How to face the end times (humor)

Civilized Procedure

We often find people saying that something is civilized. Let’s be civilized and let js do everything according to a civilized procedure.

When we talk about doing something in a way that is civilized, "civilized" is a way of living. The meaning is close to that of: ‘Civil Society’. Civilized is not a perfect word but the word “civilized” brings matters to a head and does so along somewhat the proper, straight lines. If we are going in the right direction then at that point the discussion turns toward that which is uplifted or decent. And then we finally arrive at the idea that there is a social order. When we admit this, then there must be a correct procedure. This is the idea of legal procedure. We may now use it, and now we are civilized. So, then: this procedure is in use in all the civilized countries. It is part of the social order we all take part in. It works to keep us from being at one another’s throats.

But civilized procedures are also used for science. There is great pride there, once we have arrived at the achievement of a higher, more orderly method. Feyerabend it is true showed that there is no scientific method. But we may still have pride. This time for attaining knowledge. Knowledge and Civilization. We have these ideas. Do we not? Maybe it is not completely stupid. Let us be civilized Men, all.

Then the women come into it. Screaming, nagging — hitting us with broomsticks. If people knew how much raw anger there was in “civilized” life — they would be much surprised… Says I!

I did not know that my little Women were going to become Uppity

No, we cannot control our women. They are hyenas. They want to help. They want to have a hand in forming the civilization. And what can we say?

Why not—? I say! The little ladies want to have a say. We men should be glad of it. You cannot simply expect them to remain in the kitchen, baking or something.

As consumers they contribute millions to the cosmetics industry. No — history moves on and they have to have the vote. (Although for G-d’s sakes, the Virginia Slims thing was a debacle.)

But where does it end? Marxism? Vietnam?

Sorry; I can’t handle it. I am back to my checkers and pistacchios. So delicious. . . w/ mozzarella.

Let’s enjoy the civilized life, which I believe includes violin sonatas.

…as long as there is black female transsexual playing, naturally. Otherwise, there will be hell to pay. There would be demonstrations. Right? And, by the way, “he” or “she” or “it” no longer needs to play well. All that is now outta the question. But we still need to try to have some kind of stage performance.

It’s a bit unrefined; don’t you think?