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HA! Hastings Caves State Reserve. The Huon Valley. June 2011.

Sunday ALREADY? Bloomin flip, someone has shortened the weekends again...

A top five. Oh dear. Today I offer my Top Five Political Philosophers That I Can't Help Drawing Upon In My Everyday Business And Confusing People Because Their Relevance (Although Pertinent) Is Not Always Clear To Those Unfamiliar With Their Work!

  • Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels: at least people have heard of them, although that often does not help. While I am not a Marxist, their critique of the nature of things (especially work) is often both a succour and a curse.


  • J.S. Mill: usual in a fight, a little bit of Mill goes a long long way...


  • Michel Foucault: everything you wanted to know about power, Michel is your man.


  • G.W.F. Hegel: the granddaddy of many, he can be the hardest to explain to the neutral audience.


  • Thomas Hobbes: life in a state of nature. Enough said.
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    Roddy said…
    Are you expounding their virtues by shouting their names.
    Rather large type don't you think?
    19 June 2011 at 13:37
    Roddy said…
    Apologies! Today the print is normal size. Was this a techno hitch?
    20 June 2011 at 05:09
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