Donald Trump and a Nominalist walk into a bar. The Nominalist (who, to his relative credit, is also a Minimalist) orders a glass of water. Trump downs a fifth of Baccardi and stumbles off to the loo to vomit; trips, falls head-first into the turd-filled toilet and drowns. The Nominalist, too dazzled by the phenomenalistic surface of things to perceive the underlying Reality, fails to notice that, instead of genuine water, he has been served a cheap substitute.
Q: How many Nominalists does it take to screw in a light-bulb ?
A: Nominalists doubt the existence of light. Consequently, they live in the dark.
Q: Why did the Nominalist cross the road ?
A: He didn’t.
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