While browsing the talkback section of the blog today to approve/disapprove comments and find out what’s on the listenership’s mind, I happened across perhaps the most vital piece of communication TESD will ever receive. It hails from the mind/keyboard of Arthur Phillips, clearly one of the purest and most insightful thinkers of our time. For your perusal, a snapshot of the genius at work.
*Note pensive nature.
What type criminal would I be to withhold the brilliant musings of this Sartre’esque critic from you? How removed would I be from even the basest elements of my humanity should I refrain from bestowing the introspective wisdom of Arthur Phillips upon you, the imbecilic and thick-witted masses?
I count myself amongst your number friends. We are those of dull-eyes and slackened, drool-glazed jaws. Our destiny is not to grasp the perspicacity of an Arthur Phillips, but to merely sit at his feet in awe of what our feeble minds could only dream to comprehend and digest. To attempt understanding of his wit is to dream the dream of Icarus. We fly on wings of feathers and wax my friends. ‘Tis true folly to think otherwise.
Without further hesitation I give you….Arthur Phillips.
|Microsoft has to be painfully desperate to give these non-entities more airtime. If I were Bryan Johnston, I’d probably slap my fiancee for listening to this crap. Thankfully, I’m not.|
I have only one request. Bryan Johnston…if you’re out there somewhere reading this, I implore you… PLEASE, for the love of God, don’t slap your fiancee for listening to we three non-entities. Just be thankful as well that Arthur Phillips isn’t your fiancee. He seems like a real douchebag.