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Winter 2025
Are we not fortunate indeed to not only have witnessed the rise of a whole menagerie of false idols in our own technological marvel of an age, but also to see them crumble under the proverbial wittedness of an army of plucky neo-renaissance bloggers?
Have we not become the Philosopher reborn, bearing the burden of clairvoyance in a world adamant on abandoning all but the Autobahn of digital life? Holding dear the words of our spiritual forefather, I must fall to the temptation of merely quoting the perpetual wisdom found in the preface of Twilight of the Idols.
At other times another means of recovery which is even more to my taste, is to cross-examine idols. There are more idols than realities in the world: this constitutes my 'evil eye' for this world: it is also my 'evil ear'. To put question in this quarter with a hammer, and to hear perchance that well-known hollow sound which tells of blown-out frogs - what a joy this is for one who has ears even behind his ears, for an old psychologist and Pied Piper like myself in whose presence precisely that which would fain be silent must betray itself.
The Use of 180/280/whatever Letter Services
Believing in their value is a fallacy of great magnitude. The delusion fueled by believing that one is there "when it happens" (you are not) or that sound and honest reasoning is possible in an environment so flawed. It all got even more dumb when you split into different paths to escape anyone not likeminded. Avoid.
The Book of False Faces Now Known As Meta
Your flagship even started out relatively useful. But now - please go away and die in the grave you dug for yourself.
The Dancing Chinese Byte
In a twisted way I am actually impressed. You deliberately unleashed a dumbness virus on your rivals, and my (dead) God - did you succeed!
The Righteous and Gallant Knight of Virtue
Your constant battle of windmills are cheered upon only by those who are even more useless than yourself. Nuances are your worst enemy.
The Public Relator (Linked to the Inn)
Tuning your pipe after a dissonant racket heard in the padded room of an asylum of likeminded, you keep trying to form mass-relations built on platitudes and emotional corruption. Void of your own stupidity you keep counting and quantifying the very definition of nothingness.
The Independent Blog Complainer
Set in the most embarrasing ivory tower of false intellectuality you heave upon the world such quasi-philosophical nonsense and amazingly blind rants. Of all false idol-worshipers we are in all probability the worst, and also the greatest hypocrites of them all.