Republic Dogs

[Stonehead]

So, I was thinking about that death thread. A lot of people voice high aspirations and such as motivators for climbing and shit, always talking about a higher goal: physically, mentally, spiritually. I think it’s just as well the personal demons in a person’s life that drives one to the peaks. You don’t often hear of it except in rare lucid confessions. But, it happens, occasionally...

 

I do believe, though, that the common thread among climbers of different motivations is the tendency to push the boundaries of this envelope of life and not just in the physical realm but also the mental and social. So, anyway I saw this mash-up of Plato's Republic with Quentin Tarantino's Reservoir Dogs. It’s funny in a twisted sort of way.

 

[Thrasymachus is tied up in a chair. Socrates is brandishing a gun in his face]

 

Thrasymachus: Don't kill me, man!

 

Socrates: Are you finished, fucker?

 

Thrasymachus: Look, look, man, you can have my ten yoke of oxen. My virgin daughters? My pomegranite orchard?

 

Socrates: You like pomegranites? Shit, motherfucker, I hear they've got a fuckin' all-you-can-eat special going on on pomegranites where you're headed.

 

Thrasymachus: Don't do it, Socrates. Be fair.

 

Socrates: [suddenly contemplative] Fair?

 

Thrasymachus: [sees an opportunity for survival] Yeah, fair... think about my wife and children --

 

Socrates: Would you say that to be fair is the same thing as to be just?

 

Thrasymachus: What?

 

Socrates: Well, I'm just a dull, wandering street philosopher, so I don't understand quite where you're headed with this particular line of reasoning. Perhaps [motions with gun] you could further elucidate your theory of justice.

-- continued

[Dechristo]

It’s funny in a twisted sort of way…

I like funny best with a twist.

 

 

Socrates: You like pomegranites? Shit, motherfucker, I hear they've got a fuckin' all-you-can-eat special going on on pomegranites where you're headed.

This qualifies.