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Uncle wild Theories: The political philosophy of the straw

Wild In Theories, characters masturbate more than anything else; when caught masturbating, masturbate when looking to fuck, masturbate when they meet someone they described taking, as they could be drugged or not connect to the live sex. Sex is, in The Wild Theories , which our imagination or porn want to return.

is no coincidence that LTS has arisen and been exploited commercially in Philosophy and Literature of the UBA. What is done in endless contemplation Puán but glass that separates it from reality? Olalairax often exploits an interesting comparison between academic theorists and the nerds in the classic movies. These are rejected by all the world and what matters most to the nerds is fornication. Then, after you use multiple technological resources to defend or defeat the top athletes, eventually expire and are left with the cheerleader. Is it the same with the academic world describes LTS?

The answer is no. And the full answer is that the comparison is wrong. If one sees, for example, the classic Revenge of the Nerds I, the subject of the film is that of minorities (in the group of Nerds are: the gay, black gay, Asian, Jewish, a gang member, etc., those who saved in the end, members of a black fraternity) systematically battered by a powerful majority, white, wealthy and Saxon. If there is something they want the Nerds is fit, is not being treated like shit, you be the same. In LTS, academicians minorities (friends of the protagonist) they want to be shown to be superior to the other academic side, the populist, the seventies, the romantic and, of course, the rest of the world. They want minorities LTS is to become elite. Therefore, every event is interpreted in the light of a theory, every event is theorized and not by the importance of theory, but on the status of the person who articulates.

In The Confederacy of Dunces, Ignatius is a bug academic performance but has a ridiculous, exaggerated and taken to absurd Toole. LTS is actually taken seriously Ignatius Reilly (perhaps in the form of Pabst) and believes what he says. The effect of this is not funny but theoretical. It is theoretical because the theories purporting to show the wild is the eternal struggle of being timid to fight against a vociferous and populist society. If something is serious Oloixarac is the Hobbesian state of nature but not as reality but as a thought experiment explaining the world.

This award takes the author has to do with excessive masturbation Puan, believing that what he shows us the glass is the reality, to believe that the state of nature continues to exist and play a role almost descriptive. The reasons for this grant are in how to understand the political philosophy at Puán and that seems to offer some material for the setting of one of the characters in the book, García Roxlo. Political Philosophy When stopped in 1831, when Hegel died when 178 years ago that the only thing you can do in political philosophy is to design new ways to teach students about modern contractualism, contact with reality is necessarily truncated.

and truncate is not understanding the real world, and especially the political world has not stopped with the death of Hegel and to take "seriously" to design modern contractarian theories from State Nature is looking more and more to do metaphysics, in order to search for root causes or distinguish the qualities of qualities. Once one defends his metaphysical position, what you should do is say who are the individuals who are more likely to have access to this metaphysics, that is, who are the Illuminati. Because the Illuminati are, by definition, the characters of LTS, the circle is closed, or rather, stuck like the leaves of Playboy.

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Quod ed demostrandum

Sit, as they are about to read the greatest story that a man has told a story of disappointment, nostalgia, discovery, fear, and porn.

all started when I decided to relive the memories Copies of the people I've met, those who raised me virtually from scratch to be what I am today: The ninja turtles .

If you grew up in the eighties, should remind Ninja Turtles (Teen Tortugas Ninja Mutantes be its name), who were dedicated to fight other mutants be turtles, travel to other planets / periods / universes, to be teenagers, eat pizza be mutants, fight crime, and be ninjas, all at the same time. No wonder they were so remarkable that people quickly discovered (Even ninjas ) and turned into a phenomenon marketing muscle.

When searching in vain in the animated series youtube, it did not take long to reach this site . was there where the light fell on me like a chandelier installed incorrectly.

In this place, I was informed that I am the winner, never won me know what exactly, but it does not matter, the important thing was I had to do to be awarded the prize ethereal.



So, I just had to be the 13,210,177,865 th person to enter that page, which, modesty aside, I got the first try (and do not try).

My luck just was less to my amazement, as this number is quite interesting for me. Let us analyze a fateful moment number: 13,210,177,865



Thirteen billion in 1210 seventy-seven percent 1800 sixty-five .

Already saw it?

right?

This issue contains all the numbers 0 through 9, except the ninth. And the four.

has three commas, zero decimal digits. This indicates that is an integer, and unusually large.

is also almost double the Earth's population.

was here when I started to doubt my luck, how is it possible that the visitor number 13,210,177,865?

