In order to shoot down stupid, you have to come loaded for bear. And not for one of those cute and fuzzy Alaskan browns or that tundra trotting Coke swilling polar version, I'm talking Ursus Maximus. The kind a nuclear weapon would just annoy. Okay, I might be gilding a Lilliputian but stupid is the gift that outlasts the Energizer Bunny. We might put up our hands now and then and say, "No more, please, I'm full." But then we surrender, "Mmm why not, maybe just one more scoop."
A coworker had a phrase that fits, "Shit's good if you like it." The statement is repulsive but nonetheless spot-on. Social media bears this out. A smarter fellow than I once said, "Folks would rather be rallied than edified." That alone nails Trump and his minions. He shows up, pounds the podium for ignorance and the facts lose every time. Proof enough?
Facts aren't divorced from fallacy. Hell, they've never even met. Fallacy is slathered on everything like butter on hot toast. Facts are like fiber. Good for you and gluten-free. Fallacy is like gluten, stretchy and sticks to everything. Like your beliefs.
Maybe news organizations should treat the truth like cold medication. Flavor it with cherry overtones and more than a hint of Everclear. The taste would be palatable and we'd get a good night's sleep believing we'd done some good. Smartened up a bit, triangulated, delved into the deep end and came up with the truth. Figured it out. Done edified our bad selves. But that's just the dextromethorphan talking. Nighty-night.
Come sun up it will be screw the fiber and more gluten, please. Facts lose every time.
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