Tuesday, June 21, 2011

The Circular Argument

If I were to come to you and say “I found this seed. The label said it was a money tree seed. If we plant it, the branches will bear cash, rather than fruit!” You would immediately use your suspicion, skepticism, and general ability to doubt any wild claim brought to you. We’ve all encountered it. On everyday commercials someone makes a wild claim, saying this herb will cure that disease, or this item has this effect on the body.
So your natural reaction would to ask something like, “I don’t think it’ll grow money. Why would you believe that?”
Now, here’s the baffling part. Your innocent healthy dose of reservation has sent that person into the offense. You have questioned their word! Their mind! Their ability to know something!  And so they argue. But they have a poorly constructed argument.
“Because the label said it would!”
The label said it would grow money, and it will grow money, because it said so on the label. It’s a circular argument, one that no sane person would ever accept. Until we throw a twist in to the mix.
Now it’s a new argument. Same principle, and we’ll see if you catch it.
“The bible is written by God!”
“I don’t think it is. Why would you believe that?”
“Because God said he wrote it. And what God writes is true!”
The bible is true, because it says it’s written by God, and what God writes is true, and so the bible is true.
Some people cannot even conceive that this is a circular argument, making no more evidence for itself than the money tree seed. If I want to prove some statistics are correct, I do research in fields outside those statistics. Citing the statistics are correct because they said they are is not a valid argument. The fragile “god wrote it” argument is so brittle because they have not given evidence from outside the bible that it could be true. And if even one part of that line can be shown to be false, then the whole thing crumbles. If the bible was not written by God, then it is not perfect, and is not true. If the bible is not true, then it was not written by God. If what God writes is false, then the bible is false. Any one of these scenarios breaks the world that is a religion’s foundation.
But we need to recognize these sorts of fallacies, which brings us back to the first thing we did. We used our doubt. Hesitation is not an evil spawn of Satan – it is how we as a species have survived. To this day, we tell our children “Do not believe someone if they say they have something good or fun in their car,” we are asking our children to use skepticism to protect themselves. Even as adults we must use this skill to avoid scams and rip-offs. We know that magnets don’t balance our chi, or that you can suck out toxins through the bottom of your feet. Everyday our ability to doubt fantastic claims (such as previously mentioned commercials) keeps us sharp.
So why in the world would you turn off this ability with some things, especially something that is supposed to be as important as a religion? Or worse yet, why would you want to be a part of something that would tell you to turn it off? If your religion tells you that having reservations is the devil in your ear, or that if you’re having conflicts with facts or morals of your religion to just ignore it; that should be a red flag to get the hell out of there. This is a belief system that is supposed to influence your everyday life and decisions, and is supposed to tell you what the afterlife (and in some religions, prelife) was/is like. If they can’t answer important and difficult questions (and I mean, full and satisfying answers) then you may need to rethink if you have fallen for another scam, or worthless effort.
How much money have you pumped in to your church?
Let me backtrack and clarify “full and satisfying answers”. I’ve asked many religious people, religious leaders, and other people in general some hard questions about a belief system. In my experience they sometimes do have answers to some of my inquiries. But most of the time I get answers that involve long stories that never actually tackle the question at hand, or I’m told to pray about it (I take that as, “go make up an answer”). Don’t get me wrong, if they give me the round-about answer option, I always ask the question again. “So why did God endorse slavery before? You only told me about Martin Luther King. I’m not sure how that correlates here.”  They normally give me an exasperated look, like I just missed the plane over head.  If I had to ask, then I couldn’t conceive an answer myself, so believe it or not – but I do want you to spell it out for me. You’re not Jesus, so please stop attempting parables. You really suck at it. Give me an answer and explanation if you will, not a story that you hope answers my question in some far-off way.
Lack of satisfying answers keeps me away from religions. I often joke that I am the queen of bullshitting. I can write enormously long papers when all the while I’m really saying nothing. It is a handy skill when the teacher is more concerned about length than quality, but it gives me a stunning ability to recognize bullshit when I see it. And you wouldn’t believe how many people talk out of their ass.
I once wrote a very long note in my facebook about historical facts versus the bible. Maybe one day I’ll post it here, but my point is that throughout that loosely written impromptu paper, I sourced just about EVERYTHING I had to say. I even quoted bible verses, and some general Christian leaders. I did my homework, and my facts came from everywhere. I’ve always had a fundamental problem with “praying to God if you are doubting the existence of God” solutions. You don’t ask your church about history lessons any more than you would ask your math professor how to paint (if someone points out that their math professor is an artist I swear… just get the point I’m making). Research what historians say about history, and then you can check that against what your church said had happened. Treat the historians as the accurate source, not your religion.
I have to say though, the whole concept of “proving” religions irks me slightly. In the scientific community, we find facts and then we draw conclusions. In that order. Any instances to the contrary in our past have ended in disaster. To use an old elementary school story: Newton had the fact that the apple fell, then he drew the conclusion of gravity.
Religion on the other hand has this nasty habit of trying to find facts to support their conclusion. They figure the same principle works, but honestly it is only going to end in disaster – I guarantee you.
As Bill Maher said, “Doubt is humble, and that's what man needs to be, considering that human history is just a litany of getting shit dead wrong.”

