Schopenhauer is my favourite philosopher ever. He is also my favourite German ever. He was a true pessimist who said that life is a “choice between loneliness and vulgarity.”
His mother was one of the first female novelists to write under her own name, using neither a pseudonym or her initials. No one remembers her novels today. When Schopenhauer’s first book was published his mother told him not to expect great things, because a family can only produce one genius.
His father committed suicide when Schopenhauer was 13.
So you can kind of see where the pessimism might be coming from.
"Lilian, do you remember your papa? He has been off fighting Fritz in the war. Don’t fidget, Lilian; Papa is a hero. Don’t pout girl, help me take the tea and crumpets to - oh look now you’ve spilled everything. What? Are you crying? Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. Papa isn’t angry, look he is just trying to smile… GIVE HIM A KISS HE IS STILL YOUR FATHER."
R.I.P. Walter Ernest O’Neil Yeo, 1890 - 1960 Sailor, first successful skin graft May his courage and sacrifice forever remind us not to pick at our scabs.
MackCloud and I have stumbled upon a million dollar idea. We’re going to start a record label and produce bands composed entirely of religous people. We’re going to bring metal and punk to totally untapped markets.
Like this, but more dark and brutal.
So far we have:
Bad Habit - heavy metal nuns who shred guitar.
The Mormon Massacre - we need to find a way to make mormonism metal. It’s what Joseph Smith would’ve wanted.
Shaolin Punk - Shaolin monks who just want to party.
Wahhabi Horse - let’s just say we plan on this band having some amazing pyrotechnics.
Hey Alpha Invictus, I was wondering what your position is creepy librarian spinsters who like to accuse people of gratuitious drug use when it's only true 90% of the time. Should I kill her in her sleep, or just continue to psychologically torture her? I am a lethel killing machine.