If you disagree with an argument, know precisely why you disagree with the argument. Usually it is in the reasoning. Point out flaws.

These days, opinions, misinformation, rhetoric and ideologies make things interestingly irritating, for sure, but they don’t change the way we come by Truth.  We cannot let lies, ideologies, and persuasive rhetoric overrun the basis of civilized societies.  Some may think that the basis of Truth is technology, but the technology and progress that we have achieved, and the achievements are amazing, have only been possible because people in the past have taken the time to fight and protect Truth and the method by which we come by it.  History will attest to this.  Disagreement is an open door to argument.

There is ample opportunity for disagreement and so there is ample opportunity to learn.  An argument often starts with a claim and then is followed by a response and so on.  This is the first thing that needs to change.  How?  Ask questions.

So, you disagree with someone and you have clarified and know what they are arguing.  First, ask for all of their reasons, and then concentrate on one reason at a time.  There are three things to concentrate on: the quality of the reason itself, if the reason supports the argument, and how well the reason relates to the argument.

Afterwards, take note of any flaws and and point them out.  There are many ways of doing this, but a particular favorite method of mine is to simply follow the implications of a particular flaw to its reasonable conclusion, which if it is wrong will contradict the argument’s given conclusion.

“When an opportunity presents itself wait for the argument or ask what it is. A statement by itself is not an argument.”

We all know the type, and we all have been in those situations when someone says something prefaced by “I don’t want to argue, but…”  We all know that there is an argument there somewhere, and sometimes we have a choice, but sometimes we don’t.  We can choose to leave it alone and let it pass, but more and more we have a duty to dig a little deeper.  Often “I don’t want to argue, but…” simply means “I want to continue believing that I am correct.”  It is these times that it is our duty to dig a little deeper.

We all make claims all of the time and when we do, we must have evidence to support those claims.  Claims demand evidence.  It is not enough to make claims warranted by “I heard that…”, or “I read somewhere…”.  If that is the case, just don’t make the claims.  But when someone else supports their claims with such vague reasoning, our duty is simple: it’s time to dig.

“Where exactly did you hear/read that?”

If they don’t know, then there is no argument, and make that clear.  Don’t let things slide

The next step is on you.  An argument is a set of claims, not just one.  Some of the claims must be the evidence and that evidence must lead to a clear statement, the basis of the argument; the conclusion.  Sometimes the conclusions are prefaced by hedges like “I’m just saying…”, or “I don’t know, but…”  Listen to the words and reply accordingly.

“So, you don’t necessarily believe what you are saying?”  or,

“You don’t know, but you believe that…”

Often lies, ideological, and rhetorical claims are hidden with vague uses of language and therefore it is important for us to be precise both in our expectations of others and our expectations of ourselves.

Good luck!

A bit of logic goes a long way in a world full of baseless claims and outright lies.  There is a way to decipher information from misinformation, a way to counter the attacks on truth.  This method is often looked over in favor of persuasion, passed by for blind rhetoric.  Logic is as old as the hills, but not quite so old as lying.

Even in times of pandemics, truth must be defended against those that would dismiss it as useless, or worse, as unimportant opinions.  There are plenty of opportunities for us all to defend the honor of truth and it is becoming our duty to do so.

We cannot let lies define who we are.  We cannot let ideologies lead us into the abyss.

When an opportunity presents itself wait for the argument or ask what it is.  A statement by itself is not an argument.

If you recognize the argument, ask for evidence.  Don’t be afraid to ask, and have evidence for your own arguments.  If you don’t have evidence, simply admit your ignorance.  It’s easy.

If you disagree with an argument, know precisely why you disagree with the argument.  Usually it is in the reasoning.  Point out flaws.

Be firm, and be exact, but don’t be rude.  Rely on truth and not persuasion.  Rely on and expect inherent consistencies in yours and others arguments, and not an anger, emotion and rhetoric.  Do not give in to fear or intimidation.  If you lose a friend, they weren’t a friend in the first place.

Most importantly, speak up against misinformation and lies in every situation.  It is more important than ever these days.

I.

In these days of quarantine, worry, mixed information and lack thereof, there is a ray of hope, there must always be a ray of hope.  And there is, not to sound cynical.

As the toilet paper disappears and masked misanthropes wander, there seems to be newly found wonder in the world.  The machine seems to be idle, for once.

As those typical old rants of economic restraint and essentiality fill the airwaves and our ears we seem to feel the faint breeze of comfort and slowness.

