A friend of mine sent this to me recently. I didn’t know what to make of it 'till I visited the “Dear Dr. Laura” page, after which I thought it was a gas (I had never heard of her before). I can’t vouch for the technical accuracy, nor do I know the original source, and of course the standard apology applies.
Anyhoo, do you think this question would be answered?
In conclusion, since this post is not yet entirely to long, here’s some slightly more contemporary philosophy from those paragons of deep (or at least low) thought, Monty Python:
the philosopher’s song:
Immanuel Kant was a real piss-ant who was very rarely stable.
Heideggar, Heideggar was a boozy beggar who could
think you under the table.
David Hume could out-consume Schoppenhauer and Hegel.
And Whittgenstein was a beery swine who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.
There’s nothing Nieizsche couldn’t teach 'ya 'bout the raising of the wrist.
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.
John Stewart Mill, of his own free will, after half a pint of shanty was
particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away, 'alf a crate of whiskey every day!
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
And Hobbes was fond of his Dram.
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart:
“I drink, therefore I am.”
Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed;
A lovely little thinker, but a bugger when he’s pissed.