Self-loathing is an energy. Self-hatred is fuel. The desire for self-destruction can become a self-creation. You make something out of the shit.
Self-disgust is a potency. The autoallergic reaction to yourself as a UK European thinker. Perfect!
UK European philosophy runs on self-disgust and self-hatred. Just as UK analytic philosophy runs on synth assurance.
A war of philosophies. Of philosophy against philosophy. No – it’s more than that! A war of carbon versus silicon-based life. Of the humanities versus science. Of the soft versus the hard.
The great analytic boredom. The great analytic nihilism. The great analytic same-old. The great analytic yawn.
The great analytic despair – yes, despair. Unavowed despair! Displaced despair!
All those would be humanities scientists. All those chin strokers, with their inherited thought gestures. All that overuse of the phrase, horns of a dilemma. Of the word, robust.
Better a continental philosophy idiot than an analytic philosophy robot. Better the European thinking fool than the analytic synth.
The last idiots! The last of European thought! Waving our idiot banners! Waving the flags of our stupidity!
Rescue us from analytic intelligence. From analytic competence. From the analytic mindset. From analytic optimism. From analytic can-do. From analytic cheerfulness. From the analytic programme. From analytic obliviousness. From analytic anti-apocalypticism.
Work in Progress 