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Pacey says:
I’m beginning to think that stupid people are indeed rational, but what they do is deceive themselves by asking themselves questions so that they can arrive at the answers they want rationally. It is a way of framing the discussion.
For instance, when it comes to belief in deities, a believer will not ask themselves critically what is the best evidence. Moreover, they will ask themselves questions that will land them into a cognitive loophole where there the existence can be rationally believed. Such people may throw the onus onto others to come up with a non-deity universe and play gotcha with any gaps in the presented theory, falsely believing that the deity-filled universe is a default condition. Others will invoke Pascal’s Wager, a risk aversion method contingent on the possibility of a vengeful deity actually existing. Many point to the popular belief in deities as evidence they are onto something, or that belief in deities is persistent over time as a good reason to believe. The commonalities between these is that they stop asking questions once they’ve rationally reached the answer they wanted to get to all along, in this case that their favourite deity exists, but then resist to rationally analyze and criticize their conclusions.
Using reason to support poor decisions is quite pervasive among intelligent people. People who are depressed will explain their depression as a result of a series of equations that all rationally support, say, personal failure, and ignore or discount all personal triumphs because they would rationally detract from the conclusion of the depressed mind.
Commonly, global warming proponents will employ the highest levels of reason, not to criticize, examine, and strengthen their own position, but to weaken vigorous skeptics. Too often, environmentalists will use the very logical fallacies and exploit the same deceptive rhetorical devices that they would reflexively point out in their opponents. In many cases, environmentalists closely resemble rational theists in the argumentative tactics.
One of the most perplexing, yet common, situations where intelligent people deceive themselves is use of their credit card. Sadly, these practices are well known to creditors who allow and encourage their customers to lead themselves to financial destruction. Most people understand how interest works, and that debts accelerate rapidly, and they do so coolly and rationally. However, at the point of purchase, these same rational thinking people will employ self-deceptive techniques to rationalize frivolous spending (“…but, I deserve this”, “so what? I’m already in debt”, “I’ll make up the difference later”, “the kids are worth it”, “the Jones’ need to know that I can do it too”). In fact, many financial planners and accountants (who calculate debits and credits professionally) cannot apply what they do to escape their own financial ruin. Creditors love to know that their customers are fooling themselves (albeit rationally, and often with the best of intentions) into forking over lifetimes of cash, but it is so sad, really. Rarely is the debt actually worth the reward.
In posting this, I asked myself “was this the best way I could make my point in this blog?” So, I looked in the mirror, asked, and the mirror responded “Yes, yes it is, and you look fabulous”. I then rationally deduced that I had satisfied all criteria in posting.
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Pacey Says:
Random Thoughts from American Idol:
-I believe this season was Simon Cowell’s first exposure to a Mormon. When David A. picked a seemingly obscure song (“You’re The Voice”), he seemed to accuse David of having been coached to pick such an odd song. That song is actually used prominently in Mormon dances, and I’m certain David A. knows all the words by heart.
Consider the daffodil. And while you're doing that, I'll be over here, looking through your stuff.
If you ever drop your keys in a river of molten lava, let them go because man they're gone.
If you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe you'll look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy.
If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.
I wish a robot would get elected president. That way, when he came to town, we could all take a shot at him and not feel too bad.
When I was a kid my favorite relative was Uncle Caveman. After school we'd all go play in his cave, and every once in a while he would eat one of us. It wasn't until later that I found out that Uncle Caveman was a bear.
If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is, "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is, "Probably because of something you did."
Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it's head with a note that says "You." After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.
It takes a big man to cry, but it takes an even bigger man to laugh at that man.
Children need encouragement. If a kid gets an answer right, tell him it was a lucky guess. That way he develops a good, lucky feeling.
If you're in the war, instead of throwing a hand grenade at some guys, throw one of those little baby-type pumpkins. Maybe it'll make everyone think of how crazy war is, and while they're thinking, you can throw a real grenade.
When you go in for a job interview, I think a good thing to ask is if they ever press charges.
If God dwells inside us, like some people say, I sure hope he likes enchiladas, because that's what he's getting.
I remember as a boy watching my grandfather get up early every Saturday morning, put on his fishing gear and go down to the river to fish. He'd come home in the afternoon and we'd all laugh at him. However we weren't laughing when he came back one day with a hooker he picked up in town.
I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
One good thing about hell, at least, is that you can probably pee wherever you want to.
As the light changed from red to green to yellow and back to red again, I sat there thinking about life. Was it nothing more than a bunch of honking and yelling? Sometimes it seemed that way.
If I ever get real rich, I hope I'm not real mean to poor people, like I am now.
The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we'd all pile into the car - I forget what kind it was - and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you.
Like them or not there are thousands of seagulls on Canadian beaches. These squabbling birds seem to spend all of their time befouling the sea, sand, docks, children and every possible surface you might try to eat on or sit upon. Most people tolerated them as pests much like rodent’s shooing them away and steering clear of their contaminated fecal matter. But when a seagull proudly displays a starfish as its catch of the day crowds of people will stand and watch in awe as this mighty hunter stuffs the ridged, calcified, five armed starfish into its narrow bird beak.
What is the trick the gull is using to get the starfish down its throat? Digestive juices! The gulls will put one arm of the star into the back of their throats and the digestive enzymes in the gut are brought up into contact with the starfish’s arm, theses acidic juices act to slowly but surely soften the hard exterior. Once soft the gull maneuvers the next arm to its throat to soften. The bad news for the starfish is that is not necessarily dead while all this digesting is taking place. Once all 5 arms are nice and limp the gull will fold the starfish in half exposing the centre of the star to its digestive juices!
Other than their clearly entertaining value it is not obvious what seagulls provide as far as helping to maintain balance in the ecosystem. After some digging I found a few reports that suggest the parasites are spread by the gulls act to control snail populations. http://www.news.cornell.edu/stories/Aug06/ShoalsResearch.kr.html this group is spending hard earned research dollars to determine how gulls impact snails among other things. Eating the things that eat vegetation helps protect against loss of vegetation. But Gulls go one step further, by limiting the reproductive capacity of the critters they were too full to eat protecting the vegetation in their habitat.
These territorial birds are opportunistic eaters that will eat anything they get their beaks on - but once they find a reliable food source in their territory and establish a way to get it down they eat it almost exclusively. Apparently once they become a starfish eater they are always a starfish eater. They will of course still be open to an easy meal of unfinished fries or even a ketchup package!