http://www.rllmukforum.com/index.php?s= ... &p=5865216
And the owner of the board repaid me with this:
JPickford wrote:Best comedy poster in ages.
And a typical user comment:
Jam_sponge wrote:If I didn't know any better I'd think everyone into philosophy was a massive prick right about now.
I can't comprehend how little you actually SAY Icycalm... I've actually just taken the time to read through today's meaty posts, and it really is all a pile of fucking wank. I read it, I understand it perfectly, but of what use is it? How can you justify the importance of anything you write, other than to justify your own strange existence?
Most of what you write is true, but most of what you write is also devoid of any interesting thought processes or analysis - being nothing more than random theories glued to anything you think fits. There's no depth or skill in your analysis - you're like a student who hasn't yet grasped his subject; you know, and yet you don't understand. Or at least you don't understand enough to bring new thought into play, to manipulate and combine ideas to form something entirely fresh and exciting.
It's just rehashed - dull dull dull - and you clearly fail to realise that a fair amount of people here including myself are reasonably well versed in academic bullshit... We're not stupid, we're just a tough audience that you don't have the skill to impress. Your 'essays' however has 'Jumped up wanker who's just done an A-level in philosophy' written all over them.
It is a very old and sad (or comic, depending on your viewpoint) story.
Nietzsche wrote:Learning to pay homage.-- Men have to learn to pay homage no less than to feel contempt. Anyone who breaks new paths and who has led many others onto new paths, discovers with some amazement how clumsy and poor these people are in their capacity for expressing gratitude -- and how rarely gratitude achieves expression at all. It almost seems that whenever gratitude wants to speak, she begins to gag, clears her throat, and falls silent before she has got out a word. The way in which a thinker gets some notion of the effects of his ideas and of their transforming, revolutionary power, is almost a comedy; at times it seems as if those who have felt this effect actually feel insulted and as if they could express what they consider their threatened self-reliance only by -- bad manners. Whole generations are required merely to invent a polite convention for thanks; and it is only very late that we reach the moment when gratitude acquires a kind of spirit and genius. By then, there is usually also someone who becomes the recipient of great gratitude, not only for the good he himself has done but above all for the treasure of what is best and highest that has gradually been accumulated by his predecessors.