or, The Philosophers Stoned
the_mishka pointed out, during the excellent dinner party she and
jaegerbeast spearheaded at the Clarendon Silver Diner last night, the existence of the word 'ignosticism,' a non-belief system that holds that even agnostics claim too much knowledge about the existence of 'god.'
Now, I have the utter respect for people whose job it is to sit around inventing and then lamenting philosophical problems (usually turning on clever manipulations of language and meaning... they're basically the corporate attorneys of human understanding, but so far nobody's really caught on and lynched them). But friggin' yikes: this term is annoying and I want no part of it. The sentence 'An ignostic cannot even say whether he/she is a theist or an atheist until a better definition of theism is put forth' (from Wikipedia) is sophistry: theism could be defined as the belief in an old guy with a white beard on a throne in the sky, belief in the Force, belief in Santa Claus, or belief that, every time a box of Ritz crackers is sold in a Giant Supermarket with no broken crackers inside, an angel gets a blowjob. What does 'better definition of theism' even mean? (Falsifiable? See below.) Wait, I have one: God is me. Ding ding ding! I'm a theist! (Or 'God is I': I'm a theist and a SNOOT.)
The position seems an utterly made-up one that no human could truly be said to hold except in formal debates or on the grounds of super-principled logical orneriness: i.e., playing Spock. I don't therefore believe that ignostics exist. Call me an anignosticist. I'll also accept 'pugnostic'.
In other words, saying that a cogent definition of god precedes the arguments for or against the existence of god is one thing (to my mind, one irrefutable thing); saying that, because of a logico-semantic loophole, I cannot choose to identify as an atheist based on my opposition to the extant body of known human definitions of god is another (to my mind, horseshit).
...As is the claim by various philosophers that the proposition 'God exists' is meaningless. This is based, so far as my VAST web research reveals, on defining 'meaningless' as 'unfalsifiable'—but this is an empty if not fallacious definition. (I could accept that any proposition that is unfalsifiable is 'useless' in logical terms, but not meaningless.) No human being who would utter the proposition 'God exists' with any sort of vested interest (e.g., her/his faith) would consider it meaningless. Nor would any person who looks at the world and sees the astonishing things, both beautiful and terrible, done in the name of the gods defined by and believed in by other people! Philosophers who derive meaninglessness from meaning can suck my butt just as much as those who force meaning on poor, unsuspecting meaninglessness.< /rant>
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Now, I have the utter respect for people whose job it is to sit around inventing and then lamenting philosophical problems (usually turning on clever manipulations of language and meaning... they're basically the corporate attorneys of human understanding, but so far nobody's really caught on and lynched them). But friggin' yikes: this term is annoying and I want no part of it. The sentence 'An ignostic cannot even say whether he/she is a theist or an atheist until a better definition of theism is put forth' (from Wikipedia) is sophistry: theism could be defined as the belief in an old guy with a white beard on a throne in the sky, belief in the Force, belief in Santa Claus, or belief that, every time a box of Ritz crackers is sold in a Giant Supermarket with no broken crackers inside, an angel gets a blowjob. What does 'better definition of theism' even mean? (Falsifiable? See below.) Wait, I have one: God is me. Ding ding ding! I'm a theist! (Or 'God is I': I'm a theist and a SNOOT.)
The position seems an utterly made-up one that no human could truly be said to hold except in formal debates or on the grounds of super-principled logical orneriness: i.e., playing Spock. I don't therefore believe that ignostics exist. Call me an anignosticist. I'll also accept 'pugnostic'.
In other words, saying that a cogent definition of god precedes the arguments for or against the existence of god is one thing (to my mind, one irrefutable thing); saying that, because of a logico-semantic loophole, I cannot choose to identify as an atheist based on my opposition to the extant body of known human definitions of god is another (to my mind, horseshit).
...As is the claim by various philosophers that the proposition 'God exists' is meaningless. This is based, so far as my VAST web research reveals, on defining 'meaningless' as 'unfalsifiable'—but this is an empty if not fallacious definition. (I could accept that any proposition that is unfalsifiable is 'useless' in logical terms, but not meaningless.) No human being who would utter the proposition 'God exists' with any sort of vested interest (e.g., her/his faith) would consider it meaningless. Nor would any person who looks at the world and sees the astonishing things, both beautiful and terrible, done in the name of the gods defined by and believed in by other people! Philosophers who derive meaninglessness from meaning can suck my butt just as much as those who force meaning on poor, unsuspecting meaninglessness.< /rant>
Dear American Media:
Mar. 19th, 2009 11:03 amWhy WILL you keep handing the microphone to assholes who insist their big imaginary friend is going to beat everybody up if they don't get their way? I mean, frealz here: you're CONTINUING, even now, to spread the Good Word of people who believe some super-powerful, super-smart, invisible being full of ultimate love purposely knocked down the World Trade Center because he was mad at us? FUCK YOU.
