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can someone tap the sokalophone?

the needle's apparently stuck again.

Hey, I didn't invent reality. The needle is stuck in the real world where Theocratic regimes, both failed and successful, have been pretty nasty lately.
 

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please, uncle sokal, tell us more about cultural negation.

When I was a boy, Science was the promise of the Future. Indeed in those far-off days we often thought in Capital Letters.

Now we can learn every day and in every part of the media...and right here thanks to your industious work of cultural negation, that there is really nothing good about it. It resembles those elaborate forms of thought that we know (and we know this because we are told this millions of times) only that part of humanity that deserves our scorn would ever seriously indulge in. It's worse than just bad and deviant, it is fluff, nonsense, pure gas. Nothing at all.

And look at this Haha, Haskins, I used the term "cultural negation" to describe your diligent task of holding everything outside of some narrow region of which you approve (and I have no idea what that might be)
up to endless rather nasty mockery. To what end? What cultural machinery requires that you do this over and over and over?

It's the machinery of cultural negation, the steady, endless, pointless eradication of the assumptions of cultural value in any human action that falls outside of whatever it is that you think people ought to be doing.
 

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a scathing indictment, sir, beautifully-wrought and, yet, ultimately useless—save for any nodding along by other readers that you will never even see in order to appreciate their moral support.

you mention my realm of approval as a narrow sphere and yet you admit you have no idea what it is, which seems to me insufficient grounds by which to measure it.

alas, you don't know me... only a caricature of me you have created in your own mind.

forunately, i am immune to ridicule and so invite it. but there have to be far more noble pursuits for you to engage.

it's (literally) beneath you to stoop in order to conquer.
 

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a scathing indictment, sir, beautifully-wrought and, yet, ultimately useless—save for any nodding along by other readers that you will never even see in order to appreciate their moral support.

you mention my realm of approval as a narrow sphere and yet you admit you have no idea what it is, which seems to me insufficient grounds by which to measure it.

alas, you don't know me... only a caricature of me you have created in your own mind.

forunately, i am immune to ridicule and so invite it. but there have to be far more noble pursuits for you to engage.

it's (literally) beneath you to stoop in order to conquer.

You asked me to enlarge on a topic and I did. It seems only fair that you should come out of your ridicule-proof shell and make some note in passing as to what it is you think people ought to be doing since they seem to fail you so badly every day. Surely your bile has some region from whence it is distilled. What is it? What is eating you?
 

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o my o my
what a wretched life
i was born on the day
that my poor mother died
i was cut from her belly
with a stanley knife
my daddy did a jig
with the drunk midwife

who's that yonder all in flames
dragging behind him a sack of chains
who's that yonder all in flames
up jumped the devil and he staked his claim on me

o poor heart
i was doomed from the start
doomed to play
the villian's part

i was the baddest johnny
in the apple cart
my blood was blacker
than the chambers of a dead nun's heart

who's that milling round the courthouse steps
nailing my face to the hitching fence
who's that milling on the courthouse steps
up jumped the devil and off we crept

o no o no
where could i go
with my hump of trouble
and my sack of woe
to the digs and deserts of mexico
where my neck was safe from the lynching rope

who's that yonder laughing at me
like i was the brunt of some hilarity
who's that younder laughing at me
up jumped the devil 1, 2, 3

oh ha ha
how lucky we were
we hit the cathouse
and we sampled their wares

we got as drunk
as a couple of czars
that night i swallowed
my lucky stars

who's that dancing on the jailhouse roof
stamping on the ramping with a cloven hoof
who's that dancing on the jailhouse roof
up jumped the devil and said "here is your man and i got a proof"

o no don't go
o slow down joe
the righteous path
is straight as an arrow
take a walk
and you'll find it too narrow
too narrow for the likes of me

who's that hanging from the gallow tree
his eyes are hollow but he looks like me
who's that swinging from the gallow tree
up jumped the devil and took my soul from me

down we go down we go down we go
the devil and me down we go down down down