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         Helpful Hints in Logic 

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Helpful Hints in Logic

The other day I heard something that really offended me. I was so offended, I had to unfriend a number of people. I could no longer tolerate people saying things I vehemently disagreed with. I am committed to the truth. This commitment causes me to be extra sensitive to lies, which I can detect like an individual with a 6th sense. Take my word for it. I know a lie when I hear one, using my knowledge of the facts, which are factual, and the product of knowledge.


These “People,” (If you can call them that) were saying things that caused the hackles on the back of my neck to alert me, that “Truth!” was about to be attacked. A man can trust his hackles to be objective. I mean, if you can’t trust your hackles to keep on top of these things, what can you trust? Anyway. As I was saying, I was deeply offended. I’ve found the best way of dealing with this kind of evil is to not listen to anyone I disagree with. If I do this, my hackles let me know that everything is A-OK.


Think about it like a trial, where both sides—the prosecution and the defense—offer their version of events. Now, if you think the defendant is a scumbag, why listen to anything that contradicts your opinion? Clearly, your hackles are good enough. So, I just close my ears and that way, I find the peace that passes understanding. This does not limit my understanding, however, because, remember, I’ve got hackles, plus many other ways of intuiting the truth. In such cases, facts just get in the way. A man does not want to challenge his feelings about these matters, not if he wants to sleep, anyway.


The wonderful thing about this method is that you can also reverse the process. For instance, let’s say you really like the defendant. All you have to do is not listen to anything the prosecution has to say. And, once again, you’ll find the peace that passes understanding. Should you find that your hackles aren’t up to the task, you can use your age, income, IQ, racial affiliation, or personal experience to alert you to the truth. All of these will achieve the same end. And, you’ll have the peace that passes understanding, by understanding as little as possible. I hope that helps.


Sincerely, Malcolm X Y Chromosome The 3rd