M: Thanks, no, what you find pressing I find depressing that you find it pressing. And the daily press is in the business of making money. What you call pressing would put people to sleep and nobody would buy another paper.
PJ: I notice that the press is suffering declining revenues, but I attributed that to the distaste of people for paying for propaganda.
M: Not me, I attribute it to the fact that folk don't even have time to take a proper shit.
M: You have a strange definition of examination. You don't examine, you pontificate with rhetorical glee.
PJ: Sometimes I pontificate, sometimes I am pontificated to. I am gleeful, either way.
M: You will want to focus on the fact that you pontificate. You throw crap at a wall and hope something sticks. You demagogue rather than reason. It moves you from serious person to the joker camp.
M: You lie. You are not concerned, you are casting blame for the divide on Obama. The divide preceded him and will continue long after he is gone. You are a rhetorician and not an observer of honest intention. You augment and flame to the division. You love the division. Your ego gets all pumped up expressing it's point of view and what kind of wine you're drinking. You are proud of your imagined sophistication. I have none myself nor care so I'm oddly not impressed.
PJ: I blame the divide and the malaise on postmodernism and the socialist adherents that have taken over our education systems wholesale. Obama is a product of that and by dint of his role in our society has exacerbated the issue more than any national leader in modern times. Or postmodern times, to be more accurate.
M: Anybody can blame anything on anything. You assume there is a divide you understand and who is responsible. You assume that Obama is a product. But it's you who are a product of your own beliefs. You know little to nothing about him or how he was affected. You are a mass of unexamined assumptions.
PJ: What I find striking in postmodernism is the complete lack of honesty. That I, like the little boy pointing out the nakedness of the Emperor, am called dishonest for doing so merely reflects that you are a courtier.
M: More dishonesty. You find something in postmodernism, you don't say how, you don't say why or what it is, but you assume that it is there because you say it is. It is just plain silly. For example, you are pointing in the mirror. The one who is necked is you. I said it so it must be so.
PJ: And I generally prefer coffee over wine. Except in the case of the 2008 Loring Santa Lucia Highlands Rosella's Vineyard Pinot I anticipate decanting this evening. Impressive!
M: Impressive? What the label. You haven't tasted it yet, right?
M: Logic and argumentation isn't your strong suit. You just state your opinions as facts.
PJ: My opinions are derived from facts. And yours?
M: From the evidence you provide. I am sorry to tell you but there are no facts in evidence regarding your opinions and that fact is visible to anybody who cares to look.
M: This is just horse shit to me. You dropped it in the road and there it steams. It's probably an axiom of your religion. I guess if you throw in a few names and some big words it all becomes political science or something. I think something is the better term.
PJ: Postmodernism is the term most used to describe the phenomenon and it is the mantra of the Left.
M: I know nothing about such crap. Put shit in your own words.
M: Fuck if it is. It's just a word people use who what to sound like they're saying something. It's a fancy way of obfuscating what it is you want to say. It's arcopaleonephricism in the extreme. Why not get dirty and use real words?
PJ: Are you sure don't mean to use the word archiepiscopal instead?
M: I know the difference between a work I make up and one I don't know.
PJ Socialism/Communism/Postmodernism sucks. Simple enough for you?
M: Fuck no. How do I know if they suck. They are just words. They have no context.
M: Fuck you! What do you feel, up there in the clouds?
PJ: Well, I actually feel mighty fine. The sun is shining brightly here in DC, I anticipate going out for a couple hours of mountain biking, followed by a specially prepared Pindi Chana Masala, some Pongal, followed by Kesaribhath (in keeping with the theme.) The Pinot Noir will follow as I decide whether to start watching my recently purchased Blu-ray copy of the HBO series "Rome," as everyone knows wine in Rome was truly democratic.
M: Mountains in DC. But what do I know.
M: Really? It sounds to me like something somebody says who likes to hear himself talk. And most shit people say is a projection. You create this other on whom to dump your own self hate, eh?
PJ: So says my wife at times as well. Such is the burden one must bear.
M: Leave it to you to think of the burden you have to bear rather than the one you place on others.
M: I was dying to know, but now I think I'll live. I know about the monsters under my bed.
PJ: As do my kids.
M: Another burden?
M: As you can see they have been challenged by an idiot know nothing like me.
PJ: Challenge is not quite the word I would have picked.
M: Probably not because you are in hiding. What you expose is a sophisticated ego.
M: Critical introspection is not their strong suit!!!!!!!!!! Hehehehehehe Damn if you're not funny.
PJ: Oh, there is lots of critical deconstruction. The problem for postmodernists is that they have nothing worthwhile to propose in the way of replacement. Ennui ensues.
M: More opinionated words. Where is the critical deconstruction you speak of? Where are the numbers on how many offer no replacement? Who is bored?
M: Sorry but it's more mental gigantic from another asshole who doesn't know what he feels, not that there's any way you can blame him. You can't blame folk whose capacity to feel was destroyed in childhood for trying to build a pretty intellectual ego and parade about.
PJ: I blame the socialists, the communists, the intellectually vapid, the navel gazers, the sycophants, and all those who value style over substance.
M: You are the master of style over substance. You are all style and no substance.
PJ: Feelings are relative, I guess. While you admire the nihilistic postmodernists, I am locked in the arms of a crazy life in having to live with them.
M: You don't have to guess about feelings. You feel them, not think about them. I have no idea if I like NP or not as I have no idea what one is. Those are just big words. They are little pigeon holes to stuff shit in.
