That bitch is your wife. Show some respect... even if others can or will not.
I don’t have a wife, but if I did, "I hope she'd be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool."
That bitch is your wife. Show some respect... even if others can or will not.
THE PRETENSIONS OF POVERTY
“Thou dost presume too much, poor needy wretch,
To claim a station in the firmament,
Because thy humble cottage, or thy tub,
Nurses some lazy or pedantic virtue
In the cheap sunshine or by shady springs,
With roots and pot-herbs; where thy right hand,
Tearing those human passions from the mind
Upon whose stocks fair blooming virtues flourish,
Degradeth nature, and benumbeth sense,
And, Gorgon-like, turns active men to stone
We not require the dull society
Of your necessitated temperance,
Or that unnatural stupidity
That knows nor joy nor sorrow; nor your forc’d
Falsely exalted passive fortitude
Above the active. This low abject brood
That fix their seats in mediocrity,
Become your servile minds; but we advance
Such virtues only as admit excess,
Brave, bounteous acts, regal magnificence,
All-seeing prudence, magnanimity
That knows no bound, and that heroic virtue
For which antiquity hath left no name,
But patterns only, such as Hercules,
Achilles, Theseus. Back to thy loath’d cell;
And when thou seest the new enlightened sphere,
Study to know but what those worthies were.”
T. CAREW
We come into being as a slight thickening at the end of a long thread. Cells proliferate, become an excrescence, and assume the shape of a man. The end of the thread now lies buried within, shielded, and inviolate. Our task is to bear it forward, pass it on. We flourish for a moment, achieve a bit of singing and dancing, a few memories we would carve in stone, and then we wither, twist out shape. The end of thread lies now in our children, extends back through us, unbroken, unfathomably into the past. Numberless thickenings have appeared on it, have flourished and have fallen away as we now fall away. Nothing remains but the germ-line. What changes to produce new structures as life evolves is momentary excrescence but the hereditary arrangements within the thread.
We are carriers of spirit. We know not how, nor why, nor where. On our shoulders, in our eye, in anguished hands through unclear realm, into a future unknown, unknowable, and in continual creation, we bear its full weight. It depends on us utterly, yet we know it not. We inch it forward with each beat of heart, give to it the work of hand, of mind. We falter, pass it on to our children, lay out our bones, fall away, are lost, forgotten. Spirit passes on, enlarged, enriched, more strange, and complex.
We are being used. Should we not know in whose service? To whom, to what, give we unwitting loyalty? What is this quest? Beyond that which we have, what could we want? What is spirit?
Betrayed by transcendence, we return to the present. We look around, we touch, we taste, we feel. Presently we begin to say, “This is better than that.” We value it, we want to hold on to it, point it out to others, and almost at once there’s a trying to create, to contribute, a drive for transcendence which leads us to betray the present, commit our energies to the future. Love of the present leads us to betray the present; the effort to hold something forever leads us to lose even that moment of possession we might otherwise have.
It is not the disorder and confusion of the marketplace which drives me to the mountaintop; it’s my delight in the marketplace that impels me to desert it. Love of life leads me to betray life; love of the actual sends me searching after the ideal; love of the present leads to the sacrifice of the present to a future that never comes. “On Not Knowing How to Live” by Allen Wheelis
For today the little people have become ruler: they all preach surrender and resignation and prudence and industry and consideration and the long etcetera of little virtues.
What is effeminate, what comes from the servant’s ilk and especially the rabble mishmash: that now wants to become ruler of all human destiny—oh nausea! Nausea! Nausea!
That asks and asks and does not tire; “How do human beings preserve themselves best, longest, most pleasantly?” With that—they are the rulers of today.
Overcome these rulers of today for me, oh my brothers—these little people: they are the overman’s greatest danger.
Overcome for me, you higher men, the little virtues, the little prudence, the sand-grain sized considerations, the detritus of swarming ants, the pitiful contentedness, the “happiness of the greatest number.”!
And despair rather than surrender. And truly, I love you for not knowing how to live today, you higher men! For this you live—best!
Perhaps your not doing it is directly proportional to the freckled ball growing out of your torso.I'm not. The idea is kissing and hugging people sickens me, which is why I never do it.
Slightly off topic but there’s no way something like that up there gets by unscathed, so answer:Yes, that zoo scene up to the bailout was created with the government's blessing and without governmental interference. Yes, that is "laissez faire". That's what laissez faire means.
No, she was addicted to amphetamines and was a heavy, heavy smoker.She apparently suffers from a right exotropia; which is why her eyes appear to dart about as she shifts focus from one eye to the other.
Smashing!!ElectricFetusTo Rand it is the moral right of every person to do what ever they want that is best for themselves, fuck everyone else! If you get rich and powerful at the expense of other so be it anything else would be an inhibition on your individual freedom.
Yeah, and you know what they did with it? Wiped their asshole.I have reprints of Sears Roebuck catalogs from 1897 & 1909. The items available to a typical worker are remarkable. This catalog was not addressed to the so called carriage trade who had servants, tailors/seamstresses, & shopped at major department stores. It indicates that the typical worker could afford a piano & many other major items.
