Five years after abruptly ending their beloved podcast, Connor and Dan resuscitate the corpse and take her around town for one final spin. Not a ton of hard-hitting philosophy in this one! Just a good old fashioned hang sesh, and a much-needed opportunity for Connor and Dan to catch everyone up on what's been happening, where their heads are at in the year 2025, and which fantasy book they read most recently. Finally, some closure!

A very special episode of Drunken Philosophy.

In addition to being the patron saint of cynicism, the ancient Greek philosopher Diogenes is basically the patron saint of Drunken Philosophy. He was famous for living in an overturned wine barrel on the streets of Athens and generally thumbing his nose at the educated citizens of that old world metropolis. This week, Connor and Dan investigate Diogenes' whole deal and see if he had anything worth while to say.

Are we approaching end times or just a monumentally shift in the way we understand the world? If you were to ask European poet, philosopher, and student of culture Jean Gebser he would emphatically say it was the latter. This week, Connor and Dan discuss Gebser's various structures of consciousness to see where we've been, where we are, and where we're going.

This episode is going to require some imagination, some creativity, and some intuition on the part of the listener. Connor and Dan aren't quite sure they understand what Henri Bergson is talking about, but they like the cut of his jib and they like the way he makes them feel. Sometimes that's good enough.

All things must come to an end, including the brief saga of Leon Trotsky. The once central figure of a global revolution finds himself far from home and with very few friends. But Connor and Dan learn that, much like the other socialists of his ilk, Trotsky wasn't going down without a fight.

Continuing their series on Mr. Trotsky, the boys get into the nitty gritty of his particular brand of revolutionary socialism, i.e. Trotskyism. They also discuss Trotsky's military career and the first grumblings of discontent between him and a certain Joseph Stalin.