I see three possibilities :

1 - Every human being on earth has visited that page 1.89747509 times.
2 - Somehow I traveled to a distant future where Ninja Turtles are incredibly popular and world population has grown exponentially, if this is true, my calculations tell me that I must be somewhere in the twenty-four century.
3 - The prize is a cruel lie.

I rejected the first possibility, almost immediately. Despite efforts in the field of telecommunications, only a small fraction of humans have computers, and an even smaller fraction, with access to the Internet.

On the second possibility, but I'm not entirely sure that's true. A quick examination of my surroundings tells me that everything looks as it was in the early 21, to the smallest detail, including depressed adolescents become depressed because they use haircuts that impede their vision in 50 % and the total lack of flying cars. Obviously

The third possibility is laughable.

I only had one option, accept the fact that my theories were wrong and always there was a fourth possibility:

I'm in the 21 st century, Ninja Turtles are not (so) popular and the world's population still located around the 6,961,976,977.

Therefore, the remaining 6,248,200,887 visitors must be beings from another planet connected to the Internet, quod demostrandum ed.

The solution was so simple and so obvious that its simplicity and obviousness surprised me like a chandelier falling on my back.

The aliens who may be reading this blog: No reason to hide its existence, my discovery that the truth will be revealed, unless of course, who prefer to hide your computing habits Bajan "movies and music illegally? Do you like our porn? Do we study to discover our weaknesses and attack at a single stroke?

... is the porn, right?

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A lady who was with her husband / lover / whatever and with his niece / daughter and that was with me:

I did not mean to be drawing to a niece or daughter, she was facing to me and as we were in the front row, pushing us all. That happens at concerts, is normal, if taken out more often, I would know. Not doing it on purpose. There was no need to give me elbowed in the stomach and keep me from seeing it like a pervert.

addition, she never complained.

Think about it;)

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The wooden seats from subway A can only be savored by those who are quick to get on the line terminals or by those who have special abilities, for example, that of being pregnant, not able to add 84 + 19 or not to applaud. All barreled toward the only empty seat but, distracted by the indifference of traveling in a car stopped not too crowded, they slept on the walls of the subway, were held to the rails or just let dangle.

Next to the only empty seat, she was. She apparently spoke with the passengers sitting corridor through, formulated a speech by shouting eternal moebiusiano speech. "They're bastards because I went to talk to the President and Ambassador to the doorman and told them I could not have killed four children and above the government house burned children drew the missing children maimed children and burned children all dead, let them run in the Plaza de Mayo because they killed all my children and now living on my house and make noise and take wind burn and I told him that they are all sons of bitches that I'm poor but I do not go to are bastards because I went to talk to the president with the ambassador to the goalkeeper (ad infinitum). "

She, shaggy, gray, with a huge bag where they will all their belongings, all photos their dead children, at times silent. Calla but internally maintains the timing of his speech. It takes a little air, he sighs as he must return to work and takes up the discourse where it should go and not where you left off.

In any season, sits beside him She runs her huge bag and leave it sit. He is 40 years. Since sat sight. Do not look surprised. She now speaks in a lower voice, telling all about the ear. He keeps looking more and more fixed. Sometimes nods. But most of all the sights. Think of it as they do not catch.

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Future

had no idea how long unconscious, I could not remember anything. When I opened my eyes I was lying on the grass and surrounded by lots of trees.

Sunlight illuminated the small space where I was, giving glimpses of my skin.

But it was not normal flash, it seemed that my skin is made of many diamonds. Suddenly I was more aware of myself, I could see every detail of my surroundings, however small or remote to be. I felt very strong, almost indestructible, but also very vulnerable, confused, scared.

could not remember anything and was not sure what was what had happened, and could barely remember who he was.

had a vague memory of a dark room I tried to concentrate to remember but could not.

suddenly appeared in my mind the image of a nearly dark room with a very dim light, the door opened and you could see that it was raining outside, then came a man, was a handsome man despite the many brands that you could see in his face and neck. His face was very pale and red eyes due to the darkness of the place seemed that nobody noticed. But his face showed a deep sadness, helplessness.

I felt the urge to run to his side and help. I did not know what he did feel that way but I knew I had to go to meet him, tell him that everything would be fine.

But I was not really sure where I had to go to find it.

suddenly felt a strange pain in my throat, it was actually a kind of burning, heard footsteps and voices a bit far from where I was and a smell that prompted me to approach them. ..

