Thank you for visiting my humble abode senators, praetors, citizens, and slaves (or quasi-slaves who have no
de facto say in the state of our Assembly).
Those curious. Those who love me. Those who are angry over bytes, seething and seeking to revenge by exposing a flaw or two in my perfect logic. Thank you.
The state of Attica is alarming, full of politicians, thus creating an impetus for the Silly Socrates, that is for my soul to furiously type in my keyboards. It is my attempt to help pose the right questions, ask for the sufficient axioms, assumptions, and supports of claims on the net, and at the same time, be
Silly.
Before I commence to argue against the
sophists, I would like to set few records
straight since all seems to be
crooked, especially with the gay marriage debate floating around these days:
1.) Kids need to know that hemlock does not sit well on your stomach. After drinking that stuff, I went to afterlife and had to go to the bathroom almost incessantly, habitually cursing out on Plato for not changing my stubborn mind about death and young boys. Let's just say my stool was κόκκινος, which means "reddish" in Greek, for about a year.
2.) After begging for millions of years at Mt. Olympus, hitting on Hera and all of his chicks, Zeus granted me the right to live again, only on the internet world, partly from jealousy I suppose. As such, my spirit wanders from continents to continents. My last five comments seem to come from Germany, Nigeria, China, Florida, and Spain. (For your information, souls transport pretty fast, quicker than Nietschze can make the Nazi's go nuts and Colin Powell, Karl Rove can say I quit to Bush.)
3.) Now, I enjoy posing questions and seek to purely discuss the issues, so don't get pissy for asking the wrong questions that stick solely to the issues. And if I sound too smart, don't be hatin' on me. As I've said before, when I was alive and flesh, "Envy is the ulcer of the soul."
To all the philosophers out there,
Rene Descartes does my laundry (although I don't wear clothes these days and vice versa), so go shove it.
4.) Okay, I'll have to refute myself, in a way retract my previous statement. I don't know everything. My disclaimer is my (in)famous quote: "I know nothing except the fact of my ignorance."
5.) This is pretty important. I pledge that I will not cuss in English. If I have to cuss, I'll cuss in Greek.
6.) I will not make any personal attacks, or
ad hominem, which means that I will not bring up anything that is not posted on the net. However, if the personal information of the author is revealed on the net by the same author, I will discuss it based on
ethics. For example, if someone says that I am a Nazi and I hate all Jews, I will reserve my right to discuss that. However, if my soul is aware of his/her anti-semitism but the anti-semitic him or herself does not reveal that in the blog entry, it will not be questioned, as it is based on an assumption. This is in alignment with New Criticism, making criticisms based solely on text presented by the author, or the "voice." But as such cases will be rare, we will not have to lose sleep over that matter.
I'll see your souls around. Happy blogging. And hopefully, we'll have a great time in our journey towards the "truth."
PS: You can either leave a message for me here or write to me at sillysocrates at gmail. I'm sure that all will be sorted out by my very organized assistant Aristotle, who loves to classify things over and over again. If not, I'll ask him to persuade Michel Foucault, who probably wants to talk to Aristotle very, very much.
Yours Falsely and Silly,
Socrates