well i tried to show you years ago how your designer philosophy of VO was just a watered down recapitulation and mishmash of various failed ethics theories of the past, but you kept insisting you ‘discovered’ something extraordinary. then i was forced to watch in agony as you paraded around the forums trying to recruit yesmen who would placate your misguided sense of grandiosity. after a while i got better though and it no longer hurt. instead of cringing when i saw you somewhere, i’d just say to myself ‘oh that’s just jakob again, doing his thang, passing out brochures.’
but that’s the fun of it, man! these forums give us a place to temporarily leave our ordinary, mediocre lives and pretend to be the superheros we’ve always wanted to be (wait a min… did i say ‘us’? i didn’t mean to include myself… sorry). there is nothing more adorable than watching a poster believe he’s come upon an original idea and get all excited about it… without knowing that idea has been a dead duck for seventy years. it doesn’t matter that serious philosophy was finalized a century ago…nobody is intent on doing serious philosophy anyway… so there’s no loss here.
really though, as much as i know you’d like to think you and pezer’s venture here is like some kind of formal philosophical expedition, unfortunately it’s more like two highschool kids coming to crash a keg party. but don’t get me wrong… like i said, that can be fun. even more fun if the crashers believe they’re some kind of highly trained special ops team of intellectuals. that’s quality stuff. i told you before i could make a comedy mini series out of these forums if i had a few investors.
what are ‘grillz’? you mean gold teeth? no i don’t think that will be necessary because i…
got toes look like chicken mcnuggets
went to vegas lost all but three duckets
start a post get a thread full of ‘fuck its’
tighten up like brady in the third quarter
build a wall, mexicans at the boarder
grandma juanita was a newspaper hoarder
got a job at the hotel as a porter
Yo, got a job at the hotel as a porter
10 cents to the fam and another 90 for the Porter
Substantial amount of GDP generated by cheap gringo boarders
Meanwhile Juanita got raped before she could say “por favoro”
Before she could say “por favoro”
Pass me another Marlboro
I gotta light this fool up before he tells me more 'bout decorum
I come now and then to the ILP forum
Look for smart and sane but i never make quorum
Lazy ass lazy face lazy and porous
But I take a jab now and then to remind them there’s oro
I take a jab now and them to remind them there’s oro
While I dream of shanty shack days eating fororo
He don’t know what that is, Mexicans just mor fodder
For the guilt trippy nanny state he so loves and ado-res
By the way I decided Im not going to let you believe I don’t know and understand your envy.
You should convince the girls you sleep with of your great intellect. I am sure that works every time.
But here you are talking to a man who completed Philosophy.
I understand envy as a natural law among sentient beings, it is as predictable as gravity. I don’t blame you, but I do know what drives you.
This is why I always referred to your talents. You’ve got stuff to work with. I thought. But I now realize talent is very liberally distributed among humans. Integrity is not. And one who doesn’t have it doesn’t seem to have any desire for it either.
I don’t mean jealousy of me personally. I mean of the positivistic tradition that seems to constantly accomplish more than what it is, per Russell and Popper, expected to.
And R and P are in turn results of the other compromise-hailing English brand of philosophy that is solely designed to justify the subjection of the people - because they are wretched, as you say.
But they aren’t all of them.
put your recording device closer to the speakers. and all that would have flowed better at a faster tempo and with more segues. too many stalls; you can’t afford interruptions and pauses at that tempo… it disconnects everything. not that it was bad as a monologue… but it would’ve been better if you had kept a steady meter.
“i make juice out of limes… i snort meter long lines”
“reads some books and thinks he’s better… talkin’ bout negroids wearing a biggy smalls sweater”
Rap has a way of forcin people to just say it, without so much academic window dressing.
I sort of know who you are now.
This though:
I sometimes think (ehemamconstantlyintheknowledgeof) that the side you hold as the farce or part you play is real, and what you identify with is the farce that allows you to deny the pain.
I got respect.
'p yo nose clean nigga. Don’t shy away from makin money dude like you can make it in a heartbeat. Dude like you deserves nice things.