While Descartes' argument is to assume God from its perfection: a priori: defined. A shame that he could never read Hume: Nothing can be defined into existence: denied! Then came the Prussian philosopher Kant. Who said no contradiction made When one denies the ontological slant: Predicate and subject alike, denied and betrayed. Well, lets take Anselm's argument: "None greater can be conceived." What exactly … Continue reading #125 – Ontological
A very interesting book, but very clearly slightly outdated by being written in the 1930s, however it is still mostly relevant and interesting. An example of the interesting parts is when Mosley explains where the term, Icons and salutes of Fascism come from. Fasces being a bundle of sticks collected together to create an unbreakable … Continue reading Fascism: One hundred questions asked and answered, book review
I see you silhouetted by your shame For living and loving with your pride. A heart: a passion; attempting to tame, But the greatest pleasure derived From those you defied. It's said that humans can only find love this way: By inventing and placing its own sin. Although the brooding lips that mock the day … Continue reading #124 – The human flaw
The 'Conservative party' selling the victim narrative hard and fast. The public show anger to MPs for being completely incompetent and not representing their people, and then the MP can silence the people. Dianne Abbott has been selling this idea for years, when people call her an incompetent twat, they are expressing that she isn't … Continue reading The Conservative party of the UK are pushing the victim narrative.
Be Christ, be the sacrifice which saves those around you, be the example and emulate Christ's message - no excuses. He didn't merely die so you can carry on being the dick you are, he died as an example for what every man is called to be - the arbiter of moral standards which will … Continue reading Christian ethics lesson of the day.
The faces of time Pass by like the ticks of a watch. Twelve hands, twelve numbers to align With the fingers that touch The shimmering marks of this clock. They chime as they eternally tock. Decrepit: the fingers set to rot Against the matter it will defile. It flies, swift like the eagle in flight. And although its sands may … Continue reading #123 – Time’s hours
You're fair and pale, a lady of Monroe: With your blonde, angelic hair. Are you the feminine friend or foe? Or just a child posed upon a chair? Your smile, like fireworks blown. Blown is the hopeless romantic's heart When they see your rouged, red lips: Alone. Alone, like you have been from the start. … Continue reading #122 – The feeble fame