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Fallacies

Overheard at a house-warming party:

Drunk blogger: Well, I’ve been called an ‘Islamophobe’ and an ‘anti-semite’ on my blog, so…
Drunk non-blogger: … you’re just the bigot in the middle?

The fallacy of the blogger here, of course, is to assume that the two positions attributed to him are mutally exclusive, and therefore cancel each other out. This is not the case at all, as his respondent was so quick to point out.
Its an extension of that argument which says that if you are against position x (say, the invasion of Iraq) you are necessarily supportive of position y (the regime of Saddam), which doesn’t quite capture the true nature of the situation. The fallacy begins when we assume that these arguments are binary, zero-sum problems. Our politicians (supported by their cohorts in the media) are very good at promoting these falsehoods. “You’re either with us or against us”. Buy into the way they have framed the debate, and your argument is already lost.
And yes, dear reader: I was that blogger.

Stalinist Santa?

Tis now the season to be jolly, so I have posted something festive over at The Sharpener: Would you let this man into your home?
It concerns the politics of Father Christmas, who by my analysis is a dangerous Stalinist. If you think he is of a different political hue, then please do visit The Sharpener and set me straight.

Update

Now reproduced in full, below.

There’s a crude and simple way to distinguish, should you care to, your right from your left. Waistlines.

I’ve been reading Paul’s polemic, which states that Left-wingers are fatter than Right-wingers. It occurs to me that Father Christmas is a well-known fat bastard, famous for (among other things) scoffing mince-pies and slurping sherry that is not his own, at fire-places up and down this land. He would definitely be a ‘Lefty’ by Paul’s criteria.
This hypothesis is certainly backed up by other facts too. He wears red tunic, long time favourite colour of the revolutionary left. And of course he is interested in the systemised redistribution of presents, in apparent disregard of market forces.
Don’t let that beard and Norwegian charm fool you. This guy is no hippie. He is a dangerous authoritarian. If you do not conform to his insidious conception of ‘nice’ you risk being classified ‘naughty’ and denied basic presents. Everyone is kept under surveillance, parents are turned into informants on their own children and Santa catalogues the good deeds and the bad. What is more, he can only deliver his presents if he keeps a comprehensive computerised database of names and chimney locations. It is only a matter of time before this information is shared with the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny, and before you know it a cheeky request on a Christmas list from five years ago could see you lose all profits from your tooth harvest.
Its not as if the system fosters any kind of equality anyway. We all know that although Santa’s ‘presents for all populism might appear to treat each case on its merits, but when the service is applied on the ground we find evidence of blatant institutional racism. It is a well-known fact that Father Christmas is less likely to visit children from Muslim, Hindu and Sikh families. Yes yes, we’ve all heard the excuse about a lack of available chimneys, but I notice that Santa will gladly slip in through the French windows for middle-class atheist families. He is also happy to pocket the filthy shill from Coca-cola Company for corporate sponsorship, but do you see the elves getting a pay-rise? No, the fat bastard Father Christmas is a Lefty in name only.
Time was when young people would have cared about the questionable ethics of their largest benefactor. But not this generation. Oh no. The ‘me’ generation too busy talking about X-boxes and X-factor to even consider whether Santa’s seal-skin boots were bought Fair Trade or not. They see the presents dangled in front of their eyes, and once again they fall for his patter. They will let him into their bedrooms, and there is nothing the parents can do about it. Only when Santa has sledged off into the night sky will the parents be called to sort out the misery in his wake. Once again, the cumbersome, centralised, present giving system will not have supplied batteries for the presents, and decent, hard-working parents will be called in to pick-up the tab.

If you have a complaint about this blog…

The dirtector of the Press Complaints Commission, Tim Toulmin, thinks blogs need a ‘voluntary code of conduct’. (h/t John Band)
We already have one. Call it society, culture, or just good manners if you will, we are governed by the same code of conduct as the rest of society.
Although Blogistan (or The Blogosphere if your prefer) may look intimidating to anyone involved with organised media… we are, in fact, a collection of individuals. We have no more power than we do as individuals, and (unlike companies, charities and associations) we have no more legal protection than we do as individuals. We do not need to be regulated any more than we do as individuals.

But unless there was a voluntary code of conduct there would be no form of redress for people angered at content.

There is a form of redress, Mr Toulmin. My comments box is open, and I respectfully invite you to redress yourself there. My readers shall consider your point-of-view, and if they agree with you over me, then I shall probably lose credibility with one or both of them.
If you find yourself strangely under-satiated, then you could try the libel court, or perhaps arrest me for incitement to something-or-other. If that doesn’t work, then I haven’t actually done anything legally wrong. I am sorry, but you therefore do not deserve redress. I shall continue to wave a metaphorical wanker sign at you, from accross the proverbial street, and there is nothing you can do about it.
WANK, Germany
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Charity mugging, Christmas style

A correspondent writes:

Have you been afflicted by this new innovation, of charities sending you a pack of five to ten Christmas cards, and expecting you to make a donation?
Some are worse than others in the gifts-for-money stakes. From one particular charity I have had the umbrella, slippers, a bag a blanket and today the Christmas cards. I am also awash with labels telling me who I am and where I live.
The card phenonemon seems to be shooting other charities in the foot – I honestly have had five today from Feed My People, five yesterday from Water and Food for Africa, a few weeks back five of one size from some diabetes charity, and the next day five of the same designs, slightly larger, from the same charity!

How come no-one ever sends me this swag!?

Digested

A couple of my posts from the past year have made it into the 2007 blog digest, edited by Justin McKeating of Chicken Yoghurt fame.

“A brilliant collection” – Boris Johnson
“the only book I’ve ever read that covers mint sauce and the war in Iraq. Genius.” – Emma Kennedy

My two posts are ‘Encountering the Submerged’, and ‘Why Are We Wasting Our Time With This Shit?’. Both were written and posted fairly spontaneously in response to things that actually happened, which rather blows my Heisenblogged thesis out the water.

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