JOE | 2006-07-27
Joe says,
"Happens to be that I am a fanatic also when it comes to freedom of speech. I believe you are too because I expected you to kick me off your blog quite awhile ago. I have to give you top respect for permitting people to "speak" on your blog. The past 3 or 4 pieces have been very informative. "
MY REPLY:
I read every comment over and over AFTER I approve it. But if somebody has
NO SPAM.
NO SPAM.
I don't even bother to read it BEFORE approving it.
When you write
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It means that you are a member of this seminar and you said something. Today a grad student is just an undergrad who has to make a B. I keep talking about what a real seminar WAS. If you WERE inthe seminar it was not up to the Old Prof to decide whether what you said made sense or not.
Joe, you are a smart old bastard and I am a smart old bastard. You have something to say and I have something to say.
I am the Old Prof. That means I LEAD. But I don't TEACH.
In a truly intellectual situation, one LECTURES the undergrads. They are undergraduates.
But if I, as a professor, give someone a DEGREE, they are supposed to fall into a different category. The whole point of giving them a degree is supposed to he that I put them in a different category.
The word Doctor, as you damend well know, comes from Latin doceo, docere which means TEACH.
A doctor teaches the undergrads. But REAL seminars are in a category the modern "Doctor" cannot understand. The modern "Doctor" is a Wordist. He helps you to repeat the Final Truth and you help him repeat the Truth.
There is no difference inthis process between a teacher and a grad and a neophyte. You are all together in trying to learn to repeat the word of the True Faith.
So the concept of someone who is not trying to repeat the True Faith, but who is trying to explore truth, no matter where it leads, is totally alien.
Ayn Rand gave is the Truth, Karl Marx gave us the Truth. William Buckley and the Pope give us the Truth.
Bit what if you are l ooking for what is simply true?
To get back to your point, a good solid Wordist Doctor, a good sound Wordist teacher, would correct your deviation from the Truth. That is his job.
I don't believe in any Truth.
Ole Bob USES you. Bob really couldn't care less about what you consider Truth. To me, the idea that some BOOK needs to be studied endlessly is, to use a word you hate, just plain silly.
If you think that is very tolerant of me, please continue to do so. I don't think I am being tolerant. I just want to stop being silly and make myself a part of a group that is using its frontal lobe. This is not idealistic.
I cannot anything more BORING than using my brain to learn to repeat something some clown who wrote a book said. I want to THINK. As a social animal, I need some others to stop drooling and repeating the Old Testament or Mein Kampf and SAY SOMETHING.
For social animal with a huge frontal lobe, listening to people repeat crap doesn't just make me feel lonely, it makes me DESPERATE.
So in contrast to what is normally called Idealism, my motives may seem a bit selfish. An "Idealist" is someone who is fanatical about a BOOK.
Joe, I USE you. In the seminar you make me THINK. If you are practical, you will get a lot from this nut Whitaker because he's very smart and has things to say you can benefit from. That's YOUR problem.
What really scares me is BOREDOM.
All I ask is that you don't BORE me. How does that fit on the ego scale?
I think I'm bragging, big time. Demanding that you don't BORE me takes more ego on my part than lecturing does. If you say something I don't like, I assume that Ole Bob can handle it. Tell me that doesn't involve a strong ego!
Budarick climbed all over me. But with my iron ego, I figured that I, the Heroic Bob Whitaker, could handle any point he hit me with. If I couldn't, then my Hero, Bob Whitaker, had better start learning HOW.
My seminar group is a bunch of iron wills. If the average professor had them in his class he would panic.
I am not your average professor.
I don't want anybody here who would not cause the average professor to dirty his trousers.
Can you imagine how anybody could make a bigger brag than I just made?
Can you imagine anyone making a bigger brag about you, my collection of nutcase, than I just made?
You fit right in, Joe.
That last sentence should make you ashamed of yourself. That last sentence should make any member of this seminar think twice about being here.
But it won't.
We are either absolutely superior or absolutely out of it.
You know where I put my chips.