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I do like the idea of a person studying the weakest part of his or her own side's argument--it's sorta anti the "We need guns because they have guns" logic--

OK, good idea. But one that requires (like maieutics or collaborative research and editing) a certain degree of like-mindedness or at least of shared good faith. I'm all for it. But it's like the photo negative of trying to put forward the strong points. It can still be an argumentative fight, unless everyone involved plays the game in a positive spirit.

by afew (afew(a in a circle)eurotrib_dot_com) on Thu Dec 4th, 2008 at 06:00:18 AM EST
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You make me think of the competition to be the humblest:

"You're the humblest."
"Oh, no!  You're much more humble than me!"

Heh...Yack yack!  The danger with any such approaches is, as you say, bad faith--

But I do like the idea that before we (of course I include moi!) open our blowholes to expel mighty spouts of what we believe to be the case--by God!--onto the heads of our enemies...

I dunno, if we go about pointing out the structural weaknesses in each others houses, when and how do we go about making our own ever more pleasantly habitable?  (I suppose another line of thought would be that we should fix the structural weaknesses in the other person's house--"Hey, in your argument you're missing a key point: if you add this detail, my word!  It becomes formidable!")

yes, yes!

And with those another series of propositions....heh....

Back to reality!

TG: Well we had it tough.  We used to have to get up out of the shoebox
    at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues.
    We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four
    hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we
    got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
EI: Right.  I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night,
    half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump
    of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill
    owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home,
    our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves
    singing "Hallelujah."
MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't
    believe ya'.
ALL: Nope, nope..

Don't fight forces, use them R. Buckminster Fuller.
by rg (leopold dot lepster at google mail dot com) on Thu Dec 4th, 2008 at 06:57:09 AM EST
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