*Sigh*
So, if you havenae heard, marriage has been literally redefined. I leave it to the reader to identify what's still wrong with this picture. Show all work.
If you want to cheat, Joe. My. God. will tell you all about it. (BTW, if you don't subscribe to this blog, you lose. Not even kidding: my big, imaginary friend says you'll spend all eternity in the engine room from the original Star Trek series playing Parcheesi with Ann Coulter, Emanuel Swedenborg, and Dr. Phil.)
Oh, and: I hadnae seen this phrase before, but, in covering the Webster redef, Dan Savage refers to 'Talibangelists', which I think is brilliant.
[Many thanks, incidentally, to
badrobot68 for his posting these links, for his recent propensity to post photos of his legs (under the guise of showing the progress of a bruise on his knee, but whatever), and for generally for existing in the first place. May he be with me in Heaven as soon as possible.]
*Sigh*
So, if you havenae heard, marriage has been literally redefined. I leave it to the reader to identify what's still wrong with this picture. Show all work.
If you want to cheat, Joe. My. God. will tell you all about it. (BTW, if you don't subscribe to this blog, you lose. Not even kidding: my big, imaginary friend says you'll spend all eternity in the engine room from the original Star Trek series playing Parcheesi with Ann Coulter, Emanuel Swedenborg, and Dr. Phil.)
Oh, and: I hadnae seen this phrase before, but, in covering the Webster redef, Dan Savage refers to 'Talibangelists', which I think is brilliant.
[Many thanks, incidentally, to
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Feb. 23rd, 2009 12:08 pmJe ne crois pas en Dieu. Je n'espère pas en Dieu. Je n'aime point. Je ne veux ni vivre ni mourir pour Dieu.
Hey, Dieu, where's my damn wallet? Huh? Huh?
Hey, Dieu, where's my damn wallet? Huh? Huh?
Regarding religious faith...
Sep. 14th, 2007 04:57 pmBecause of my opinions about religious faith and how prompt I am to share them:
A. I am a bigot.
B. I am a bitter, old, faggot [sic].
C. I am a loser.
D. I am a total fucking asshole.
E. My statements are as much proselytizing, and every bit as evangelical, as anything you'd hear from a pentecostal, just on the other side of the fence.
F. I am a closed-minded asshole. (Or perhaps a closely minded asshole; the usage was ambiguous)
G. I'm a douchebag.
H. It's obvious that my POV is the only correct one and, well, that ends any and all discussions on the subject as far as I'm concerned.
I. I am a scared little man whose fear is stronger than his faith.
See here. One further response to a commenter lives here for lack of any other place to put it and because he posts no email address.
Yes, I was callous yesterday and livid this morning. Meanwhile, my post yesterday that made a reasonable argument (I thought without rancor) was what prompted
qxbear to ban me from commenting in his journal. Now everybody gets to discuss the posted argument without my being able to weigh inlike, for example, pointing out to "H" that I'm absolutely willing to argue religion endlessly with Tyler or him or anybody, and that what really ended any and all discussions on the subject was Tyler banning me.
*Sigh*
A. I am a bigot.
B. I am a bitter, old, faggot [sic].
C. I am a loser.
D. I am a total fucking asshole.
E. My statements are as much proselytizing, and every bit as evangelical, as anything you'd hear from a pentecostal, just on the other side of the fence.
F. I am a closed-minded asshole. (Or perhaps a closely minded asshole; the usage was ambiguous)
G. I'm a douchebag.
H. It's obvious that my POV is the only correct one and, well, that ends any and all discussions on the subject as far as I'm concerned.
I. I am a scared little man whose fear is stronger than his faith.
See here. One further response to a commenter lives here for lack of any other place to put it and because he posts no email address.
Yes, I was callous yesterday and livid this morning. Meanwhile, my post yesterday that made a reasonable argument (I thought without rancor) was what prompted
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*Sigh*
Monday sonnet. A typical gourdian theme.
May. 14th, 2007 05:00 pmCould anything in our imagined sphere
Be more absurd than faith? How can we claim
To understand a purpose, goal, or aim
Of human consciousness, or why we're here,
When all signs point to random? We so fear
Oblivion, we structurelike a game
Of chessour narratives, and strive to tame
Horrific fate by making gods appear.
What penalty, though, if we acquiesce
To apathy, whether we're right or wrong?
And how could it suffice a smidgen less
To make it all up as we went along?
Certitude is the fabulist's duress:
Bereft of facts, I am content to guess.
Be more absurd than faith? How can we claim
To understand a purpose, goal, or aim
Of human consciousness, or why we're here,
When all signs point to random? We so fear
Oblivion, we structurelike a game
Of chessour narratives, and strive to tame
Horrific fate by making gods appear.
What penalty, though, if we acquiesce
To apathy, whether we're right or wrong?
And how could it suffice a smidgen less
To make it all up as we went along?
Certitude is the fabulist's duress:
Bereft of facts, I am content to guess.