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Maternal Fix

I’ve always had the remarkable ability to remain stone-faced in the event of a mass apocalypse, but this past week it’s been like my brain decided to take a shit break and leave me blubbering like an idiot who can’t remember where her glasses are.
(They’re on my face)
Let’s just say this week has been running off the bi-polar charts (from normal to it’s the gogdamn second coming). First off, the weather has just been a dick. It’s been raining on and off every twenty minutes, and I just can’t take it anymore. My psyche is cracking under the tension of never knowing if I’ll be buried under snow in ten minutes, or broiling alive. And it makes predicting when I can and cannot ride my motorcycle a living nightmare. And worse still when I predict wrong.
Rain hurts. A lot.
Then my classes were taking a cue from the weather and go just as crazy, if not more. The main culprit was my Agriculture Accounting class. Now let me tell you something, the boredom that ensues from this class is so overwhelming that just thinking about it puts me in a state of drooling stupor. My brain just simply cannot function fully when faced with words like “variation equity”. I have a theory that accountants are really a working class of ants that disguises themselves as a human with the sole purpose of creating a brain tumor in the shape of a calculator. (That’s how they get us)
I had a mental break-down in the middle of this normally stupefying class when two hours (on top of an already four hour invested work load) magically disappeared off my USB. IT’S MAGIC. TA-DA. Watch the magic tears magically sprout from my magic face. MAGIC.
Soon as I got my wits about me, and I redid the entire thing, our professor’s wife came in toting donuts. It was like fate was rewarding me for regressing into an elementary school state of mind. Life’s just not fair, I just want to go out to recess, and computer magic is screwing everything up! Now shut up and eat a donut.
So I did.
I then came home and found the incredibly cheap book I’d purchased came in. A-Z of Canine Diseases and Health Problems. It’s like a handy dandy Merck Manual quick reference. (Excuse me, my nerd is showing). This thing made my day, it was like Christmas came early in the form of $4. Yesssss.
But then the final straw happened. All these little frustration had built up over the week, so little in fact that I don’t even recall ANY of them, but they were most definitely there. And finally my package from my mother arrived. I had recently updated my computer to Windows 7 (I’m so hip), but unfortunately I needed to redownload pretty much all of my programs, including Photoshop CS3. And so mom shipped it to me.
Well, to her benefit, photosmart and photoshop do sound a lot alike.
I wasn’t even particularly upset over not having photoshop. I’m an adult, I kept telling myself, and it’s just a program. Inform mom and she’ll send it right away. Not even a deal.
But for some reason, I was just completely devastated, and incredibly inconsolable. The whole week exploded from my eyes like a sprinkler system, and I didn’t even have one thought to grasp on to that could explain my sudden depression. So I did what any other girl in college would do. Turned my pillow into a giant Kleenex and when I calmed down into a hiccupping mess I called my mother and started again.
If I believed in God, I’d tell you now that Mothers were the most perfect thing ever made by this God, and everything else was just by-product. Within just a few minutes she had me calmed, okay with my week, and feeling better than I had in almost a month. The stew of rage that had been bubbling in the recesses of my mind had been drained in an instant.
Why the hell was I crying? Man, I felt stupid. I’m pretty sure my mom has a “make daughter sane” button she just has to reboot every so often, and only she has the ability to do it.