Do let me me close this dialogue with a short poem by someone who has lived the life you feel, Charles Bukowski...
PJ: I notice that the press is suffering declining revenues, but I attributed that to the distaste of people for paying for propaganda.
M: Not me, I attribute it to the fact that folk don't even have time to take a proper shit.
M: You have a strange definition of examination. You don't examine, you pontificate with rhetorical glee.
PJ: Sometimes I pontificate, sometimes I am pontificated to. I am gleeful, either way.
M: You will want to focus on the fact that you pontificate. You throw crap at a wall and hope something sticks. You demagogue rather than reason. It moves you from serious person to the joker camp.
M: You lie. You are not concerned, you are casting blame for the divide on Obama. The divide preceded him and will continue long after he is gone. You are a rhetorician and not an observer of honest intention. You augment and flame to the division. You love the division. Your ego gets all pumped up expressing it's point of view and what kind of wine you're drinking. You are proud of your imagined sophistication. I have none myself nor care so I'm oddly not impressed.
PJ: I blame the divide and the malaise on postmodernism and the socialist adherents that have taken over our education systems wholesale. Obama is a product of that and by dint of his role in our society has exacerbated the issue more than any national leader in modern times. Or postmodern times, to be more accurate.
M: Anybody can blame anything on anything. You assume there is a divide you understand and who is responsible. You assume that Obama is a product. But it's you who are a product of your own beliefs. You know little to nothing about him or how he was affected. You are a mass of unexamined assumptions.
PJ: What I find striking in postmodernism is the complete lack of honesty. That I, like the little boy pointing out the nakedness of the Emperor, am called dishonest for doing so merely reflects that you are a courtier.
M: More dishonesty. You find something in postmodernism, you don't say how, you don't say why or what it is, but you assume that it is there because you say it is. It is just plain silly. For example, you are pointing in the mirror. The one who is necked is you. I said it so it must be so.
PJ: And I generally prefer coffee over wine. Except in the case of the 2008 Loring Santa Lucia Highlands Rosella's Vineyard Pinot I anticipate decanting this evening. Impressive!
M: Impressive? What the label. You haven't tasted it yet, right?
M: Logic and argumentation isn't your strong suit. You just state your opinions as facts.
PJ: My opinions are derived from facts. And yours?
M: From the evidence you provide. I am sorry to tell you but there are no facts in evidence regarding your opinions and that fact is visible to anybody who cares to look.
M: This is just horse shit to me. You dropped it in the road and there it steams. It's probably an axiom of your religion. I guess if you throw in a few names and some big words it all becomes political science or something. I think something is the better term.
PJ: Postmodernism is the term most used to describe the phenomenon and it is the mantra of the Left.
M: I know nothing about such crap. Put shit in your own words.
M: Fuck if it is. It's just a word people use who what to sound like they're saying something. It's a fancy way of obfuscating what it is you want to say. It's arcopaleonephricism in the extreme. Why not get dirty and use real words?
PJ: Are you sure don't mean to use the word archiepiscopal instead?
M: I know the difference between a work I make up and one I don't know.
PJ Socialism/Communism/Postmodernism sucks. Simple enough for you?
M: Fuck no. How do I know if they suck. They are just words. They have no context.
M: Fuck you! What do you feel, up there in the clouds?
PJ: Well, I actually feel mighty fine. The sun is shining brightly here in DC, I anticipate going out for a couple hours of mountain biking, followed by a specially prepared Pindi Chana Masala, some Pongal, followed by Kesaribhath (in keeping with the theme.) The Pinot Noir will follow as I decide whether to start watching my recently purchased Blu-ray copy of the HBO series "Rome," as everyone knows wine in Rome was truly democratic.
M: Mountains in DC. But what do I know.
M: Really? It sounds to me like something somebody says who likes to hear himself talk. And most shit people say is a projection. You create this other on whom to dump your own self hate, eh?
PJ: So says my wife at times as well. Such is the burden one must bear.
M: Leave it to you to think of the burden you have to bear rather than the one you place on others.
M: I was dying to know, but now I think I'll live. I know about the monsters under my bed.
PJ: As do my kids.
M: Another burden?
M: As you can see they have been challenged by an idiot know nothing like me.
PJ: Challenge is not quite the word I would have picked.
M: Probably not because you are in hiding. What you expose is a sophisticated ego.
M: Critical introspection is not their strong suit!!!!!!!!!! Hehehehehehe Damn if you're not funny.
PJ: Oh, there is lots of critical deconstruction. The problem for postmodernists is that they have nothing worthwhile to propose in the way of replacement. Ennui ensues.
M: More opinionated words. Where is the critical deconstruction you speak of? Where are the numbers on how many offer no replacement? Who is bored?
M: Sorry but it's more mental gigantic from another asshole who doesn't know what he feels, not that there's any way you can blame him. You can't blame folk whose capacity to feel was destroyed in childhood for trying to build a pretty intellectual ego and parade about.
PJ: I blame the socialists, the communists, the intellectually vapid, the navel gazers, the sycophants, and all those who value style over substance.
M: You are the master of style over substance. You are all style and no substance.
PJ: Feelings are relative, I guess. While you admire the nihilistic postmodernists, I am locked in the arms of a crazy life in having to live with them.
M: You don't have to guess about feelings. You feel them, not think about them. I have no idea if I like NP or not as I have no idea what one is. Those are just big words. They are little pigeon holes to stuff shit in.
Do let me me close this dialogue with a short poem by someone who has lived the life you feel, Charles Bukowski...
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