Certainly the 'professional' philosophers - the commercial ones - from the last century or two - have had lives of quiet (and sometimes raucous) desperation ending in suicide, insanity, drunk driving accidents, venereal disease. Fun times.
We are admonished to view the 'work' of a person separate from the total mess of the person, and yet in such intimate areas such as how is life to be lived, a cornerstone of philosophy, you find a slaughterhouse of dead bodies and wasted lives.
How secure in truth can a 'philosophy' be when thus is the teacher?
Ordinary folk who dispense with ideas taught to them through their traditions and cultures and relying on a common sense investigation of life, who are open to actual information and facts from multiple sources, have a greater chance at founding a life well lived.
Even in the face of oppression, injustice and poverty, the ordinary one, you perhaps, turns their face to the smug sun of academic wankers (who hide a regressive fear that maybe god actually didn't die, and they may end up in hellfire after all), and that all the grandmother tales and religious superstitions are real, look down to the ordinary one and sneer their derisive and privileged sneer, snort their camembert snort, wanking off to exclusive paid porn, and throw the crumpled tissue of dog cum from their shriveled members at you, then you will finally know...
these 'emperors' have no clothes, and shiver in the night of their collective despair.
how drunk are they to kill off this fear? not drunk enough. hardly drunk enough.
probably we really are better off with 'no gods, and no masters'
and certainly no philosophy that makes mock of our very lives.
Just as the title reads but also do you feel that you get certain opportunities that others wouldn't based on your looks?
