16 February 2018

An Argument from Ignorance

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In October 2017 Patrick S Tomlinson proffered a scenario forcing pro-life people to choose between saving a child and saving some embryos and then declares that “everyone agrees” that a child is worth an infinite number of human embryos. Like most hypotheticals, it’s phrased to force you to choose between mutually exclusive propositions. This is a “heads I win, tails you lose” argument, a Kobiashi Maru. It is impossible for Thomlinson to be wrong, therefore it’s not scientific. It’s an ethics argument, and his entire basis lies in having a different ethos than respondents. Mephistophelian values are not my values, so I reject the premise of your argument as well as the terms concomitant therewith. In fact, I would probably solve the Kobiashi Maru the same way that Kirstie Allie did in Star Trek II and die trying to save everyone. Once you’ve removed Option C (die trying to save both) from consideration, it forces a choice in which I don’t actually happen to believe. Then you pat yourself on the back for forcing us to choose between bad and worse and excoriating us for not following our conscience. Remember that villains are those who issue this kind of ultimatum, not the sophisticated or virtuous.

Mr. Thomlinson proudly maintains that nobody has offered a viable solution. BY viable, he means one that meets with HIS ideals. He dismisses all contenders with an air of smug satisfaction and destroys other people for having a different opinion than his because the way he’s phrased the hypothetical, it’s impossible for his ideological opponents to not come off as hypocrites. His pseudo intellectualism is bound up in logical fallacies like Ad hoc ergo proctor hoc: If you don’t’ save the embryos and save the child, you are lying about life being concomitant with conception, and if you save the embryos but not the child, you can’t possibly care about people. Well, if someone has to die, I can’t possibly be expected to prove I care about all people, but then again, neither does Thomlinson. He doesn’t care about the respondents. The challenge, like his logic, is flawed, because it sets out to destroy the belief system of the respondent without replacing it with one the respondent considers an acceptable alternative. “you play by my rules” he declares, and then he mocks you when he wins using rules skewed towards the house. Wow, how clever. His premise is based on the argument that his definition of life is superior, but his definition seems simply to be “an embryo isn’t life”. Well, what is life? When does it begin? Is he claiming that it doesn’t begin until you’re five? I hear that life begins at 50. What makes his definition better than mine other than it happens to be his definition and he thinks he’s smarter than everyone else because nobody has come up with a logical answer to an emotional hyperbole.

Liberals are like everyone else in one important way. They’re human and flawed too, and the argument can be made that they don’t care about people either. Let’s change the challenge to be two different five year old kids at two ends of the building. One is a kid related to the liberal and the other is a stranger. Which kid does the liberal save if he is FORBIDDEN to save both? If the liberal argument is legit, then he would have the same percentage of saying the stranger and the relative, but we all know from human behavior that people preferentially preserve people they know and like. Ergo, you would see statistically that the liberals will not treat the stranger the same as the known child. You could conclude therefore that liberals do not care about all life equally, which he will protest, but if you are not allowed to die trying to save both, it’s impossible in this scenario to successfully argue that you do, just like the hypothetical he created where neither outcome successfully argues that a pro-lifer is pro life. He is FORCED to let someone die. He is forbidden to die trying to save everyone. Odd.

Tomlinson’s argument is based on the principle of sacrifice, but he is asked to sacrifice nothing in issuing the challenge. The simple fact is that decisions are made all the time where a sacrifice is made for practical or preferential purposes. It is not practical to preserve embryos. I don’t know how to store them, transport them, or raise them, but it is easy to find someone to raise the child and somewhere to store him. People who argue against the pro-life movement are not willing to make sacrifices. They usually like to make choices without consequences, ergo the rationalization at every turn for abortion. Sometimes they will clothe their naked villainy in odd old ends stolen forth from holy writ and seem the saint when most they play the devil, claiming they don’t want the as yet unborn kid to be in a disadvantaged life. Really, they don’t want to be disadvantaged. Remember that Barack Obama, Nobel Laureate, and hero of the liberal left once said he didn’t want his daughters PUNISHED WITH A BABY. That’s the difference between Tomlinson and me. Babies are punishments to him. They are an opportunity for me to share in the creative power with my Maker. We simply cannot see eye to eye in this scenario because we value and define life differently.

