Ontem foi realizado um dos fenômenos mais ridículos e anacrônicos do planeta Terra, mas que ainda tem o poder de quase parar uma redação online em momentos de baixo fluxo de notícias: o concurso de Miss Universo.
A vencedora foi justamente aquela apontada por mim, no início das transmissões, como a mais gatinha: a miss Austrália. Ou seja, a rede NBC consagrou uma Bruce como a mulher mais bela do mundo.
Em homenagem a ela, vamos a uma canção bem conhecida dos pythonmaníacos...
Emmanuel Kant was a real pissant
who was very rarely stable.
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
who could drink you under the table.
Alfred Hume could outconsume
Schopenhauer and Hegel.
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.
There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach you
'bout the raising of the wrist.
Socrates himself was permanently pissed...
John Stuart Mill, of his own free will
half a bottle of shandy made him particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away
half a pint of whiskey every day.
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle
and Hobbes was fond of his dram.
And Rene Decartes 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!
