Sometimes there are philosophers. And sometimes there are truly wise men.

As one of these wise men, I would like to take time to pay homage to a good philosopher. Freidrich Nietzche may be the one saving grace that Germany has had to offer in the last century.
One of his best qualities: he hates Germans.

In all seriousness, the man doesn't bog you down with the bullshit of most philosophers. He doesn't set up overly complex scenarios full of variables all to simply lead the reader in circles and confuse them into submission. He gets to the point, and the point is good.

To summarize, here are the points (some of them) that Nietzche makes in "Twilight of the Gods:"
- Socrates is ugly. I don't have to listen to him cuz his ass is fucking ugly.
- Germans suck.
- Saint Beuvve is gay. Fuck him.
- Go ahead. Believe in God. It won't matter since nothing you do matters.
- If you can't see it, it isn't real, shithead.
- Sometimes what you can't see is real. But it's less real than real. Real is only what matters. Shithead.
- Fuck you.

Upon request, I have gotten a hold of an artist's rendition of what Freidrich Nietzche would look like were he alive today.

- I think I'll go crazy and start crying over a horse being whipped. I am Freidrich Nietzche.