Sunday, June 29, 2014

My Day or "Why I Love America"

Today I was going to downtown Chicago to watch a World Cup match with some friends. Knowing that I might have a fair amount of drink there I decided to take the train and walk to the train station. I get there to see a ton of people on the platform.

It's Sunday at 9:00 AM. There's never a huge crowd for the train. What's up?

I start to notice a theme. Outlandish clothing, one or two transvestites, glitter, and more than one gay pride banner. Ah, the Pride Parade must be today! Well, that's fun.

The train is late due to "accommodating passengers". It occurs to me at that point that the train is likely full.

It was.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Philosophy, What is it Good For?

I'm a big fan of Neil deGrasse Tyson. Recently he made some disparaging remarks about philosophy, or more specifically students wasting time with philosophy as a discipline over proper sciences.

If you're interested in what he said it's all right HERE.

He's probably right. There are too many people studying philosophy. What we need are more engineers, chemists, and biologists. That's hard science. That's science with tangible results.

I mean how do you even get tangible results from philosophy? And even if you managed it, how could it possibly help us? It's always crap like this...


I'm starting up this new blog for things that don't belong on The Hulking Fist. That's a blog for movies, video games, tech, and cool stuff. The Whinging Post, as the name suggests is where I complain about things that don't fit into those categories. While I intend to keep posting there, I didn't want to dilute that blog with what will ultimately devolve into personal gripes about things.

Hence... whinging post (I guess kind of a play on hitching post? I guess I'm not that clever).

I could have revived my old blog, but going through it, a lot of things there overlapped with The Fist and I didn't want to go back and delete stuff. So why not turn to a fresh page?

A new platform for complaining about things has been created.


Or not.

Your loss.

Or mine?