In which we get philosophical on yo' ass
May. 10th, 2005 06:05 pmA parody recommended at Teresa Nielsen Hayden's Making Light, in the latest Open Thread: Quentin Tarantino's REPUBLIC DOGS.
A snippet:
Aristotle: Well, allow me to demonstrate. Let's say there was an imaginary city, and all the people were divided into three groups. Let's say I represent the Gold group, I'd be Mr. Gold, you, Socrates would be Mr. Silver, and, you, Alcibiades, Mr. Bronze.
Alcibiades: Why do I have to be Mr. Bronze?
Aristotle: Because it's only a demonstration. So me, Gold, I'd be the philosopher king --
Alcibiades: But why can't I be the philosopher king? Look, Socrates, I'll trade with you.
Aristotle: [Draws a gun, fires a shot into the air, and points it at Alcibiades] Interrupt me again, motherfucker. Interrupt me again. Nobody's trading with anybody. This is my allegory.
It probably only makes complete sense to those twisted individuals who've both read Plato's Republic and watched all of Quentin Tarantino's films, but I've seen Pulp Fiction and Reservoir Dogs, and know enough philosophy to get by. Enjoy.
A snippet:
Aristotle: Well, allow me to demonstrate. Let's say there was an imaginary city, and all the people were divided into three groups. Let's say I represent the Gold group, I'd be Mr. Gold, you, Socrates would be Mr. Silver, and, you, Alcibiades, Mr. Bronze.
Alcibiades: Why do I have to be Mr. Bronze?
Aristotle: Because it's only a demonstration. So me, Gold, I'd be the philosopher king --
Alcibiades: But why can't I be the philosopher king? Look, Socrates, I'll trade with you.
Aristotle: [Draws a gun, fires a shot into the air, and points it at Alcibiades] Interrupt me again, motherfucker. Interrupt me again. Nobody's trading with anybody. This is my allegory.
It probably only makes complete sense to those twisted individuals who've both read Plato's Republic and watched all of Quentin Tarantino's films, but I've seen Pulp Fiction and Reservoir Dogs, and know enough philosophy to get by. Enjoy.