John Stuart Mill
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“Utilitarianism is shit”
“This man has little or no character.”
John Stuart Mill (20 May 1806 – 8 May 1873) was a well-known Victorian philosopher, economist and civil servant. Please note that well-known does not mean at all competent or well-liked -- far from it. Wordy bastard. He was born on an unnamed putting green in Londonderry, the oldest son of a Scottish whore and philanthropist James "Water" Mill. John Stuart was educated by his father, with the advice and assistance of Trinny and Susannah. He was given an extremely rigorous, some would say harsh, beating twice daily, as part of his education and was deliberately shielded from association with children his own age other than his siblings, for fear that he might infect them with something nasty. He learnt to speak from a small vole, which generally explains why he could not express anything in less than 2000 or so words (voles are notorious bores).
John Stuart's feats as a child were exceptional; at the age of three he could juggle six chainsaws while standing on one toe and whistling 'Dixie'. By the age of eight he had acquired subscriptions to all the popular philosophical magazines of the day, such as The Plato Post, Wittgenstein Weekly and Playboy. He had also read a great deal of history in English and had been taught that Henry VIII was his father (much to their mutual dismay). A deficiency in his upbringing was observed, however, when he became particularly ill on consumption of half a pint of shandy.
A brief summary of his works is, sadly, impossible, given the long-winded and downright ginormous nature of his writing style. However, it is safe to say that at least one philosophy student has committed hari kiri as a direct result of reading one of Mill's great works.
In 1862 he got into a fist-fight with Immanuel Kunt's zombified corpse. He won the fight by punching a hole through the zombie Kant's over-sized cunt, but suffered several internal inuries. He died in Brest, France in 1873 (reportedly of RSI), and is buried under his wife, Margaret Thatcher.
Played sax on Gerry Rafferty's 'Bake Street'
- (1843) A System of Marble Runs
- (1844) Essays on Some Unsettled Questions of Political Economy (Or How I Learnt To Stop Worrying And Love The Federal Deficit)
- (1848) Principles of Word Economy (a text rich in unintended irony)
- (1859) On Liberty X
- (1861) Sitting on Representative Government
- (1863) Utillytar-yanknism (text written entirely in gibberish)
- (1865) Examinations of Sir William Hamilton's Primary Sexual Characteristics
- (1865) Auguste Comte et Panthera Rosea
- (1867) Inaugural Address at St. Andrews - "You Bloody Scots Should Get Proper Jobs!"
- (1868) The Utilitarian Value of Fool Pitying: Pitying Life Rather Than Following Social Rabbit
- (1869) The Subjection of Totty
- (1873) Autobiography (uncomplete)
- (1874) Three Essays on Religion (posthumously...?)
- (2010) Harry Potter and the Unreadable Book