Son: Daddy, is it OK if I sleep with my [fake] mustaches tonight?
Me: What?
Son: These mustaches.
Me: Sure, Sam. Why do you want to sleep with your mustaches?
Son: I don't know.
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Unlike my ancient predecessor, this Tullius hasn't had his hands chopped off. With hands attached I offer my thoughts on philosophy, religion, politics, and whatever else I find worth mentioning. I'm conservative religiously and politically (with libertarian leanings). I value reason and freedom but also traditions and "Oldthink." I relish being on the wrong side of history when history is wrong--part of a philosopher's job is to be unpopular. (Views given here may not represent my employers')
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Wednesday, June 4, 2014
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