SOLOC 4 was glorious!

The theme of the SOLOC 4 could be best summed up in one word “solipsism”. Solipsism is the belief that only the self exists, and for six glorious days SOLOC 4 was the only thing that existed for us. So much so, that the word was continuously intoned by SOLO leader Lindsay Perigo accompanied by a wagging finger of caution. However, he was guilty as any other for promoting such an atmosphere by superbly carrying we “SOLOipsists” away in his emotional introductory speech whereby he introduced us to our “selves”.
 

Philip Coates agreed with Lindsay that solipsism was a much underestimated behaviour in the objectivist movement and formed the most visible portion of what he most graphically displayed as a “false trichotomy”.  He had with him all the equipment with which to illustrate his point when passing around facsimiles of Renaissance masterpieces that had so inspired the significant growth in his “self”.

Adam Reed bemoaned that the US Government needed to grow some more testicles in not dismissing reproductive cloning out of hand, and also to subsidize a better variety of cheese with fewer holes.
 
Barbara Branden didn't need to concern herself over cheese, she was too busy taming fire between her fingertips and together with John Hospers supplying us with insightful anecdotes about Ayn Rand.

Joe Rowlands eloquently lectured us on the mistaken view by Libertarian solipsists that all actions should be morally judged in strict terms of black and white by equating the US with a police state, while at the same time he contended that only a social metaphysician could ever embrace an institution as evil as marriage.

Julia Brent excited us all with her offer to lead a pagan “Wiccan” procession by dancing naked around a bonfire at midnight. However, we became slightly less excited when she explained that the essential jumping over the bonfire may result in burnt pubic hair and associated regions – even though Philip was eager to explore the effect this may have upon his false trichotomy. In any event, we decided to leave our clothes on.

No amount of Wiccan or anti-solipsism could lead Luther Setzer away from his sober fixation on “titties”, not even the offer of a single malt whiskey at a local bordello.

Andrew Bates ignoring Wiccan entirely tried to impress the local women with stories about past Rugby glories, unfortunately before he could make any progress he would collapse into a drunken snoring stupor dreaming of becoming the first mathematical olympian to play for the All Blacks.
 

Jason Dixon didn’t need the excuse of Wiccan to lead a few naked processions of his own in order to explore any potential trichotomies still lurking in the solipsist closet. Alec Mouhibian was a more than willing to be his sergeant at arms in breaching the Jason-Dixon line and had the right number of testicles to prove it. A glorious finale of which was Lindsay’s wonderful singing as he lead us on in the chorus of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic".

With the Battle Hymm of SOLOC 4 still ringing in our ears and our testicles and titties recharged we were all ready to leave the solipsising ways of SOLOC 4 behind us in order to continue in our quest to change the world forever.

Glory, glory SOLOC 4! The truth is marching on!

 

(Edited by Marcus Bachler on 4/30, 4:40am)