Losing both legs is fabulous: no more sore feet!
Property is evil, it leads to theft.
I can't say enough for death. Dead people don't litter.
It's not just that they consider themselves Christians, it's that they consider themselves thoughtful! To them I would say,"Decapitation in your case should be praised. It cannot possibly lead to gross errors of thought!"
Let me slip into "O tempora, o mores" mode here. I could begin by wondering how many of these geniuses could identify that quote. It's not that knowing bits of Cicero's first oration against Cataline is essential to thought. But in might be necessary (but not sufficient) to the kind of education that leads to ordered thought.
O Chronoi! (little translingual pun there...) Once again the importance of having a clue about the Incarnation shows itself. If we start out thinking that the body is an inconvenient and unreliable locus of a thinking entity, the first things to go are two of the four cardinal virtues. Prudence goes because we have denied the possibility of the benign influence on our thought of our creatureliness. We think, like the Cathars, think we can cut ourselves free of the limitations of our fleshy finitude if only we try hard enough. And so we mistake rash and disordered thought for courageous new speculation.
Temperance goes because the same limitations of finitude are considered foreign enemies to our beautifully (in our view) free thought and will, rather than guides to happiness.
When we have bereft ourselves of those habits of wisdom, our courage will fail us the first time our bodies rise up in revolt, and justice won't even get in the door, since it is as foolish not to know one's desires and inclinations as it is to ignore the massing of enemy troops on one's borders.
Okay, first rant of the day. I could go on but I'm merciful, and it would be better for all if I just mutter and grumble into my coffee-cup.
Please, don't retreat into muttering to yourself. Had I run into more people who muttered and grumbled aloud it would have spared me many a year in the wilderness.
Regards