I’m a newcomer to the Culture Wars. I used to think the only culture worth having was the culture of minding your own business, live and let live, grow your garden and try to leave a small footprint wherever you go. My hero, to the extent I had any such thing as a hero, and could remember where I lived, was Mr. Bill Kauffman, the Sage of Batavia. But then I found out that there were people whose existence was an implicit negation of mine, even if I had never met them, never would and they were completely unaware of me. Worse, these people didn’t actually exist as people per se, but as conceptually negating entities existence-wise. So I took lessons on hating them, with special tutorials on disclaiming any animus in order to preserve plausible deniability. This probably sounds like the start of an argumentum ad flatulum, the so-called “gaseous fallacy”, but I’m completely sincere! Really! And as it happens, I have a visualized mathematical proof of the non-existing personal-existence-negation people’s hostility to me, whom they do not know (and cannot know, because they don’t exist). You may want to make one of your own, BTW, and as it happens people who do exist have made something you can use to do that. It’s right here, in cross platform and available uncrippled, for free. Anyway, here…
Clearly the argument inherent in the graphic is self-evident. And now I have get back to my classes. They’re giving out cookies to the good students (who exist, I think).






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I wish I understood WTF you are saying here, because I just know it’s interesting. What about people that really exist and hate me? Can I will them into non-existence?
The really existing, hatin’ people can be willed into non-existence, but it’s helpful to have a baseball bat and a 357 with hollow points handy, just in case they have philosophical objections.
I wasn’t saying much of anything with the post, really. I wanted to work out a way to link up some interesting software, an interesting guy and make fun of the culture war. Also, I was hoping it would draw Rev. Fenderson out of his undisclosed location. But it looks like the rumors are true. He’s being held hostage by Squirrelist thugs — vicious, chittering, thieving little brutes, with no mercy in their foul, furry little hearts.
I figured he was just horny.
Oh the humanity!
It would be wrong to take advantage of his absence and discuss his sex life…
Simply eliminate this evil doppelganger, and all will be well.
Yeah, I can’t believe the hate!
Kallisti, budiz pozdravena Diskordie!