The liberal argument also revolves around the needs of the many outweighing the needs of the few or the one. Yet, that math doesn’t add up when it comes to Tomlinson’s hypothetical. Mathematically speaking, he should be defending the feti, because they are many rather than the child who is one. However, liberals usually do what benefits THEM. Hence this challenge, which is not to benefit respondents but to validate Tomlinson as being a wizard of smart who saved believers from their false and farcical faith. In fact, Tomlinson claims that a child is worth millions of unborn, which is completely contrary to the argument aforementioned. It relies on what he calls a “life”. Those embryos aren’t going to cry as he leaves them behind or stare at him as he runs away or have their parents sue him for not saving them, but if he abandons the child, he runs that risk. In typical fashion, emotion will overcome mathematics, and he will save the child who looks like a human because he doesn’t want to see that child’s face haunt him until he dies. What if there are more human cells in the “embryo” collection than in the child? The needs of the many? When it comes down to brass tacks, the liberal argument always devolves into emotion over reason. It is not reasonable to save the embryos when more can and will be made, unless you consider that those might be the embryos of an infertile couple who paid good money for them and doesn’t get another chance. It is not reasonable to try to save both because that might cost you your life. Well, isn’t that just selfish? Who are we kidding? This isn’t about the kids. It’s about the person posing the hypothetical and the trap he creates for the unwitting person who believes differently from him.

There are people who might actually choose the embryos if we know more about them and do so legitimately. I know fairly well a number of couples who relied on fertility clinics to even conceive. It’s exorbitantly expensive to get one of these, and if one of those were mine, I would probably want to save them, and in doing so save thousands of other embryos to the benefit of people I don’t know or like since I can’t tell them apart. I know a student who was able to have a child because of something I taught in class. Don’t tell me that her child is less important than the child of a stranger she doesn’t know and might dislike. I didn’t know any of my nieces as embryos, but I know their parents, and I know that those parents never doubted they were carrying a living vessel inside them. They were excited to see the organs and then limbs form. They got to create life, and who is Tomlinson to deny them that hope? If you think that those kids would be better off in stem cell research, you have no heart. Each of these kids, just like the helpless animals liberals always want to rescue, has a distinct and endearing personality. I would do anything to save these little girls born to my brothers, and given what I know about them, if I knew an embryo in that vial belonged to one of them, you bet your touchas I’d leave that five year old child behind to save my own possible relative. Who is Tomlinson to decide that the emotional and financial capital expended by those whose embryos he expects us to doom to death are not worthy of saving? Who is he to decide what is human and who is worthy? Who is he to decide that my faith is bunk? Whose beliefs am I supposed to have? This tyrant of a man has essentially established a scenario hoping to impose his beliefs on others. He has spent a considerable amount of time preparing, postulating, and phrasing his argument to make it impossible for a respondent to give an answer he finds acceptable without sacrificing their own beliefs. Then he demands a coherent and cogent response from the uneducated and unprepared, and when they fail to meet his arbitrary standard, he declares them inept and rejoices at making them feel low. When we were young, that kind of behavior was the behavior, not of the enlightened, but of the bully, and it is just as worthy of scorn here as then. The infertile couples who long for children they can never bear probably cannot articulate what that one human embryo that might become their child is worth to them. To Tomlinson, it’s completely worthless, just like his logic. The Kobiashi Maru is ultimately a test of character.

14 February 2018

True Love Follows Forever

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Since I got divorced, I've been single every Valentine's Day except once. I was sad to discover during the day that so many of the people about whom I care and who I respect didn't have any exciting plans tonight either. Some of those people were married, but many of them are also single. You may feel differently than I do about what matters in life, but for my part, it's the people in my life who made the difference, and every person I loved who isn't there anymore constitutes a void I feel sometimes very acutely on windy, rainy days like today. It's been almost a year since I saw or heard from some people who were important, and for the rest, it's been a great deal longer. I don't really expect to hear from most of them; unlike most people i meet, my exes don't come back or really ever talk to me again (unless they have nowhere else to turn for help or money). Usually Valentines Day sucks for me for that reason. It felt different this year.

