It's the Pseudointellectualist Thread

[Writer]

Be as it may, there appears a need for a means through which those of us achieving a greater understanding of our world by deconstructing the dictums of society can facilitate such processes. So I have established a locus at which such deconstructions can find conflict, yielding the aforementioned greater understanding.

Let us discuss now, shall we?

[hfojvt]

heh heh heh

She said 'dictum'. Heh heh heh.

[Writer]

2. Does the verbiage of my initial thesis move you so?

Tell me now - WHY?

[hfojvt]

13. You asked why?

That means I have the floor and can talk as long as I want. I could start with a video of when Captain Pike last visited this planet fifteen years ago, but without video capabilities that might be a problem. Let me start basically then, with this quote from Zelazny:

"If somebody does something really rotten, there is a reason for it. Learn it, if you care, and you learn why he is an SOB. The fact is the thing that remains though."

Of course, I have not done anything really rotten, maybe tried a juvenile joke which was not well received. Why? The answer is, of course, the media, mostly television. People do not just think in a vacuum. They think with ideas which they pull from their environment and experiences. Since the American experience is typically one of watching lots of TV, that is where most of the ideas come from. Thus, the discourse is stuck at the junior high level - gossip, fashion, passion, violence, pettiness, and obsession with 'dirty' words.

As Bruce Coville wrote in 'My teacher flunked the planet' - "'If we judged earthlings on the basis of what they've done with television, we'd just blow the planet up and have done with it. How they invented it when they did, I'll never know. They certainly weren't ready for it. How a culture can expose their young to such - such -'
He was so upset he couldn't finish his sentence. Instead he made a gesture with no exact earth equivalent. The closest translation my implant could provide was something like 'I spit in deep disgust upon your decision to play in your own garbage.'
Only the last word wasn't garbage."

[Writer]

17. Bravo! Bravo!

You speak such great truths with such practical diction. You reference phenomenology as a means to explain our suffering popular culture. Bravo! :applause:

[SPKrazy]

1. well in my opinion

let's deconstruct some dictums then, I think this locus will do for now.

We may have to progress to a more diverse locus to truly yield the aforementioned understanding as you will no doubt be preaching to the proverbial choir in this one.

:P

[Writer]

3. You are correct. The diversity at this locus is lacking.

However there is potential for parsing these issues still. If you must, do precontextualize what we deconstruct into terms of the body politik, however I think you will find such ruminations limiting, if not shockingly cynical.

[SPKrazy]

4. True, parsing

is possible, extrapolating the issues from the "choir" so to speak and seeing how they fit into the body politik, would indeed be limiting, and in fact quite cynical as you say from a broader perspective :P

[Writer]

5. So what shall we do, dear Southpawkicker?

(smacks on pipe)

[SPKrazy]

7. perhaps we should contemplate

the state of our nation's indifference towards higher petroleum prices writer.

It would indeed seem that there is in fact no outrage about the fact that petrol prices have risen an average of one American dollar in the United States since the month of January.

In recent history, there was outrage, even lines of over the road truckers descending upon the nation's capital to protest. It seems that the American people have in fact been anesthetized into feeling no outrage at the rapid ascent of prices for petroleum products, especially gasoline.

What say you on this matter Writer?

:shrug:

[Writer]

15. The cost of petrol is but a pittance of the greater cost of man's soul.

(O - it seems I have moved away from pseudointellectualism to Dickensian speech. What a pity. A real shame, but those are the foibles that make us all.)

To whit, the cost of petrol beckons an introspection into the matters that govern our great powers. For so few have the purse of so many, and yet that purse burgeons as we continue on our whimsical, self-pitying paths. The truth lay within ourselves, not within a church or a governing house. The truth lay within our fat bellies filled with goat meat. The truth lay beneath our flat, flabby behinds under which stick crumbled potato chips. Ah. Indeed. These are the true challenges before us.

[Left Is Write]

6. I do not want to be pseudointellectual.

I'd rather be the genuine article.

