I’ve just gotta get some rest this weekend. My wife tells me the little grey cells seem to be running on empty. I think I ought to smoke a cigar or two, and watch some fanciful movies, and get myself in the mood maybe to start writing Book #7 next week. It has a super title, but I’m not ready to reveal it yet–mostly because I haven’t yet discovered what it means.
Meanwhile, let me leave you with this thought.
John Dewey (1857-1952) is widely considered to be the all-time greatest American philosopher ever–the man who, more than anyone else, is responsible for the nature and the results of public education in America. That alone ought to be enough to get him chucked out of a high window. He also helped write The Humanist Manifesto I, penning the immortal words, “The universe is self-existing and not created.” Atheist knucklehead.
Among his other talents, Dewey preached the doctrine of radical uncertainty. According to him, we can never know anything for sure. Now according to me, no one can say “We can never know anything for certain” (but knowledge is always for certain, or else it isn’t knowledge) without necessarily implying, “I can never know anything, either.”
That being the case, old sport, you not knowing anything, why in the devil’s tobacco pouch has anybody ever listened to you??? Why are you, a self-confessed stunata, America’s greatest philosopher?
P.S.–How to Order My Books (in case this is your first time here and you don’t know, and maybe haven’t noticed that I’ve even got books I want you to read): It’s very simple. Just go to the top of the page and click “Books,” and you will be taken to the online store, where you can order one of my books from amazon.com with a few easy clicks of the mouse. It occurs to me that I’ve posted so much other stuff here, someone might easily fail to notice I have books available.