I appreciate the ability to extrapolate to consider outcomes and dead ends.
From slaughtering students on Ohio State campus to illegal extreme rendition of suspected gang members to El Salvador prisons.
The murdered and now the disappeared.
Hey US?!
You are Scarface.
Just a thought... You win over the people of Texas, you beat Trump. I don't say this to sound like no other state matters, because they do. I say this because Texas holds one of the biggest armories in the land along with California.
Bertrand Russell wrote this in the 1930s, when Bukowski was a boy. Perhaps Bukowski and the meme writer were in an alcoholic blackout when they ripped this off? Source: Mortals and Others: Bertrand Russell's American Essays, 1931-1935, v.2, p.28. https://russell-j.com/0583TS.HTM
I'm a fan of Hank Chinaski.
My Father was in his seventies when I sent him Bukowski's novel women.
He'd certainly never read fiction like that.
He reported that he enjoyed it and saw some truth how men live.
I never got to a Bukowski reading but I did attend two William Burroughs readings.
Hank Chinaski and I heartily recommend Tuco's exhortation:
"If you work for a living, why do you kill yourself working?"
That has stayed with me since I was a preteen when The Good, The Bad and The Ugly was released.
Seems like good advice, especially now.
Intelligent caring people try to do things in a thoughtful way while less intelligent people don't take the time to think things out and just do stupid shit/ like Elon he breaks stuff. 🙄
Bukowski, Russell, Yeates,.. who said it first? Maybe none of them. " ὃς ἂν μηδὲν εἰδῇ, πάντα δοκεῖ ", Menander, 4th century BC, said basically the same thing. So in this respect things didn't change over 2500 years.
Aww, the indefatigable combination of incompetence and hubris… which btw is exactly how men and women see themselves. Men overestimate their intelligence, skills, looks while women consistently underestimate theirs. Now excuse me while I go overthink this post…
Is Bukowski quoting (or misquoting) Bertrand Russell? "The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt." Russell in turn may be thinking of Yeats' 'The Second Coming'
Certainly Yeats.
"The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity"
was written in 1919.
Doubtful Bukowski would have realized that the crux of the thought had been expressed years earlier, and several degrees of magnitude better, by an actual poet.
I have no doubt and I have ,for a year been typing what I believe is the true path out of this and most issues of humanity.No bullshit,in fact ,Threads killed me off because I became bolder in my proclamations,so they had to have thought/deemed me a lunatic. My theory is going to panic the 30%'ers.
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Intelligence is naturally hesitant, it has an appreciation of possible downsides.
From slaughtering students on Ohio State campus to illegal extreme rendition of suspected gang members to El Salvador prisons.
The murdered and now the disappeared.
Hey US?!
You are Scarface.
Soulless. Uninformed work…
Ooops ...
🙃
#WEARETHEFLOOD
It is time to escalate peacefully it numbers that cannot be ignored.
today, we are all super confident bolstered with infinite data from our ouija boards.
My Father was in his seventies when I sent him Bukowski's novel women.
He'd certainly never read fiction like that.
He reported that he enjoyed it and saw some truth how men live.
I never got to a Bukowski reading but I did attend two William Burroughs readings.
"If you work for a living, why do you kill yourself working?"
That has stayed with me since I was a preteen when The Good, The Bad and The Ugly was released.
Seems like good advice, especially now.
Are full of passionate intensity.”
“The Second Coming”, William Butler Yeats.
See also:
“And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?”
Written in 1919
There are also evil intelligent people
"The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity"
was written in 1919.
Doubtful Bukowski would have realized that the crux of the thought had been expressed years earlier, and several degrees of magnitude better, by an actual poet.