Most of our conversations and relationships with people lack substance. We don't really know that many of our neighbors or friends, and most of us wouldn't dare impose on them on a day like this anyway. Partly that's on us; partly it's because we don't want to remind them they're alone on the "day of love". I talked to two fairly attractive students today that I know, neither one of whom has actually been in a class with me, but I didn't do so with an ulterior motive. Sure I was open, but I didn't talk to them because I wanted a date tonight, and they didn't make any offer to change that or find out what my plans were. The people with whom I spoke the most were the managers at Burger King when I stopped to pick up some cheeseburgers for my "date" because it's so very rare to see a bunch of managers all working together. They were sour a bit, but I think it resonated when i pointed out that their associates are young people for whom this day is very important. The rest of conversations I had were with men I know at work who don't apparently have anyone either. Some of them were also glad to have 'dates' like mine.

I feel odd that I have longer relationships with other things than with people. You know I have an unhealthy emotional attachment to my 1995 Saturn. When I left work, I ran my hand along the trim, patted Car2D2 on the dash and said, "Hello old friend". Interestingly enough, every relationship I've ever had, and everyone I've ever taken on a date with whom I wanted a relationship has been a passenger in that car. Every. Single. One. My entire life is represented in that car. It's been everywhere I've been if I didn't have to fly there first, and everyone important in my life or whom I hoped would be important who had the opportunity has sat in it, whether they wanted to or not. Former students know that my Saturn is part of my identity. Most of my friends know the rest. I am also heavily attached to and grateful for my beagle, who is also my valentine. Boy was he ecstatic when I walked through the door with cheeseburgers. He has been with me for every relationship I've had since I was married. He is sitting there right now on the minky blanket my mom made him for Christmas keeping me company, and later he'll go sleep in my closet on my socks and towels to keep me company. I have learned more about love from this dog and this car than from all of the flapping fish and the girls I've loved put together. No matter what happens, that dog adores me. If I hurt him or ignore him, he forgives me as if I never gave an offense, especially when I did it accidentally. He is grateful for every bit of attention, every treat, every walk, every time I go over and scratch his ears or rub his tummy. As for the car, I learned that when you have a problem, you don't trash something you love and replace it. You find out what's wrong and then you work until you repair the damage. Last weekend my mom let slip how much she's worried about me when the dog dies. I think this dog and this car are competing to see who can last longer in my life, but mom is correct- when they are no longer staples of my existence, I'll be a different person.  Here's a picture of my two loves- my beagle in my Saturn:


Earlier this morning I surprised myself by being more excited for the happiness of all my exes and would-be exes than you might expect. In addition to wishing them all a Happy valentines day indirectly on twitter, I also took to prayer and asked God to help them all have a happy day, even to include women I don't like who have tried to wreck my life. I mean, I'm not necessarily interested in seeing them per se, but I don't really get anything from wishing them ill, seeing them suffer, or watching them ache. I know God loves them, even if I don't know why or how, and many of them found people who love them too, so I hope they're happy. Ok, so maybe it rained this morning, but it could still be a beautiful day for them in less literal ways, and I hope it was. My mom is the only person who said anything uplifting to me, but the dog purred when I rubbed him, and the car sounded like a 22 year old car should probably sound, and when I got to my house everything was in order, and I had a good time eating cheeseburgers by candlelight and watching Damn Yankees with my beagle. He just enjoyed my company. He went deaf about a year ago, so even if cares about what's on TV, he can't hear it.

Today was a pleasant and quiet day for me. It's probably the first Valentine's Day in years when I wasn't upset to be single. Am I stoked about that? Not even close, but I have a dog who loves me no matter what for the rest of his life and a car on whom I've been able to rely for years. Maybe that changes tomorrow, but love, true love will follow you forever. Truelove is forever. So all of you out there looking for love, hoping you have it, and hoping that those you love return your love, I'm with you. I hope what you have is real. I hope what you have is wonderful. I hope it changes your life for the better. I love God and love that He gave me things to make my life better. For those who I loved and lost, I thought about you all today, even if you're in another town and someone tries to lay you down, I hope you're happy and that today was a good day.

