Month: January 2020

I am trusting the label on this one, because I have never heard of this film. I do recognize the actress. Lisa De Leeuw and Mike Ranger in something called Plato’s, The Movie (1980)

Of all the great philosophers, Plato probably had the best sex clubs.

Possibly excepting Spinoza. The ol’ Spinster had quite a way with the ladies. As he once said. “The second-highest activity a man can attain is learning for understanding, because to understand is to be free. The highest, of course, is getting some poontang.”

Also, at least in the gospel according to the Bruces, Plato was one of the better drinkers on Team Thought. (The Spinster was not mentioned in their canon.)

Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
who was very rarely stable.
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
who could think you under the table.

David Hume could out-consume
Wilhelm Freidrich Hegel.
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.

There’s nothing Nietzsche
couldn’t teach ya
’bout the raising of the wrist,
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away,
Half a crate of whiskey every day.

Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
And Hobbes was fond of his dram.
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart,
“I drink, therefore I am.”

Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed,
A lovely little thinker, but a bugger when he’s pissed.