[SPKrazy]

9. it's all pseudo LIW

nothing is real enough to pass for the genuine article anymore.

:shrug:

[Left Is Write]

10. You clearly have not seen the 30-piece package of Googly Eyes I have in front of me.

They are real. Oh, so real...and all staring RIGHT AT ME.

:crazy:

[Writer]

12. (smacks on pipe; strokes beard)

But young lady, sharing thoughts of a deeper nature with your fellow man soothes the soul and lifts our minds, one and all!

O - I hearken back to the days of my youth when I used to tend to the sucking wounds that festered in the armpits of the sick. It was small work, but I always knew in my heart of hearts that one day I would appreciate the company of my fellow intellectuals. Be as it may, the great God above anointed me with such appropriate capabilities (coughs), and soon I found myself at the university at the tender age of twelve pouring through many a volume of Dickens and Sophocles.

Ahhhh. Those be the days.

[Whoa_Nelly]

8. I am a Pseudointellectualist

[SPKrazy]

11. Bwahhaaaa!

oh, wait, i know that d00d.

yeah, he was down at the vacuum store standing outside it waving the other day :hi:

And my, look at the pseudointellectual article he is reading, and got to love his Louvre shades, eh?

Such a brainiac, Western Civilization has actually known plenty of.

:shrug:

[hfojvt]

14. I think that is Ishmael

and he is reading an interview with Kurt Vonnegut.

[crim son]

16. (...runs up, breathless)

Here I am, at your service. Ready to facilitate the, errr, processes.

[Writer]

18. It is the young woman named crim son!

Come, sit with us and chat a while. But as you do so, would you be a lamb and attend to an old man's needs? (coughs and strokes beard)

[crim son]

19. You gotta beard?

:evilgrin:

Maybe I'm in the wrong room.

[Writer]

20. A beard, a pipe, and raging intellectual prowess.

My three-piece suit with fluffy neck thing and pocket watch encases both my burgeoning belly as well as my burgeoning masculine impulses. Why it is the pursuit of greater understanding that urges on my desire for the delicate flower of feminine virtue. Come - sit closer to me.

(puffs on pipe)

[crim son]

21. Heh. "Burgeoning masculine impulses"

Can I sit on your lap? Heh.

[Writer]

22. Ah, yes. Sit on my lap, young lady, and I will recite you poetry.

For it is to thine eye that I seek a twinkle. I know a bit of Wordsworth. A bit of Whitman. Do either suit you?

Oh heavens, it appears that your bodice is torn! What a pity, indeed.

[crim son]

23. (sadly, you picked the wrong bodice)

I know one poem:

Tobacco is a dirty weed: I like it.
It satisfies no normal need: I like it.
It makes you thin, it makes you lean,
It takes the hair right off your bean.
It's the worst darn stuff I've ever seen.
I like it.

Oh, Sir! I am but a tender maid; shame, shame on you. (wriggles from the hot embrace and races from the room)

[Writer]

24. She left! What a pity, indeed.

O - this reminds me of a time long gone by. Myself and my good friend Dobbs decided to take a respite at Bildy Pond near the estate. We laid together near the reeds smoking fine herbs from our treasured pipes. Suddenly the urge of nature got hold of me, so I stood near the edge of the pond to relieve my dear bladder.

"My word!" Dobbs told me. "You are unquestionably ripe!"

Indeed I was. My masculine impulses were amazingly present - encouraged by the gentle flicker of wind and the softness of fall leaves.

"Come take this from me!" I told Dobbs. "I can bear it no longer!"

"In what way do you wish me to take it?"

His lips pursed in disbelief. (O - why must the frailty of men be exposed at such trying times?) "Your lips are fragrant to me, my dear Dobbs. Perhaps, my dear friend, for just a taste?"

"You confound me!" Dobbs yelled. He dropped his pipe and leaped away, leaving me alone and in desirous need, after which the only means was self reliance.


Oh dear crim son, I did not mean for you to fly away like a doe. Please forgive me. (cough cough)

[dEMOK]

25. What???!!! (see graphic)...