05 February 2018

USF Tempest Review

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Friday night, as I am apt each spring, I attended the Utah Shakespeare Festival's tour when it came to campus. This year, they performed something out of the normal rotation and curiously enough chose "The Tempest". I participated in the discussion after the fact, and two members of the troupe thanked me for the comments I made, and I decided to share them here because well it's relevant to this blog and its purpose. They asked us about the theme of the play, what we took from it, and I got something different than everyone else.

Prospero pontificates aloud as he decides what to do with the shipwrecked enemies cast ashore on the island where he has been living with his daughter for 12 years. He mentions that "The rarer action is / In virtue than in vengeance" (Act V Scene i). For me, that is the denouement of this play. First of all, it comes very near the end of the play after the things with which most people are familiar occur (the monster, the lovers, and the second plot to overthrow the Queen of Sicily) and complicate things at the climax. Some of these are already unraveling, but Prospero still holds the strings of fate. At this moment, it lies within his hand to decide whether to return justice for the privations he suffered or to do and be better than those whose fates depend on the decision he makes. Prospero realizes in this monologue that it could portend far better for all for him to do justice, and better still it ends better for EVERYONE in the play. Nobody dies. Families are restored. Ills are forgiven. Captives are released. The Tempest is one of Shakespeare's plays where everyone actually lives happily ever after. It becomes possible only when Prospero decides on the virtuous response instead of the vengeance which occasioned the tempest and subsequent shipwreck in the first place.

I doubt most people understand this when they see, read, or think about The Tempest. Certainly, the USF troupe members seemed to have not thought of this before I mentioned it. Sure, they think of forgiveness, but this is actually a happy ending. For everyone. Virtue usually is the only way everyone gets the very best ending. Sure, Prospero's brother, forgiven though he may be for taking the Dukedom of Milan, lives under threat that Prospero will reveal his subterfuge to overthrow Sicily, but even Prospero and his daughter advance, for this was the only virtuous way for Prospero's house to also rule Sicily and advance in gentry rank. Nobody was hurt. Everyone lives. How many of Shakespeare's plays end this way? How many people do what is virtuous? What do we do when virtuous actions don't lead to a better state? Do we really think about what's best for everyone or just for ourselves?

For my part, I'm glad the USF took a departure from the tried and true cadre of plays portrayed on tour. I'm not really a big fan of The Tempest, but that's because of the speed and ease with which the children of Milan and Sicily get together. Prospero's daughter reminds me of a woman I once loved dearly, who loved me for me, who wanted to marry me, and so it is always hard for me to see that particular way in which two people live happily ever after. I do my very best to be my very best, and sometimes when I am my very best, you can't tell because things don't necessarily go visibly better for me. I did not get the girl. I did not get restored to my Dukedom. I don't become wealthier or recover lost friends. However, Shakespeare's outcome depends on all the characters placing compassion and vulnerability on the table and letting go of our desire to control and be validated. At the end, Prospero relinquishes his power, announces that all the powers he retains are the poor ones of his animal frame. Sometimes it's important to see people let things go, to stop demanding and controlling others, to set them free. Sure, we all like that to work out for us, and sometimes it does, but more importantly, Prospero gains no net increase. Unlike Job, he isn't more powerful or wealthy or respected. The advances come to those he loves- his daughter and new son in law. It is a play about sacrifice for those you love that actually works out. It's essentially, "I hope you're happy even if you're not mine".

Over the years since 2012 when I started going to these plays, the price has gone up but the quality has not diminished. I was sad to see the small audience size. I was sad that there wasn't anyone I wanted to invite. I was sad when it ended, because The Tempest makes the case in the end, once you get past the costumes and the quotes and all the other pageantry to a man who decides on virtue, which is so very rare. Maybe if more people decided to do as Prospero we could enjoy more prosperity.