Utter Tripe

I am such a lazy-legs sauce-face. "A little bit every day." And did I write a little bit every day? No! I was a wamby-pamby muttonchops.

Well, so, yeah, anyway. Ice cream is nice in small doses.

I haven't had a good argument in such a long time. I'm not talking about being bombarded by adolescent omniscience, and I'm not talking about self-worshiping platitudes.

The definition of platitude is positively delicious: "a flat, dull, or trite remark, especially one uttered as if it were fresh or profound" (emphasis mine). That describes most of the "debates" I've encountered of late. The core of many of these fresh philosophies is that we, the modern world, especially America, in all our wisdom, have finally, suddenly, become enlightened:

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We have risen up like Galileo. We have dared to defy the god-mongers and anachronistic, old prudes to establish right thinking and true reasoning. New things are happening. New knowledge is sprouting forth. New discoveries are being made daily. Technology is being furthered at an inspiring rate. Man is taking control of the world, of outer space, of the very fabric of his own nature. We are taking hold of nature itself and forming our bodies in our own image. We are disposing of the lifeless dregs and pressing on to vibrant and more consuming activity. Gratification is nigh immediate. Information is at our fingertips. We are tolerant. We are politically correct. We are democratic. We are empowered. We are pressing against the barriers that restrict us and redefining ourselves. We are humans. We are Americans.

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