Monday, 14 January 2013


The below is content from: http://justanotherblogonsavingtheworld.blogspot.ca/
Original content is in black, annotations and insights by myself are in red

Marksx - The Opium of the Non-Intellectual? this Douchebag Writer!
Fixed it for you... Noob. 

(originally published Sept. 20, 2011)
Today I had to write a map quiz for Latin American History.  My heart sank a little when one of my younger class mates complained, with vehemence, that "I'll be so pissed off if I don't get perfect."  Let's leave aside, for a moment, the implication that this person's life revolves, to some degree,  around a number on a piece of paper - and ask the real question - why is this person in that room?  Why does one go to class?
You know why I didn't go to class? To avoid pretentious bloggers like you.
Most of your professors would probably argue that you go to class to "get educated." In all likelihood, your subsequent question: what does it mean to be educated, would receive a mix of responses - in some form or another - "To develop a love of learning."
"You go to class to gain knowledge to help the world? Are you a med student or a researcher working on cancer?" "Nah, I just studied shit like Latin American History, but read my blog it'll totally save the world!"

If we're there, as they say, to develop a love a learning, then what do a couple figures on a sheet of paper really mean?
These figures? They're called letters, and here they mean 'fuck you buddy'

One of my favorite professors often associates intellectualism with this love of learning, and with good reason, as attributing "intellectualism" or being "smart" to knowing a set of facts, or some set of experiences, is futile at the best of times.  Socrates was most famous for recognizing this futility of using objective knowledge as a basis for measuring the wisdom of a philosopher.  He claimed to be the wisest amongst his peers because he knew he knew nothing, and more specifically, because he was not afraid to say so.
Then why do you keep posting smug plans about your final solutions to save humanity. Wouldn't the truest mark of knowledge mean that you weren't always posting about how brilliant you are? My objective knowledge leads me to believe it is because you are a piece of shit.

What I ask, is that you ask yourself - what would Socrates have thought of marks?
Spoilers below, he won't give you time to think for yourself. He's too busy trying failing to brainwash you into joining his non-existent following.
I've reflected on the latter question much over the past summer.  My summary conclusion is that marks do mean something.  They mean something to non-intellectuals - to those who have not yet developed a love of learning.    However, they don't just matter to the non-intellectual student; they also mean something to their non-intellectual would-be employer.  Set aside the motivational effects of marking, and what you're left with is a system where marks are sought out and used by non-intellectuals in order to impress other non-intellectuals.
In Adam's perfect world, there are no marks. People are given jobs they love. Bridges fall down, bankers forget to carry the one, and society is more or less fucked. Nothing works, but at least we are intellectuals... If he ever takes over I am so hoarding clean drinking water and Spam.

What's really trivial?  Learning a map, or getting emotionally escalated over a couple figures?
The sad thing about this blog is, I agree. Except for everything he said to back up his arguments. What fucking idiot takes a point that you standby and then argues it so poorly you tear all their supporting data to shreds? For the record, I get that the last statement is supposed to tie back to the test at the start of the story, but it just sounds like he's learning a map to survive in a hunter gather kind of way. I, as a 'non-intellectual' would like to point out he would die in a week, I would then take what is left of his provisions and laugh at the memory of such a failure of a person.

Cheers.

PS. Big shout out to my reader. Thomas, I never thought anyone would read these. Thanks bud.

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