Inverse Relations and The Dumb American
I realized that I am a dumb American after an affluent Canadian-American marketing man who admires the British to no end repeatedly called all Americans “dumb".
Unsalvageable Notes Taken Under The Influence
Existentialists have lost moral mooring, and personalists have lost face. Each demon Isolated in amoral individualism considers itself an angel, and neither angel nor demon knows the difference between them. Intellectuals sold the dumbed-down crowd out long ago. Clowns rule, fools preside.
As for me, I know not what I really am as an existent or a person except that I am a "dumb American." I thought I was wise because others were obviously dumber than me. And then I realized that I am a dumb American after an affluent Canadian-American marketing man who admires the British to no end repeatedly called all Americans “dumb.” Well, notwithstanding my Irish ancestors, I am dumber than dumb when it comes to what really counts for him and his clients with their massive market of "dumb American" customers.
Inversion Principle: To succeed, study How to Fail
Individuals may claim to have made a fortune from scratch because they learned from their algebra course on inverse relations to anticipate mistakes instead of making them. The process itself may have dumbed them down, however, as they resort to isolating themselves in private resorts because everybody wants the things they resorted to for personal identity.
Diogenes would spit in their faces rather than on their nice things. He was satisfied with the bare minimum, but things in themselves, no matter how valued, do not count in the final analysis. Nothing and only Nothing is perfect. Everything else, the things in the space we may call nothingness, is irrelevant if we are doomed to nothingness, and it appears that we all are so doomed, so it seems that materialists should get while the getting is good, and it really matters not by what means since everything is justified in the end.
For instance, as far as some people are concerned, the holocaustul or sacrificial offering by fire to the Terrorist Almighty in Gaza is neither good nor bad in itself; it is just another version of justice because ends are always justified. "What matters it if engines of death bear swastikas or stars when a swastika is a star? To the winner belongs the spoils."
But in truth, the Gaza Holocaust demonstrates how to fail until Doomsday.
Things seem good and bad in the interim called life, and that is presumably a matter of a subject’s personal taste, with which we may disagree while recognizing the sacrosanct individual’s right to an opinion about it right or wrong. In any case, we should not reject negative opinions because we have a positive opinion on the same subject. There is no positive without a negative, no advance without mistakes.
I have learned plenty from mistakes, yet I confess that I did little to turn what I learned to my advantage. I had a beer instead. A case of beer may prove how ignorant I really am. I did not know BLUE / POINT is the world’s worst worst brew, even at half price. The several flavors you may have bought for alcoholic contentment taste awful, more bitter than life needs to be, and here is the kicker: the first swallow burns like hell. Go ahead, dearest customer, drink a six pack and turn blue. As for me: never again! Never mind the excuse, that your dozen cans just happen to be from a bad batch, so I should try again.
Of course, there is another side of the story as per the AI Machine "who" found opinions evenly divided because taste is "subjective." Fine. I subjectively dumped what I had left in the sink because I would not even donate it to the alcoholics hanging in the alley, who know their beers, maybe this one is the best in the world. I believe it will go down the drain.
No, I am not cheap now that my portfolio is up $470 and O’Hara’s Irish Stout is two-thirds off at the Dollar Store, adding up to $4 for four half pints instead of $12. Apparently it was dumped there because the Irish do not know how much better it is than Guinness!
At least not yet: O’Hara’s came out in 1996 as a new craft brand; Guinness hails back to 1759 and has acquired a huge following. The difference is a matter of tradition, capital, marketing and so on. Alas that the AI Machine does not advise which one tastes better; machines do not have palates; if the AI Machine had senses and was in its right mind, it might not say that taste is subjective in the sense of being arbitrary.
I cried in my beer when I woke up and realized what the News is really about, that it is nothing new, and probably never will be according to Solomon. Now I know why my father, who had one hell of a life, was smiling when he was dying and refused to be saved.
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