Logic is a incomplete mental discipline and can only be helpful in artificially axiomatic and simplified situations.
All formal logic is circular. The premise(s) must be an axiom beyond question. So you need knowledge to get knowledge. This is why moral claims like “it’s bad to murder” are beyond logical examination. Any attempt will require an argument like “murder does harm” which relies on the moral claim that “it’s bad to harm”, and round and round we go.
Logic is a word game. Every semantic argument proves that controlling a definition can change the conclusion. A sort of alchemy where language shaped reality rather than being a description of it. As if you could drive home in the word car.
The Vulcan, making all decisions with logic alone would be paralyzed and helpless.
While what you wrote is very intelligent sounding, “doing harm is bad” isnt a moral statement. Harm by definition is bad outside of any system of morality. You can break down any situation into a set of logical proposals, but not without consequences. How much of an autist the gentleman in the picture is being is really what prevents him from clearly seeing the shittiness of his decision. Calling your hysterical wife that youre leaving after 15 years slave to the sunk cost fallacy isnt logic. It’s being a terrible person.
A decision can be objectively moral and the outcome can be objectively positive, and yet the enacting of the “correct” decision can still be done in such a way as to maximize harm, rather than minimize.
The person you respond to says that calling the wife a slave to the sunk cost fallacy is cruel, and that is correct. You shouldn’t measure only the logical, correct, desirable outcome, but also the compassion and humanity with which you attempt to realize that outcome.
If you know enough fallacy types you can basically regress any argument to a set of fallacies. Good job you now have the super power to suggest anything said by anyone is a fallacy. Go and use your powers for being extremely annoying and super counter productive.
This right here. Some motherfuckers here really going around pretending that precise language is bad because logic is unemotional? Not sure when emotional language ever helped bringing our fellings across to the another person. Quite ironic.
Of coure just blurting out “**** fallacy” to anyone in a conversqtion is fruitless.
Ah yes, the fruit fallacy. Just because someone walks around pretending to be a fallacy genius does not mean they aren’t a giant pussy too scared to open themselves up, and reveal their seed of truth.
I would say the opposite, it makes more sense to me to apply fallacies to arguments where as to apply it to a debate you probably have to isolate its main arguments and then apply it to those arguments individually
Or when objectivity is not called for. All those fallacies and "unfair strategies" are described as they are in order to keep objective discussions at said objective level. Yet, when the discussion by it's nature cannot be objective, none of those "fallacies" apply as fallacies.
Besides: An appeal is not a bad tactic in any way, shape or form.
This is the only time so far I’ve seen “fallacy fallacy” used correctly and not being used, ironically fallaciously, as if it automatically cancels out every fallacy in a person’s argument automatically making it valid.
Sounds like narcissistic tendencies, when you stop feeding them they come back.
Had an ex like this too, the moment I called her bluff and said I was going to grab boxes to move out she changed her tune since the power dynamic shifted. Then she wrapped the conversation around how we should try again and it wasn’t that big of a deal what I’d done, etc.
Most of them just don’t want to admit anything they’ve ever said was wrong so the perspective changes and gaslighting starts to creep in.
That whole power dynamic thing was insane. For nearly 3 years my ex would throw me out, call me back, sit up in the bed and say, “I just don’t love you anymore.” I’d go stay at my mom’s, cry myself to sleep, get a random message a few weeks later, “We can work it out. Come home. No sex or anything, we’ll just watch tv shows and spend time together.” Oh, seems to be going alright, BAM, “I don’t love you anymore. Leave.”
I told her one time, “you’re going to make me leave, I’m going to randomly bump into a woman who is going through the same shit I am, we’ll bond, and I won’t come home when you ask me to. You keep playing these games, eventually you’ll lose.”
Well, I met someone else. She lost her fucking mind. Instantly, all of the power she had over me jumped into my hands like a bolt of lightning. I didn’t want it. I just wanted the chaos to end. I wanted to move on with my life and try to rebuild it.
She nearly drove me insane. She did everything she could to run my girlfriend off. She texted her mother, told her all this crazy shit. She texted her friends, said I was an abusive monster and she was just concerned. She told me she’d kill herself if I didn’t come right away in the middle of the night. I was afraid she’d do it, she had already pulled so much of her hair out that she was nearly bald. She seriously lost her shit. The look on her face when she held that power, I had never seen it on her before. She knew she had it, and she used every ounce of it on a whim to see me squirm I think. The second she lost it she was reduced to an infant.
Humans are insane. That time in my life taught me lessons I wish I hadn’t learned, but I am glad I did. I believe I would handle it all better if it ever happened again.
Slowly going away. I remember, when I was a kid, out during the summer in the backyard. You would see so many of these little fuckers in every direction you look. Just all over the place. Now, during the summer, you are lucky to see one every few minutes.
Where I live they seem to come and go. Some years there’s literally zero, then a few years later there’ll be so many you almost don’t wanna go outside because they might get in your mouth. Although admittedly I haven’t seen the usual swarms lately either. It’s long overdue and yet they’re not here.
It’s a big change from when I was a kid, still living in this same area, but we had a consistent, manageable number of fireflies every year.
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