you can read heidegger's ii-vi ponderings and read into: the death of the university - which is what is exactly happeing right now... how wonderous the dynamic of jealousy - i remember being at u.c.l. - "studying" history - to be honest i spent about 6 hours a week on the course - the rest of the time i could hold down a roofing job - 3rd year chemistry at edinburgh? 30 hours of laboratory work - including theory lectures and secondary lectures, like: sociology, computing; french (?!) - but at u.c.l. there was this guy from essex... and the birmingham students didn't like one of the home counties accents - they said in passing: we'll crucify you... birmingham? no river no flow people dictating the rules of a capital city? ***** please... this guy comes from essex and wants to get a history degree: and you're shoving a diacritical bias against him? how about going back to the canals, where you rats belong? but they did that to the poor guy... he talked quasi-cockney in the essex scheme of things, and they disciminated against him, just because of the way he talked... i knew one guy from Derby express the same sentiment about someone lecturing on physics in a Glaswegian diacritical idiosyncrasy - for ****'s sake! a scot taught me how to speak english by avoiding learning grammar! prof. jordan peterson? great guy... i wish there were more of them... my leftist background? well... if you didn't **** around with poland as part of the warsaw pact era... would i be here? huh? ukranian smugglers in warsaw - it's like the commonwealth never died... Jeremia Wiśniowiecki: the "other" Vlad - scurge on the cossacks - shoved a thousand toothpick's worth of timber up their anuses, and they were like: well... now it matters. but it's so sad to see the university dying... back when i was studying you could get a canadian lesbian understand your position on the genius of napoleon in essay form, in a history seminar... those, were, the days when such a thing was plausible... i'm nt kidding, a canadian lesbian could mark your essay with a covert appreciation of Napoleon's genius in military affairs... but that's like, what 2006? what year is it? 2017... sorry! you missed the train! last night i had a nose-bleed (perhaps due to the excessive drinking?) - but that didn't stop me from drinking today... now imagine how much i drink and how i respect my parents that they still allow me to live with them... can you imagine it? no? not quiet? come here... let me show you what sort of drunk you have to be, how self-disciplined you have to be to be drunk every day, with about 1 litre's worth of *** or whiskey or *****... and at the same time: be cultivated in civilised conduct of: let's not touch... you do your ****, i'll do mine. oh i did invoke a plead for a council flat... some ***** who ****** 20 arabs and had 2 kids in the baggage got it before i could... just a stated example... with regards to some people i just go: are these people talking?! i'm sorry, i can't hear them; speak... a... little... bit... louder! funny thing is: we're speaking the same language but i'm finding that they're speaking quasi-Catalan.