Philosophers’ Christmas carols
‘Tis the season for Christmas carols, revised for philosophical accuracy, with explanatory links, just for fun.
Sigmund Freud:
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
But with therapy I think that I
Should recover and become all right.
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William James:
Angels we have heard while high.
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Jean-Jacques Rousseau:
Jingle Bells, Santa smells,
And he’s got bad breath.
Oh, what fun it is to ride
Nude the sleigh of death.
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St. Augustine:
God damn ye merry gentlemen.
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Suggestions?
More philosophicalish humor?
Tags: Christmas carols, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Sigmund Freud, St. Augustine, William James
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
We’ll be unperturbed
If we lose our way
[--Epictetus]
I had a touchpad calamity. That should have included:
–Epictetus
(But I didn’t let it bother me.)
Perfect, Terry.
We three kings of orient are
Solipsists who’ve lowered the bar
On this outing, each is doubting
Whether he’s singular
God rest ye merry, gentlemen
And if he won’t, then I
-Mill
God bless the owner of this store
And the sales clerks also
That from their own self-interest
Sell gifts at prices low
-Smith
(Stop me if I get carried away…)
The worst Noel
The statists did say
Wrote a limited-government
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