues that tell yous 'okay wrap it upward dude', and i didn't run into whatever. in fact, they seemed to be hanging on my every word. fuck man i didn't know what to do. similar where does one finish when talking about this shit? there is enough to say to fill a volume, ya know.
anyway the meeting began as give-and-take nearly peterson but quickly drifted into several unlike directions and became something of an unruly symposium. then information technology happened. the quirky chick that didn't look as skillful as her pic suddenly dominates the whole table and renders everyone speechless. she said the name, the name that middle-upper class american protestants who drive hybrid cars and listen to the dave matthews band, absolutely dread; friedrich nietzsche. time stops. the hair on the back of my neck rises. i look across the table and meet her eyes. she reaches into her tattered purse and pulls out with lightining speed an one-time, domestic dog earred paperback copy of thus sprake zarathustra, holds it up in front of her every bit if it were a gold shield, and continues her sermon with feverish force as we all just sit down there and stare, speechless. you shoulda seen her. she's like that chick from the breakfast society... the weird one in the back with the dark pilus, recollect her? she even had a sweater on that was two sizes too large. what a fucking trip THIS scene was. similar i wish i had been recording it.
so now chaos breaks out because the christians aren't having it. dude number one attacks zarathustra chick... dude number two steps in to defend zarathustra chick, other chick tries to calm everyone down and dude number three attacks her... then other chick's young man attacks dude number iii. all this time the other two dudes got their own argument going over to the side. it was glorious. all i could exercise was sit back and eat my triple layer craven and salary nachos and mind intently.
this goes on for what seems like 15 minutes until i put the last nacho into my mouth with an aural crisis, wipe my confront with the napkin, slide the empty dish frontwards, cheque my phone for notifications, and raise my mitt a niggling; 'so do y'all guys usually focus on discussing jordan peterson in the meetings or are they kinda like an improvisation?'
they all looked at me like i had just commited a crime and fell silent. the leader dude spoke upwards; 'well usually but information technology doesn't matter... we end up talking most anything... whatsoever happens.'
oh cool, i say. well regarding what has just transpired, i likewise am a big fan of nietzsche and i should like to come to his defense hither. no seriously, i said information technology simply like that; 'i should like to come to his defense.' now they're all thinking; 'wtf is this guys deal? is he using the king's english?' and so zarathustra chick blurts out; 'oh you similar nietzsche too?!' 'i am a nietzschean specialist, madam. no i'm kidding. aye i love his stuff.' now she starts drilling me like an ground forces seargent, request me this that and the other thing. 'twilight, chapter four department ii?' 'Incorrect. wanderer and his shadow, chapter five.' omg it was so funny. i hateful the others... their faces while zarathustra chick and i are going back and forth. we took it so far over their heads they couldn't get a word in. i mean they were intelligent people, but non actually into the older philosophers... more about modern dudes like harris and peterson and such. in whatever instance what i was trying to do was resolve the statement that had begun earlier when zarathustra chick jumped on the christian dude after he said some something well-nigh church and state. it started there, just quickly became an inquisition lead by zarathustra chick well-nigh the ridiculousness of christian doctrine and any endeavor to testify the existence of it's god.
so i go straight for the jugular and hit em with all that shit they never learned about; critique of the ontological and cosmological arguments, the round reasoning of negative theology, the dubious nature of revelatory knowledge, the burden of logical proof, the infinite regress of outset causes, the archeological and historical disproof of biblical content, on and on. so now they aren't liking me... and i knew that would happen earlier i even got there. like i said, not radical plenty, only i had to give em a shot.
eventually we all simmer down and the subject area changes, but i could sense that their pleasant demeanor toward me was contrived, after that. me being such a slap-up guy, i decide to change modes and start agreeing with them... but in a devious socratic way. i don't want them to ostracize me, only i'll exist damned if i let them lead. then now i'm trying to surgically identify questions that volition get them to be critical of their own claims, while pretending to be in understanding with their premises. old socratic trick, nuthin to it.
all in all i don't regret going. the nachos were delicious and zarathustra chick was thoroughly entertaining. little likewise weird for my tastes though and then i didn't bust any moves on her. the other's were just filler textile. uninteresting and benign.
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