Eva: "Pure" democracy is simple majority rule, unfettered by any other principle other than, what most people want. Exactly what goes on at a gang rape. Compare with: constitutionally limited democracy in a republic, fettered by a constitution of personal liberty. Meant to keep the herdists, and their existentially terrified, child like fealty to their atavistic herd mentality genes, at bay. Steve: There was no insult apparent, only delightful folly. She is trying to make an old engineer, who long ago graduated magna cum laude from his own Dust Bunny U, Princeton, with a graduate degree from MIT, feel inadequate about his engineer's grasp of the English language. It is a hoot; the idea of someone -- anyone -- attempting to make an engineer feel inadequate about his grasp of the English language -- much less, an Ivy League/MIT trained engineer -- is a hilarious exercise in futility. The Ivy League and MIT is where insufferable pricks are cast in concrete for life; the one question never asked in those universities is, "I wonder what they would say about this down at the English Department of some other Dust Bunny U?....anywhere in the world, much less, Podunk Ga. It is like making an ice dancer feel inadequate about their ability to repair diesel engines. Is there a point? Or is it a sad attempt to leglift when no actual argument is forthcoming? Say there, Don Quixote, what's up today? "Well, it's a tossup. I was either going to try to make Justin Bieber feel inadequate about his endemic shyness, or convince some Ivy League prick that his education was lacking; not sure which, but rest assured, it's not like I'm wasting my time." If I need help from an English major about anything, -- say, breathing through the soles of my feet -- I'll run down to the PA Renaiisance Faire parking lot and wave a $5 bill, and have access to entire busloads of former English Deparatment heads(now wearing velvet and carrying a staff)---and not just from the lands that gave us the Waffle House, Paula Dean fried chicken, and SEC footballl. Roll Tide! Not likely to happen unless I hit my head really, really hard someday. Seriously-- she "submitted" my stream of consciousness posts here to the entire otherwise not busy at all English Department somewhere(never named), and they gave me a grade of 'incoherent.' It's hard to tell via this medium, but I'm sure you can tell how crushed I am. I know I've hit a nerve when the venom comes out, and nothing else. Somewhere never named, down South. Duke maybe? That's where I once asked the impossible question to a fourth year PolitSci major: 'What is your working definition of the word 'politics' after studying PolitSci for nearly four years here?" Was as if I had C4 strapped to my chest. She stammered, hemmed, and hawed, and finally admitted, "I never really thought about it." Perfect. And this was Duke. I'll need to go eat some veal tonite with the wife, drink some wine, and see if I can piece myself back together. It's a process. regards, Fred
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