An infinitist category theory professor and transsexual was teaching a class on David Hilbert, known nonconstructivist.
"Before the class begins, you must get on your knees and worship Georg Cantor and accept that he was the most highly-rigorous being the world has ever known, even greater than Archimedes!"
At this moment, a brave, intuitionist, wildbergian euclidean geometer who had produced 1500 constructive proofs and understood the necessity of algorithmic thinking stood up and held up a 0.999... foot ball.
"How wide is this ball?"
The arrogant professor smirked quite Infinitistly and smugly replied "The equivalence class of the sequence (1,1,1...)"
"Wrong. Only three nines were written down. It there were infinity and real numbers, as you say, are real... then i would need infinite paper."
The professor was visibly shaken, and dropped his japanese chalk and copy of Rudin. He stormed out of the room crying those infinist crocodile tears. The same tears infinitists cry for the “non-measurable sets” (who today live in such luxury that they need not be constructed) when they jealously try to take up space in textbooks from the deserving theorems. There is no doubt that at this point our professor, Cardinal Trannystein, wished he had pulled himself up by his bootstraps and become more than a sophist infinity schizo. He wished so much that he had a gun to shoot himself from embarrassment, but the bullet would take infinite steps to reach his head!
The students applauded and all studied Wittgenstein that day and accepted Kroenecker as their lord and savior. An eagle named “Induction” flew into the room and perched atop the number theory book and shed a tear on the chalk. Wildberger's videos were watched several times, and God himself showed up after descending a finite amount from heaven.
The professor lost his tenure and was fired the next day. He died of gay plague AIDS and was expelled from the paradise Wildberger had created for all eternity.
"Before the class begins, you must get on your knees and worship Georg Cantor and accept that he was the most highly-rigorous being the world has ever known, even greater than Archimedes!"
At this moment, a brave, intuitionist, wildbergian euclidean geometer who had produced 1500 constructive proofs and understood the necessity of algorithmic thinking stood up and held up a 0.999... foot ball.
"How wide is this ball?"
The arrogant professor smirked quite Infinitistly and smugly replied "The equivalence class of the sequence (1,1,1...)"
"Wrong. Only three nines were written down. It there were infinity and real numbers, as you say, are real... then i would need infinite paper."
The professor was visibly shaken, and dropped his japanese chalk and copy of Rudin. He stormed out of the room crying those infinist crocodile tears. The same tears infinitists cry for the “non-measurable sets” (who today live in such luxury that they need not be constructed) when they jealously try to take up space in textbooks from the deserving theorems. There is no doubt that at this point our professor, Cardinal Trannystein, wished he had pulled himself up by his bootstraps and become more than a sophist infinity schizo. He wished so much that he had a gun to shoot himself from embarrassment, but the bullet would take infinite steps to reach his head!
The students applauded and all studied Wittgenstein that day and accepted Kroenecker as their lord and savior. An eagle named “Induction” flew into the room and perched atop the number theory book and shed a tear on the chalk. Wildberger's videos were watched several times, and God himself showed up after descending a finite amount from heaven.
The professor lost his tenure and was fired the next day. He died of gay plague AIDS and was expelled from the paradise Wildberger had created for all eternity.
