Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for January 07, 2015
January 06, 2015
January 08, 2015
Transcript:
It's on a collision course and it's a thousand billion billion times larger than us. Let's evacuate! No time. Even if we built a few ships in time, they couldn't escape the collision zone fast enough. Then... What now? Tell your loved ones everything they mean to you, make peace with your maker and try to remember there will be no sadness, since no one will be around to remember. Daddy look! A shooting star! Ooooh!
I wallowed in his books years ago in college. I think too much Nietzsche gives one mental caries. For kicks, to shake off like a wet dog such overwrought writing, I re-write serious business reports into parodies as written by famous authors. Then I email them to similarly warped friends in the company (one day I will accidentally press COPY ALL and get in trouble). .Nietzsche’s writings are ripe for parody, nicht wahr? I picture something like this blurb on the cover of the Nietzschean-themed murder mystery, A FINE DAY FOR DEICIDE:.FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE – what did those walrus bristles hide? The dripping fangs by which he savaged God? And what a revenge the dying deity inflicted in his death throes – FRENCH DISEASES OF THE SOUL and resulting MADNESS. Gods have a wicked sense of humor. Mad they are themselves — but AN IMMORTAL, GOLDEN MADNESS!