Why did the chicken cross the road? p2

Here I go again with some philosophical answers – somebody stop me!

This is a follow-up from the previous post, found here!

So, why did the chicken cross the road? For the last time!

Plato:                For the greater good.

Karl Marx:            It was a historical inevitability.

Machiavelli:          So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue?  In such a manner is the princely chicken’s dominion maintained.

Hippocrates:          Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas.

Jacques Derrida:      Any number of contending discourses may be discovered within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial intent can never be discerned, because structuralism is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!

Thomas de Torquemada: Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I’ll find out.

Nietzsche:            Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.

Carl Jung:            The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.

Jean-Paul Sartre:     In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.

Ludwig Wittgenstein:  The possibility of “crossing” was encoded into the objects “chicken” and “road”, and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.

Albert Einstein:      Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.

Aristotle:            To actualize its potential.

Epicurus:             For fun.

David Hume:           Out of custom and habit.

Jack Nicholson:      ‘Cause it (censored) wanted to. That’s the (censored) reason.

Pyrrho the Skeptic:   What road?

Ronald Reagan:        I forget.

Henry David Thoreau:  To live deliberately … and suck all the marrow out of life.

Mark Twain:           The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.

The Godfather:        I didn’t want its mother to see it like that.

Othello:              Jealousy.

Supreme Soviet:       There has never been a chicken in this photograph.

Oscar Wilde:          Why, indeed? One’s social engagements whilst in town ought never expose one to such barbarous inconvenience – although, perhaps, if one must cross a road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the chicken in question.

Hamlet:               That is not the question.

Source here!


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