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“The price of fame is infamy. The price of immortality is death.”
- Xenocrates
Michael Jackson is gone. Finally. The only people who will truly mourn his death are the obnoxious mothers who kept sending him their sons as a ploy to extract money. The rest of us will celebrate his life with music. Now that his life has ended, we can immortalize him for what good is left of his great name.
“Human beings are animals whose preference for group membership is simultaneously the source of their greatest salvation and their ultimate destruction“
- Xenocrates
This group of happy campers has a rude awakening afoot. Literally.
Some people would like to think that I’m a relatively smart guy. I never really took such regards seriously as I always thought that there were many, many smarter people out there. However, the more I got involved with social debating on various issues, the more I became aware of an ubiquitous intellectual deficit that would seem to suggest that the phrase “common sense” may actually be an oxymoron.
At first, I thought the deficit was a reflection of the cognitive limitations of people in my immediate environment. But when I moved my discussions to the more public domain of the internet, I encountered the same rubbish online as I did offline. As it turns out, even on the internet, the proportion of smart vs. average remained exactly the same.
I now realise that when I perceive simple-mindedness in the folks I regularly interact with in the real world, it is not limited to my immediate geographic location. It seems that 80% of the entire human race is made from the same cognitive mold. They all have the same stupid ideas and do the same stupid things – it’s herd logic.
“While everyone is entitled to their preferences, true love has no colour…”
- Xenocrates
In the film Obsessed (2009), a deranged white woman (played by Ali Larter) comes on rather quite strongly to a powerful executive (played by Idris Elba) who happens to be a black man. Thereafter, the entire movie becomes a setup for the ultimate cat fight between the white woman and the black man’s wife (played by Beyoncé Knowles). While it is obvious that the film’s ludicrous plot is nothing more than a visualisation of the revenge fantasy of every black woman who has ever lost a lover to a white woman, it does beg the question: Do black men prefer white women? If so, why? I explore this, and a number of other intriguing details in this thought provoking piece on sex and racial politics.
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