Let the motor madness idle.  Let us take a long look at what we’ve built, and let us question, for once, what we are told.  Let us redefine rule and turn our backs on the delusion of the possession of progress by those who would turn the screws even tighter.

We can all learn from a virus, but not from history? We must, however, learn from history and accept Camus’ Plague for what it is: a little lesson of human humility.

II.

Corona is defined as a crown, the prince, the leader, and the many are told to accept the monarch as our own, but acceptance must be prefaced by prise.  There is no honor in the crown of a buffoon King that escapes definition.

Tolerance for the inevitable is necessary, but forbearance for foolishness is never to be acknowledged.

We must protect ourselves from corona, from the crown’s crimes that would have us bow before it.  We must tolerate our detachment, but not the cold-hearted clowns that paint the ugly smiles that stare at us through the windows.

Detached but not separated must be the way, even through the dark deluge of dishonesty that the crown brings to the king corona, to the decency of people everywhere that simply want a chance to live peacefully among the jackals who wear leopard robes of treachery.

The room is getting small, but I don’t care.  My eyes are wider, I think to myself as the walls move ever closer.  The bottle seems empty although the screw top is securely fastened and the liquor is level with the neck.  I’m nervous.

Soon this has got to be over but it’s only been six days.  Six days of being told no by people who don’t know.  Six days of toilet paper and invisible demons, zombies walking the streets afraid of the very brains they eat.  Six days of Mitch and the boys blurting out shit-stained sentences about nothing that no one cares about.

It doesn’t help that I don’t care.  It doesn’t help that my mind is a blur with thoughts of the apocalypse.  The end of the world is a welcome change from this tedium.  I’ll need to remember my machete, just in case.

I’ll go for a bike ride.  It’s safe in my helmet.

Beer is running low, but there’s three pounds of coffee in the freezer.  I’ll have to make run.  I’ll dig a grave for my sanity on the way out.  Oh, never mind, there isn’t time.

No matter the guise; no matter the government; no matter the cause: I am there.  I am there with my smile and my promises; and you listen as I talk.  I talk and continue to speak as the blood runs from your ears and tears role from your eyes.  I will speak.

The words will float at first, and then as the heaviness begins to sink in they will turn to stones.  They will burn your skin, but you will cease to not believe.  They will burrow like a tick; they will crawl with unrelenting fervor and as they eat away at all hope: I will speak.

My eyes look at nothing; my mind thinks no thoughts;  I am empty and that is my strength: the void that was my humanity was given away long ago.  My suit is clean and my hands are dirty.  My shoes are polished as I step over the remnants of my integrity and all of our possibilities.

My law is my master; my words are my weapons. I have a heart of gold.

There is danger in every crevice, in every corner, and I feel it in my bones.  Security is my goal, the ever-allusive safety that I am promised by those that would keep me safe.  I will pay the cost, not because I must, but because the darkness of ignorance suits me.

I need a weapon; I need a camera;  I need to know that the weapons of evil or quelled by the lights of heaven.  I need to know that all is well as I sit in my room alone with my fears.  Change must be ceased; progress must be stifled; smiles must be turned.

As age creeps up, as all things do, with a menace in its eyes and evil in its heart, my right is safety and my liberty is an illusion.  Death, the ultimate enemy, must not win and just as security against the devils of the world must be strengthened so must the security against the abyss that I imagine.

I will pay the price, and will force you to do the same.

Within the books of philosophy are the secrets of all knowledge and wisdom that make us human.  I know that they are ignored for the fanfare of glitter and shiny toys and yet I persist.  Some call it a waste of time and energy but I must learn to smile and crack a joke at my own expense or be taken as arrogant.

I revel in science, but am not a scientist.  The analytical is paramount, but I am not a business man.  I follow words as if they are a rare and beautiful animal but am not a poet; logic not literature.

With the shadows dancing on the walls I point out the wooden puppets and yet I am the fool; I will accept this, but only with time.  I must find warmth in loneliness and comfort in the dark fortitude of Truth.

The ideas dance in my head, connected so clearly by the logic that bounds us all.  The ideas are clear but the terms are vague and misunderstood; misused, philosophy is a weapon of enormous magnitude and dismissed as a toy by most.

I am that person that sits silently in a corner, perhaps a glass of scotch in one hand and a book in another.  I have given up on the world of society and it on me.  But that is OK, only because it has been so for thousands of years.