A worse shame is when people with a political axe to grind, who simultaneously lack the balls to back it up with sound argument, hide behind the veil of humor so as to skate without having to stand behind their point.
Which I only know about because it's the standard by which I live and interact with humanity.
Which I had to adopt because everyone with whom I disagreed lacked a sense of humor.
Which was elucidatory insomuch as it was instantly and obviously pointless. Whereof one cannot speak. Whereof one must be silent.
Too paraphrase Wittgenstein.
Whose name one cannot spell without the word "wit."
For which he could not have been held responsible, be it for praise or derision. Whereby he cannot be called the father of wit, but very possibly a distant relation of a very famous Olympic figure skater.
Who skated by, with neither points nor axes, but reputedly, with a healthy portion of balls at any rate. And who exibited, on more than one occasion, the posession of the Sixth Sense to which you alluded, to which a certain M.Night Shaymalan takes a certain exception. Though he may be doing so tongue in cheek, given that his presentation may well have been a metaphor about the death of the sense, to which blogging molly alluded, without specificity, to which kate alluded.
4 comments:
hehehe.
it's a shame some lack it.
Wish I knew the story behind that one!
A worse shame is when people with a political axe to grind, who simultaneously lack the balls to back it up with sound argument, hide behind the veil of humor so as to skate without having to stand behind their point.
Which I only know about because it's the standard by which I live and interact with humanity.
Which I had to adopt because everyone with whom I disagreed lacked a sense of humor.
Which was elucidatory insomuch as it was instantly and obviously pointless. Whereof one cannot speak. Whereof one must be silent.
Too paraphrase Wittgenstein.
Whose name one cannot spell without the word "wit."
For which he could not have been held responsible, be it for praise or derision. Whereby he cannot be called the father of wit, but very possibly a distant relation of a very famous Olympic figure skater.
Who skated by, with neither points nor axes, but reputedly, with a healthy portion of balls at any rate.
And who exibited, on more than one occasion, the posession of the Sixth Sense to which you alluded, to which a certain M.Night Shaymalan takes a certain exception.
Though he may be doing so tongue in cheek, given that his presentation may well have been a metaphor about the death of the sense, to which blogging molly alluded, without specificity, to which kate alluded.
Hence, this entry.
Strike that, you said "Seventh Sense." Never mind.
No argument here.
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