Philosophy and Drinking

The Philosopher’s Drinking Song

Immanuel Kant was a real pissant

who was very rarely stable.

Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar

who could think you under the table.

David Hume could out consume

Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel,

And Wittgenstein was a beery swine

who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.

There’s nothing Nietzsche couldn’t teach ya

’bout the raisin’ of the wrist.

Socrates himself was permanently pissed.

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,

after half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.

Plato, they say, could stick it away,

‘alf a crate of whiskey every day!

Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,

and Hobbes was fond of his Dram.

And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart:

“I drink, therefore I am.”

Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed;

A lovely little thinker, but a bugger when he’s pissed.

— Monty Python

Barack Obama, and the fall of Western Civilization

When nothing is worth fighting for… and all it’s sibling movements out there are the surest sign of the apocalypse.

Not her child she says.  Not Alex.  Not a child of the Liberals who refuse to defend themselves against anyone.  The Soviets.  Terrorists.  It matters not.  I’m certain that the woman in this video will be more than willing to see other sons and daughters go off to war.  Just not her child.  That’s the problem with the Left and the Pacifists and all of those like them.  They must flee or they die.  The only societies in which it is possible to hold those ideals sacred are societies that have men and women standing at the ready to defend them.  A pacifist won’t defend himself or herself.  Thus it will always fall to others to defend these folks.  Pacifism and anti-War ideals are noble indeed.  It takes an army of fighting men and women to defend those ideals though.

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things; the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. A man who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing he cares about more than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature who has no chance of being free, unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.

John Stuart Mill

We make war that we may live in peace.