Jim Breen wrote:
> Dan Rempel wrote:
>
>> Don't worry about the world coming to an end today.  It's already
>> tomorrow in Australia.
>>                -- Charles Schultz
>
> Or to put it another way, it's always yesterday somewhere else.

You guys always were ahead of your time.

Dan

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Immanuel Kant was a real pissant who was very rarely stable.
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out-consume Schopenhauer and Hegel,
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.
There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach ya 'bout the raising of the wrist.
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed!

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away, half a crate of whiskey every day.
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
Hobbes was fond of his dram,
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart: "I drink, therefore I am".
Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed;
A lovely little thinker but a bugger when he's pissed!
                -- Monty Python, "The Philosopher's Drinking Song"