The extraordinary internal skirmish
Posted on | January 3, 2008 | 44 Comments
Why is the reality of people’s absorption of a postulation so very challenging in these modern times? Let me give you an example. Imagine, if you will, a person trying to explain a theory regarding, let’s say, space travel to a person whose concept of such things is well below the norm.
With that in mind it becomes more difficult to fully elucidate on the thesis when their comprehension is so fundamentally flawed. Further to that many people conject that suppositional reasoning can clarify the matter at hand when, in actual fact, it merely serves to muddy the waters even further. Many’s the time I have witnessed an outstanding orator struggling to get across the true meaning of his declamation, even when faced with the most discerning of audiences.
Should we not then admit to ourselves that it would be best to dismiss these people as futile shells of themselves, unwilling as they are to amend their cognition beyond tabloid level? Why should the time, effort and cerebral toil be spent on these blockheaded dullards?
It’s a question that has plagued us through the ages. In Ancient Greece Mephiliopholes, one of the great philosophers, opined that the common man should be required to listen to those of greater intellect and should they argue then defenestration was necessary to make them understand. Even today that rings true at the most basic of levels. On an almost daily basis we see this manifested in media, in works of scholarly excellence and in strange etchings found on discs by anthropologist archeologists.
Perhaps when man has evolved and the laborious undertaking that each of us calls ‘life’ becomes less a frightful weight upon our literal shoulders and more a slice of something heavenly then we might reach the conclusion that so many have sought and yet fail to arrive at.
You know?
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January 3rd, 2008 @ 12:30 am
And thus, Twenty discovers the reason he is a blogger.
There endeth the lesson for today.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 12:38 am
Until the Evening Herald and radio phone shows are banned things ain’t getting any better ?
No shit Jose.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 12:58 am
Jaysus Twenty – what have you been drinking and where can I get some?
January 3rd, 2008 @ 1:00 am
burning the herald newspaper plant and eviscerating joe duffy with his own lower jaw bone won’t make much of a difference because only way to expand the mind of the average fuckwit in the street is with a crowbar. the vast majority have, and always will be, thick as owl shit. as long as they have their bread and circuses (or beer and jerry springer), they’ll be happy to wallow in their own ignorance. to paraphrase descartes, i think therefore i am, which means most people aren’t. i’m off to think joined up thoughts and feel smug and superior.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 1:24 am
That shore is some fancy-talking there boy!
Us folks might ne’er know what the heck you’re jabberin’ on about, but you got yoursel’ one hell of a purty mouth there.
Amazing what happens when you can’t afford to drink, innit?
January 3rd, 2008 @ 1:26 am
Your finishing sentence should have been:
You know? Like
January 3rd, 2008 @ 1:36 am
Hey Robert, are you a girl? It doesn’t matter. Wanna come over to my place? Eh? Eh?
I’ll finish your sentences for you.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 1:57 am
silver balls, talking with your mouth full is considered rude
January 3rd, 2008 @ 2:11 am
Twenty, I fear you are becoming intoxicated by the exhuberance of your own verbosity.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 2:21 am
Sorry Porridge, it’s all this futuristic stuff. Makes me come over all violent and gay.
I wish I was a monkey again.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 2:21 am
SHAZAAM!!!!
Thank God for that.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 3:16 am
The act of Defenstration might be what you need to perform on that Oxford Thesaurus you got from your Granny for Christmas…
January 3rd, 2008 @ 3:55 am
By the way..
Helen Keller got a Cheese Grater for Christmas.
She said it was the best book she ever read.
Thats my fav Christmas joke so sorry if it offends anyone.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 4:00 am
There are no flaws in what you have expounded and you are fundementally correct. I will now at 3.30 a.m return to my perch!
January 3rd, 2008 @ 8:19 am
That cheese grater joke is wrong. She said it was the most violent book she’d ever read!
January 3rd, 2008 @ 8:54 am
That’s funny, Twenty, I was just thinking the same thing meself. Now at 12.55am in Seattle I’m going have another glass of shiraz and pass out.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 9:03 am
Most eloquent dear Twenty, you should slip the word cunt into a piece like that though.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 9:05 am
But on the other hand it could be a lot of pretentious elitist bollix. You wouldn’t be posturing for another of those blog award thingys would ya? No of course not!
January 3rd, 2008 @ 9:13 am
Bite me.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 9:25 am
Have you ever seen Stevie Wonders wife?………………………..No.
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.
.
.
.
Neither has he!
January 3rd, 2008 @ 9:35 am
Ummmm…. takes one to know one!
I think!
January 3rd, 2008 @ 10:28 am
Helen Keller has been dead forty years or more.
How many of your readers would know who she was? Has TG4 broadcast “The Miracle Worker” again?
Let’s joke about the more recent blind.
Mephiliopholes works for Leitrim County Council now, still filling pot holes.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 10:30 am
Twenty,if your’e going to ramble on like that you should mention God here and there, that way all the Catlicks will listen they won’t under stand but they will still believe you!
January 3rd, 2008 @ 10:50 am
My favourite helen keller joke involved her family stamping on her brail paper with golf shoes when she was naughty.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 10:58 am
Unfortunately Twenty, in today’s era of the tabloid it is the eloquent and the intellectual who are lambasted with expressions such as:
‘Fuck off Prof!’
and
‘Nerdy Cunt!’
I feel a cull coming.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 11:30 am
Helen Keller would the best rape victim ever.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 11:33 am
Johnny5, one day we’re going to have to have a pint.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 11:36 am
I’ll meet you in Sinnotts in ten minutes.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 11:54 am
Twenty are you reading Brian Greene by any chance?
January 3rd, 2008 @ 12:47 pm
brian greene? more like green eggs and ham
January 3rd, 2008 @ 1:21 pm
Bollix twenty innit. Just proves you can’t write
January 3rd, 2008 @ 1:55 pm
Jaysus, Twenty. Whatever you do, remember to take that wig off, remove that lace hankerchief from your little finger and put that quill and snuff box away before you walk into Ron’s tonight.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 3:26 pm
Orgasm inducing vocabulary.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 4:03 pm
How the fuck would nicking their windows help anything?
January 3rd, 2008 @ 4:13 pm
Well said Mr. Major, I couldn’t have said it better myself. I really couldn’t.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 5:18 pm
And you continue to deny that you are Kevin Myers..
January 3rd, 2008 @ 5:19 pm
And I always will.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 5:44 pm
A fishes tit. I couldn’t give.
January 3rd, 2008 @ 6:01 pm
I like Muddy Waters. Great blues player. For the rest of the story: what are you on about?
January 3rd, 2008 @ 6:14 pm
Don’t mind them, Twenty, a prophet is always slagged off in his homeland, or something like that.
Just cos so many can’t handle words of more than one syllable, or sentences that don’t ask a simple question, everyone is expected to dumb down so that the thickos don’t feel inadequate.
Well, they are inadequate!!
January 3rd, 2008 @ 9:09 pm
Nice one.
January 4th, 2008 @ 2:46 am
Ask me bollix
January 4th, 2008 @ 5:30 am
Why use one small word when you can use three big ones that don’t really sit well together instead, eh?
Get back to what you’re good at Twenty, pretending to be funny.
January 4th, 2008 @ 5:39 am
There’s only two things in the world that taste like fish.
One of them is fish.
Yes I have been drinking, -a lot.
Yes I hate you all.
Yes, I probably won’t hate you so much tomorrow.
Fuck off.
Nah, nah, nah, I’m only messing.
Bleeeuurrrrgghhh!!!!