Transcendence.Tell me, Marquis, what Nietzsche meant by “I love you for not knowing how to live today.”
Yes, she is.Cognitive dissonance; it’s a bitch, isn't it?
I am a socialist so it should come as no shock to you that I find Ayn Rand and her philosophy repulsive. I find nothing redeeming about Rand's narcissistic philosophy nor her fictional hero John Galt. True it may be that too many readers and followers of Rand were and are too immature in their thinking that they have no obligation to help others when in fact kindness, generosity and mutual aid are part of human beings survival skill set. Ultimately this is Rand's fault because she all but ignores this aspect of the human experience except to say that these virtues are not the essence of life leaving the reader to draw the conclusion that a total focus on self in self interest is what she means.
Rand fundamental philosophy is based around ethical selfishness or "Objectivism" and complete rejection of altruism. Here from the website dedicated to her philosophy: http://www.atlassociety.org/virtue-selfishness
"Ayn Rand rejects altruism, the view that self-sacrifice is the moral ideal. She argues that the ultimate moral value, for each human individual, is his or her own well-being. Since selfishness (as she understands it) is serious, rational, principled concern with one's own well-being, it turns out to be a prerequisite for the attainment of the ultimate moral value. For this reason, Rand believes that selfishness is a virtue."
I simply can't accept this philosophy
I think that the reason I come down so hard upon the anti-Rand brigade is that, given the examples presented here, they aren't even aware that their point of view can be so obnoxious to those who can understand Rand while still able to pay respect to Steinbeck. And, for me, there's that cognitive dissonance that Trooper mentioned.
I don’t have a wife, but if I did, "I hope she'd be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool."
If only.And yet everyone who has been around long enough knows the importance of saving themselves from those who want to save them.
What do you mean 'everyone knows'? Fetus doesn't.
Because, Mr. Electric Fetus, did you know that in her world man’s relation to man is an investment?
That book needs pictures, an Amazon discount when you buy 3 lbs of Gouda no shipping and handling, free tickets to Talyor Swift, and a thin spine because everyone knows that means less than 10 pages.
Or, to quote Oscar Wilde - 'Philanthropic people lose all sense of humanity. It is their distinguishing characteristic.'
It links to some of the most delicious titles as well.It's one of the first scholarly works that dares to acknowledge that there is a dark side to the drive for altruism.
There's plenty on it online, e.g. Violence of the lambs, here, Concepts and implications of altruism bias and pathological altruism.
And yet anyone who has ever managed to accomplish anything in their lives, is keeping to that kind of philosophy.
How does one 'get rich' in a free-market while at the same time 'fucking everyone else'?To Rand it is the moral right of every person to do what ever they want that is best for themselves, fuck everyone else! If you get rich and powerful at the expense of other so be it anything else would be an inhibition on your individual freedom (the freedom of those you may or may not be oppressing by optimizing your own freedom is irrelevant).
How does one 'get rich' in a free-market while at the same time 'fucking everyone else'?
There was an evil cynicism coiled inside Mother Teresa-- you could hear it hiss when she described the poor's suffering as 'beautiful'.
Her poor were given prayers and opiates, but did you know that she was treated at the best hospitals? Paid for by the pope?
It links to some of the most delicious titles as well.
When was it published? Just read in conjunction with some article about a Doctor's fanaticism to help a patient that he eventually killed him. Written in 2011, so I'm guessing this book is just as recent.
wynn said:Oh, but you're not loved by Jay, not even remotely.
gendanken said:Transcendence.
He who seeks may easily get lost himself. All solitude is wrong": so say the herd. And long did you belong to the herd.
The voice of the herd will still echo in you. And when you say, "I no longer have a conscience in common with you," then it will be a grief and a pain.
Can you give yourself your own evil and good, and set up your own will as a law over you? Can you be judge for yourself, and avenger of your law?
Terrible is it to be alone with the judge and avenger of one's own law. Thus is a star thrown into the void, and into the icy breath of solitude.
Today you still suffer from the many, you individual; today your courage and hopes are undiminished.
But one day the solitude will weary you; one day your pride will yield, and your courage quail. You will one day cry: "I am alone!"
One day you will no longer see your heights, and see too closely your depths; even your sublimity will frighten you like a phantom. You will one day cry: "All is false!"
No, but maybe by James, (the only way he knew how.)
He who seeks may easily get lost himself. All solitude is wrong": so say the herd. And long did you belong to the herd.
The voice of the herd will still echo in you. And when you say, "I no longer have a conscience in common with you," then it will be a grief and a pain.
Can you give yourself your own evil and good, and set up your own will as a law over you? Can you be judge for yourself, and avenger of your law?
Terrible is it to be alone with the judge and avenger of one's own law. Thus is a star thrown into the void, and into the icy breath of solitude.
Today you still suffer from the many, you individual; today your courage and hopes are undiminished.
But one day the solitude will weary you; one day your pride will yield, and your courage quail. You will one day cry: "I am alone!"
One day you will no longer see your heights, and see too closely your depths; even your sublimity will frighten you like a phantom. You will one day cry: "All is false!"