"This sentence is no nonsense for this nonsense

"This sentence is no nonsense for this nonsense is no sentence." The purple hatted wizard proudly read to the group of confuzzled young lads.

"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.