Then a new image in my mind: a small Meadow dimly lit by the rays of the sun, and I was there, accompanied by two others, a young lanky with auburn hair and the young man had seen before. The two stood motionless, almost looked like statues, but at that moment there came about a small group of servants and everyone started running after them. Then came back in the garden of a large house, but now accompanied us 2 women and two men more, they all seemed very happy to see us.

And so I knew what I expected and I had to do: have to learn to counteract that ardor as he had seen, would have to resist the temptation to go after other people, and knew I could do. But it also had to figure out where to find the young man had to find so that together we could start a new life in which both seemed to fit well.

now only needed to find it, I had to concentrate, had to be sure of exactly where to find it.

Then I saw the picture in my head, but this time was determined to get something, I focused the up to hear the conversation of two men who were near me ...

"No, I'm sure there will be no more problem ...

- So you're ready to close the deal?

"Absolutely, it is my desire to work for you here in Philadelphia

Philadelphia, this was the place, now only had to find a way to get there .

hoped it was not too late when you succeed.

Well is a small chapter but I want to save the best for last xD I hope that if you can enlarge a little more hehe ...

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I dreamed I was discussing something very important to someone. When we reach an agreement, the other person said, "Indeed."

So I said: "In death!".

... and for some reason it was hilarious.

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I was at ease with my new life. I had focused on replicating the story of Nathan Zuckerman moving to a country house in Connecticut which ruled only their discipline and disappeared women, politics, the need to review and uphold the opinion and there was only developed self obsession . So he lived.

When you emerge, I looked in the mirror and said Zuckerman in the world you would not mind and went on living content. Responded stupid, style is turning out a new nose, I'm developing a facial penis to make more complete my act of oral sex and things like that smiles and silence started questions.

But in two tragic days, the pond disappeared Zuckerman anything, the table where Philip Roth writes stopped and started to import. Someone told me, dude what you got there? That sucks. told me someone smart , perhaps the most intelligent friend I have. I shit. A day later, my boss told me the story of a guy who came one like you in the same place that you saw the light and died of polio in two days. I shit. Naturally, my boss fucked me.

From there, everyone started coming to my house outside, sat on my porch, brought the children to meen the pond, my ex again send messages, call me, and as is now in the YPF guidebook came the strangers with cameras, with their notebooks to write poetry uncontrolled instincts. Thus, receiving the bags in the cloakroom the sink, watching me every day and tell me what you've got worse today, you're fucked skinny and do you have bad luck, the baker looked at me and tells me how disgusting what you came in the face, everyone wants to squeeze.

Invaded, cornered, unable to hide despite turning off all the lights of my life, my existence is ridiculous. I teach facing the blackboard, and when I ask a question, I notice how all of glaze and are looking at, how no one understands my answers and are left with more questions, questions about how you went. The only time where I return to collect the ashes of my former existence is when I have wearing the dark glasses. In the subway, on the bus, in the elevator, medical consultation, at the supermarket. I look at all, I still find beautiful but I can not improve yourself, I can not think of having to stand as the idiot brother who accompanies me everywhere.

Today I went to the dermatologist. He is young, beautiful and called Dr. No. It's great to be called that, makes me want to be a superhero and she try to kill me or invite me to dance a-gogo. You looked at me and said you have it worse. More red. Larger. More swollen. No antibiotic can against you. You're invincible even for my archenemy sexy, Dr. No. He asks me how long I took a blood test. A year ago. First I think this: I have cancer, I have AIDS, I die, I'm dying. It's logical. My life has always been a baseball player whores.

Then tell why I asked. Why are you going to have to do surgery and you will be asked examinations. I'm going to die. As I take the subway so I have decided. I'll kill you. Pronto. One hit is too formidable in terms bard but scenic. Pills. The everyday bore me open my mouth. I end up going to the surgeon that day.

The plastic surgeon is all that surrounds the clinic is either typical of a hospital of illegal abortions for the upper class or to get silicone. I'm going to get boobs. I'm going to put three boobs. And then I forcible unlocking the skull. Activity. Surgeons do not look at me. Are attracted by you. Within seconds, I pull on a stretcher, I took the last moments of life around me (a halogen lamp, a white roof, fear), I get a gillete and hear the noise of internal fat jump to infinity and there, like a porn ejaculation. Even the surgeon, before I leave the world says, were full, eh.

I get out of bed and I turn to on Friday.

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