"This sentence is no nonsense for this nonsense

"Furthermore, nonsensical sentences sentence sentences more further." Professor Purple Hat grinned. He turned back to the chalkboard and a spitball whizzed past the wizard's head

unfurling into a ragged strip of paper with the words "Wordswordth's words wield worldly wards worthlessly". Professor Purple Hat wrote the following words with lavender chalk, "

POSTMODERNISM." Prof.Purple Hat turned slowly & pointed the purple chalk at their expressionless faces."Don't you understand? It's not supposed to make sense!" The lightbulbs went

flicker flicker flicker and the ghost of Michel Foucault.appeared. He said, & I translate roughly, that he's fed up to the back teeth of everything being postmodern: TV, cakes, sex

tants and Colt 45 is how I roll during the High Holy Holidays. So I asked Michel Foucault's ghost if he wanted to a little worshipping with me. To my surprise the Ghostly Academic

admitted that he had never actually existed and was simply a fantasy promulgated by Jean Beaudrillard. "But don't tell Chomsky," He pleaded. "That asshole will go apeshit." It was

Noam Chomsky was a writer I used to respect, but lost respect in the early Aughts. He was exposed as a bullshitter, and any such writer I quit reading then and there, not later.

Afterall, I've never bullshitted in my life, and I refuse to support anyone who would commit such a heinous crime. I've never lied, not even once.

But over the years, I learned how to accept a favor.