
I already mentioned him in my piece about Puking on Paroketh, that free rider guy. In the history of ideas there are three masters of disbelief. Mystery is created by the suspension of disbelief. You can only enjoy novels and movies if you are able to suspend the fact that you disbelief that it’s real. If not, you, like my girl, just think its rubbish.
The first master of disbelief was Karl Marx. He opened our eyes and showed us that the history of the world wasn’t some Geist’s march, but the struggle between those who have and those who don’t.