Most contemporary philosophers (71.1%, according to a recent survey) believe that a priori knowledge is really possible. Indeed, since the late 1980s there has been a renewed and steadily growing interest in rationalism and the a priori; and gradually what George Bealer has dubbed a "rationalist renaissance" has emerged onto the contemporary philosophical scene. At the same time, however, even despite this renaissance, the core notion of "rational intuition" has not been either adequately defended or fully developed, especially as regards solving its two core problems:
(1) "how rational intuitions can sufficiently justify beliefs," and
(2) "how to explain the real possibility of rational intuitions."
Given that unstable dialectical situation, this book is an attempt to respond critically, directly, and decisively to the most important contemporary skeptical anti-rationalist attacks on intuitions and a priori knowledge in philosophy, and to defend "neo-rationalism" from a contemporary Kantian standpoint, with a special focus on the theory of rational intuitions and on solving its two core problems.

A reply to contemporary skepticism about intuitions and a priori knowledge, and a defense of neo-rationalism from a contemporary Kantian standpoint, focusing on the theory of rational intuitions and on solving the two core problems of justifying and explaining them.

The latter half of the 21st century, and ills mankind has grown used to for the past 75 years have proven a medical disaster. Cheap, throw-away cellular devices have contributed to the development of a species known as "C-Pheads," for the cell phone emissions that have impacted their heads in a way detrimental to cognitive reasoning. A full diet of genetically engineered food for a lifetime has reduced millions to uncaring, unfeeling, unnatural individuals. These are known as "G-Engines." Together, undergirded by mass use of a designer drug, the planet is replete with evil, vicious people. The only chance for the afflicted lies in the hands of the wise, almost spiritual developments of a boy born minutes after his esteemed great-grandfather's death. Babatunde Genelle is blessed with the impacting spirit of the wise old man, and builds a multi billion-dollar corporation whose main products reverse the impact of the global maladies.

The boys grew up in a most tumultuous era, the late 1960s into the even more turbulent 1970s, in a Washington, D.C. where remnants of segregation still predominated. They lived in a group of ramshackle public housing projects, and with external prodding, believed they could leave poverty and the projects through selling "joogie," or heroin, to finance their escape. In truth, all they managed to do was enslave many of their peers on the deadly substance, and additionally ensure an early, violent death for themselves.

From a very young age, these boys saw no way out of their Washington, D.C. public housing projects unless they sold drugs. But the young hustlers, by the time they reach adulthood, have wreaked havoc on their own neighborhood, generated thousands of dollars for others, and when checking their own "bank" for those who survive to adulthood, find they have nothing.

Internet dating in the D.C. Metropolitan area. SoccerMom1972 of Wheaton; SE Sheila of Anacostia; Stacked&Bound of the Palisades; The CandyLicker of 14th Street; Seasoned Suzanne of Arlington; WhiteChocolateandLavender of Oxon Hill; NattyDreads of Palmer Park; PiecesofDreams of Congress Park; LilNYSweety of Adams Morgan. Diversity of race, sexual desires, age and background. All frequenting on line dating sites with D.C. area connections. All in search of...something What WILL they find? Will their find be willing? Thrilling? Or perhaps chilling?

Why didn't they just pay their damn taxes? That question is asked of many in the film and recording industry who make millions in profits yet fail to keep abreast of their tax liabilities. Such was the case with Krystal Jackson, multi-platinum selling songstress from Washington, D.C. who excels, but barely avoids jail on tax evasion charges. Fortunately she quickly comes to realizes that a cousin with an accounting degree earned on line is not the person to be handling her millions in income, and she finally comes to terms with local and federal governments concerning her arrear taxes. Unfortunately, too many of her colleagues fail to realize that taxes are as certain as death, and some, worth millions on paper, find that their vast fortunes can buy little in the commissary of a federal penitentiary.

Why would a multi-platinum, multimillion-dollar earning recording artist devolve into what any critical analysis would describe as being an unrepentant cokehead? Certainly there are challenges unseen by an admiring public which most successful artists have to deal with constantly, almost 24-hours a day. Yet there are hundreds, thousands of artists who shun the use of illegal substances, and even those who avoid even consumption of alcohol. Sirena Lavesque, known around the world simply as Siren, was not one of them. After a near fatal overdose and months of rehab, Siren would recover and go on to build her own billion-dollar recording and performance empire. But her own near fatal experience would steel her towards any who so much as smoked a cigarette, including in time her own daughter.

Ricky Jackson had done it all, primarily along with his crew. He started drinking beer at the tender age of 14, moved on to marijuana and on occasion shot "joogie," or heroin, with his friends. But his friends kept on shooting joogie, and Ricky didn't particularly like the feel of being "comatose." But he found other highs on the streets of D.C.: Angel Dust; "Luv Boat" or Pcp; Dilaudids or "Ds;" Preludin/Bam. By the time he decided to try crack cocaine, all of his heroin-addicted friends were long dead. And he would be dead too, if he kept up the use of crack. _x000D__x000D_On a final, near fatal "voyage" on Pcp, called "Dippers" by this time, Ricky tripped back over all of the highs he had experienced in life, and in an almost mystical sojourn, he wrenched himself free from a lifetime of varietal drug use. His near fatalistic voyage had at last ended.