Friday, May 06, 2005
(12:52 AM) | bitchphd:
What happens when philosophy grad students are let out of their study carrels
Ladies and Gentlemen (well, mostly gentlemen, let's be honest), I present to you, a cautionary tale: Republic Dogs.Aristotle: What the fuck was that all about?
Socrates: So, motherfucker, prepare to test the hypothesis! See, I've got it figured out, I'm the just man, and you're the unjust man, my gun is the thorny bushes, and Mr. dead pansy here is the judge. Now DIE MOTHERFUC --
Aristotle: But what if I'm the just man and you're the unjust man and this dead dipshit is the thorny bushes?
Socrates: Oh, uh ...
Aristotle: Or what if Alcibiades is the just man, and we're both unjust men. And the thorny bushes are the judge?
Socrates: Shit, well I guess that all depends on your definition of justice.
Aristotle: Exactly my point. That was what I was working up to with my description of the perfect city, before I was so rudely interrupted.
I am afraid, however, that whoever wrote this cannot spell "pomegranate."
