Laughing my holy roman ass off at Allan's defeat of the Inquisition. That'll be enough 'proclivities' in here Facilitator! Gabby, of course, rubs everyone but me up the wrong way. What a blessing it is to be the only one who doesn't understand her! Middle of the road vacuity is the new third way and I'm full of it. As long as there is nothing there we will be OK.Throw up the sculpture of that for us Facil.
How dare you use the SN 'Facilitator' Tony - she cries. And then go and be directive, she weeps. But this is all German opera about breast-plated heroines buried under an acorn storm symbolising the debate on whether Heidegger was a Nazi and what Hannah Arendt was doing giving him one and I was born in the wrong generation kind of thingy, from the educationalist perspective of one who has not worked out she is a baby-sitter speaking all languages except the vital gag-ga-goo-goo. All is explained at the end when an acorn bursts forth from an elephant's ass and we learn how they climb oak trees. By then the audience has died from ominous music. That's the end of part one. At the beginning of Part Two, Allan rises from the dead audience with his shield of innocence .... I always preferred the term catalyst to facilitator. Tony has that skill. Facilitator can be left to those sneaky educationalists and social workers pretending to let others generally seen as punters under another set of lying politesse (client, customer, pupil, victim, student ...) make their own decisions. Tony, obviously a good egg, is the first person calling himself a facilitator I've had implicit trust for in 40 years. Indeed, he may be so good, that he has, as The Facilitator (and hence only) wrapped up all the shady postulators and tipped them away with the Rary fish. A Rary fish keeps growing bigger and bigger until you have to tip it into the sea. As it fall from the cliff it sings, 'It's a long way to tip a Rary'. Catalysts are mindless and more honest manipulators. Damn joke doesn't work Tony. I was building to 'so Tony is suited on both counts'. Seriously though, viewed from constructor theory, catalysts are cool. So what is a label Gabbs? What are words? They promised the rest would be silence at the end of Hamlet and then Wagner came along with all them drums and trumpets. Wittgenstein summarised it all in the Tractatus, a poem so cunning everyone was deceived in to thinking it logical, consigning as it did the rest (as everything important) to silence. And this is why I know every time Gabby speaks, she should shut up ... a matter of deep concern one of those acorns might sprout in her mouth rather than an elephant's arse. You see, in Kierkegaard, you have to wait for the punchline and remember the seeded shaggy-dog planted in memory. Otherwise you miss the anti-fascist message and whole philosophy entirely. Much the same with Gabby. And on sarcasm, we are missing it has had little effect since Greek comedy and far more sophisticated argument is involved than caricature - caricature always risks being part of fascist slogan and the exploitation of mass forgetting. This said, I have a supply of acorns Tony can gift to the Pope for personal use as a magic bean cure for haemorrhoids. There is no free expression. On Friday, January 16, 2015 at 2:48:56 PM UTC, facilitator wrote: > > He doesn't need my approval. I offer my dissent as a pillar against his > proclivity to acquiesce. > -- --- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups ""Minds Eye"" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.
