Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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Masters of Mendacity
Masters of Mendacity Dear sweet Lord, do they lie. They lie not just like hairy eggs. Hell, no. They lie like the entire poultry farm. They lie like there is no tomorrow. They lie with panache, with flair, with elan, with a unique style of lying, that nobody else can hold a sputtering candle to. They lie with wailing, copious tears, hand-wringing and epic pathos.…
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Of binary digits, and much silly
Of binary digits, and much silly Some thunks, although interesting (for me) stubbornly refuse to be tied down to my flickering screen. They dance with me, like whirling dervishes, but refuse my hungry embrace. I know what I’m thinking, kinda, sorta. But when I put it all down, what I thought was a fine example…
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It’s all they’ve got
It’s all they’ve got It’s all they’ve got. Some binary digits in a bank computer mainframe. A stack of an inert metal. Illusions of grandeur. Vaulting pride. Inbred cruelty, selfishness, and myopia. They have no soul, no vision, no heart, no feeling. They have no poetry. They have no quiet dreams. They…
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White, and Proud
White, and proud I am perfectly happy, content, at ease with being WHITE. Proud, if you like. (Well, admittedly, with a Green-ish tinge. No, I don’t mean the dubious patee-foie. Just the Gaelic, like) I also believe the endless onslaught, the tsunami of recent bad news? Has re-taught me, once again, an old truth.…
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The Divine Spark
The divine spark My dear old Mum was a traditional Irish Catholic. Very soft-spoken lady, writer for Catholic magazines (she wrote as Angela Meyrick), and had a magnificent library. Not for show either. All her books were dog-eared, with extensive pencil notes written in the margins. She expressly left the library to…
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For a Moment
“I’m sorry they treat you so wickedly”, whispered the Sky. “It’s okay”, smiled Earth. From the depths of her seas. The tops of her mountains. And the quiet murmur of the patient breeze. “Humans are small in spirit. They forget. It all only lasts? Their glory, vanity, pomp & strut? Their endless, warring, silliness? For a moment.”
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A simple Question
Question: How many thousands of Jews normally worked at the Twin Towers, and how many thousands of Jews ‘magically’ did not turn up for work on that fateful morning? That is the question all of America should be shouting, angrily, from the roof tops. For-ever. How the hell do you justify sneaking off,…
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Your mouth runneth over, unwisely, Mister Giuliani
Edited Your mouth runneth over, unwisely, Mister Giuliani Unwise, indeed, the man who boasts, on the subject of 9-11: “…it was the worst day of my life and in some ways, you know, the greatest day of my life, in terms of my city, my country, my family.” (Your greatest day, eh? Is that how…
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Strange Calm
Strange calm Disembodied, I nonetheless exist – still. Surveying the smoking wreckage of my explosively downed, MI-28N attack helicopter. Ammunition going off, in the heat. Somewhere in that blazing, unrecognizable wreck? My mortal, human, pilot remains burn. But it doesn’t matter. Not anymore. I saw it coming. The whistling blur, the fire, smoke. Seconds away.…
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Why the stupid Greed?
Why the stupid greed? In the autumn of my little life, I, a simple enough, not-terribly-bright, God-respecting man, marvel at the human race. I really do. For decades now, I’ve regarded Life as a very interesting, albeit too brief, sojourn on a really cool little planet. A taster, kinda thing. Hopefully, I and others…
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